My father knew Mr. Shandong and his miracle medicine, and he was cured of his illness by Mr. Shandong's medicine in the old years, and he praised the villagers several times in the village.

But he was only a short-sighted peasant, otherwise he would not have fallen from a wealthy peasant to a destitute tenant today.

Social scientists have published statements in various newspapers, statistically and theoretically, and it is simply a joke to put forward the theory of food surplus. Even if the grain is not cheap, the peasants will be injured under the dual oppression of imperialism and feudal forces.

My father was still working hard in the fields, but it was definitely useless. When the harvest is good, the price of rice is cheap, and the grain is cheap and hurts the farmers. If the harvest is bad, that's not to mention.

It is often difficult to buy seeds and fertilizers, and it is always necessary to find an interest-bearing loan. Some of the tenants simply returned the land, anyway, after a year of hard work, there was no harvest, so it was better to return the tenant land and become a poor ghost completely.

The poor ghosts often go to the town to gamble together, counting on the God of Wealth to open their eyes, and if they can win ten or twenty dollars at a time, they will pay off all their debts. But how is that possible, people who gamble will always get poorer and poorer. Debts are also increasing.

I really couldn't get along, so I went to climb the train to Shanghai. I went to work in a factory in Shanghai.

There are many factories in Shanghai, and for the dumping of foreign goods by foreigners, China's people of insight still give a solution, that is, an industrial power.

So match factories, flour mills, and textile factories were set up one after another, although there was no technical content, but it was also a good thing for the benefit of the country and the people.

However, the quality and price of foreign goods are always better than those of domestic ones, and foreign goods are dumped.

In the countryside, agriculture can no longer withstand the dumping of foreign rice and flour.

In the city, the first thing that cannot be resisted is the largest industry, the textile industry. Foreign cloth is cheap and strong, and it is better than Chinese silk and homespun cloth.

One day, the father called Wu Jiushan over, lowered his head, and didn't look at his son's face:

"Now in this day, there is no way, in our land of fish and rice, there is also a bite to eat, but you can't make up the money for studying. Well, don't read it. ”

The father lowered his head and spoke, his voice getting lower and lower.

Wu Jiushan's eyes are sore and swollen:

"I know, I'm about to tell you that, don't read it, the Republic of China doesn't need to take the exam, knowing so many words, it's enough, I'll go to Shanghai in a few days to find a job."

The Wu family scraped together a fourth-class train ticket to Shanghai for their son.

But Wu Jiushan didn't buy a ticket, and there are often people in Shanghai in other neighborhoods, who know some techniques for sneaking up on trains to evade tickets.

Wu Jiushan is young, his skills and mind are very flexible, and it is very simple to learn such a technique.

When I arrived in Shanghai, I found some relatives and fellow villagers and began to look for suitable jobs. It's very difficult to find a job, and even to pull a rickshaw, you have to have a guarantor and a deposit.

Later, a distant cousin found him a job as a newspaper copying assistant:

"In the end, you have read a book for a few years, you also write well, and you have the guarantee of our relatives, eight yuan a month! After working for a year, the salary of the old staff can reach ten or twelve yuan. ”

"Eight!"

Wu Jiushan's eyes widened, in the eyes of his son as a small farmer, this was a huge number.

However, Wu Jiushan only went to work at the newspaper office for a month, and received eight oceans of money, which he put in his pocket and jingled. Only two of them are enough for living expenses, and the rest is saved up and given to the family during the New Year.

He saw an advertisement in the newspaper for the Ping An Pharmacy Engineer Management School.

The young man was lying on a wooden bed, unable to sleep at night, tossing and turning! Countless voices buzzed in his ears:

"Drums", "Trumpets", "Cloths", "Rice and Noodles"

"Foreign medicine?"

"Cut, the medicine is Chinese, and foreigners are rushing to ask for it."

"Industry saves the country, industry saves the country"

"Ping An Pharmaceutical, Ping An School!"

"Peace!"

The young man roared, jumped up from the bed, and gasped:

"I'm going to Ping'an School and learn pharmacy."

The distant cousin jumped to his feet angrily:

"How much ability do you have, eight yuan, copying and writing, how many people have squeezed their heads, it's not to see the face of the old relatives, quit this job, and still look for this, I sue you, it's harder than ascending to the sky!"

Wu Jiushan was like a newborn calf, with unwilling blood boiling in his limbs.

He resolutely resigned from his job at the newspaper, ignoring the cynicism of his neighbors, and even the swearing of his cousin.

Registration, Examination, Release......

Wu Jiushan became the first student of Ping An School, and he was ready to suffer a lot, because it was written in the enrollment advertisement that there was no tuition fee for food and accommodation.

Generally, this kind of condition is opened to apprentices in the shop, which means that they can be beaten and scolded, and their food and accommodation are very poor.

But the conditions were much better than he imagined.

On the first day of school, I was given brand new school uniforms, leather shoes, bedding, enamel basins, water tanks, towels, soap, toothpaste and toothbrushes.

Textbook, manuscript paper, pen, ink.

Leather shoes and pens, the dream of extravagance in the past, just like this, easy to realize.

But now Wu Jiushan's dream has become even higher......

In three years, a group of pharmaceutical engineers will be trained, and Zhang Meixi is simply in a hurry to achieve success.

On Tuesday, the young master was even more ruthless, and his use of talents was simply a matter of seconds.

Ping An students are sent to a pharmaceutical factory for a week of internship experience during the week's course at the school.

Wu Jiushan wore a neat school uniform, hung a badge around his neck, held a notebook and a pen in his hand, and went to Ping An Pharmaceutical's cooperative manufacturer, Xinya Pharmaceutical Factory, with the same group of nine classmates to inspect the work.

Young Master Xu Qi, the young owner of Xinya Pharmaceutical Factory, is very good at being a person, not only accompanying the student inspection team throughout the process, but also answering the questions raised by them fluently and thoughtfully.

Lunch is a working meal with a full range of flavors and colors.

It was the end of the afternoon.

Young Master Xu Qi waved his hand:

"Let's pomegranate orchard, please."

Pomegranate Garden is a wealthy Japanese businessman who runs an upscale Japanese restaurant club. The Xu family is a frequent visitor to the pomegranate orchard, and the old son of the seventh young master, Master Xu, was once assassinated in the pomegranate garden, and the Xu family did not feel bad luck at all, and continued to get close to the Oriental Japanese.

Although the students of Ping An don't understand the problem of the grade of the restaurant, they also know the reason that eating people has a short mouth and has to break people's hands.

The leader of the student inspection team is a veteran employee of Ping An Pharmaceutical, who is called Director Qian.

Director Qian is not very old, and he also wears a neat worker's outfit, a work badge around his neck, and a dazzling old carat diamond ring on his hand. It is said that the senior management of the pharmaceutical factory should be an elegant person, but when he looks at it, he gives people an inexplicable gangsterism.

Director Qian hugged Young Master Xu Qi's shoulder with a big grin:

"Young Master Xu Qi has a treat, then my old money is not welcome, hahaha, the children are also pitiful, they usually haven't eaten anything good, they all go to open meat."