When Wang Zheng's father, Wang Xiangzhong, came home, it was already dark. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoToday is the big market in Dazhai Township, he used the big golden deer bicycle to carry two baskets of apples to the market to sell, but looking at the heavy apple basket, he knew that today's market is not good.

Lao Wang's family contracted 30 acres of barren mountains and planted more than 200 apple trees, and the family was counting on these more than 200 apple trees. This year, apples have entered the full fruiting period, and the fruit yield of a tree is not less than 300 catties.

The annual output of 60,000 catties of apples does not bring much decent income to the family.

First of all, with the promotion of apple cultivation in the city in recent years, the overall output of apples has increased all of a sudden. As soon as the production is high, the price plummets, and the purchase price of the original premium red Fuji can reach two cents, and the purchase price of the first grade can also reach one and a half cents, and the purchase price of the second grade has been maintained at the level of about one dime. But this year, the purchase price of the premium red Fuji is only a dime, eight cents for the first grade, and no one directly collects the second grade.

Secondly, except for a part of the apples grown in Dazhai Township that were purchased by carts and pulled to the south, most of the rest were produced and sold locally. However, the local economy is underdeveloped, and sales are very limited. Fruit growers have oversold too much and are scrambling to lower prices, resulting in retail prices in local markets being lower than the purchase price. Vicious competition has made life even more difficult for fruit growers.

Finally, in 1991, the technology of fruit storage was still very backward, and except for some of the apples that could not be sold, they were distributed to relatives and neighbors to eat, and the rest could only be watched rot. Even if there are too many apples distributed to relatives and neighbors, they can only watch them rot.

In the end, Wang Zheng's family's annual income is only two or three thousand yuan.

The father dragged his tired body and parked the car in the patio, and the mother hurriedly brought hot water to wash his face.

"Zheng'er's father, I'm tired, wash my face quickly."

The mother asked her husband distressed while helping her father carry the unsold apples to Wang Zheng's room.

The father ignored the mother's concern, and the mountain people did not pay much attention to the expression of feelings.

However, when he washed his face, he saw that his son obediently brought a towel, but he smiled happily.

"Zheng'er, wait for Daddy to sell that basket of apples and buy you that car."

Wang Zheng clearly remembers that the most precious gift he gave when he was a child was the car that his father bought for him during the Chinese New Year. A toy car costs more than ten yuan, and maybe my father can't make so much money for two days of the market.

However, hearing her husband's promise, Wang Zheng's mother had a different opinion.

"What kind of car to buy? You know that you are used to children. ”

Wang Xiangzhong glared at his wife and said, "What do women and Taoists know? The car in the shop next to Gangcheng Turntable Road is beautiful, as long as Zheng'er gets a certificate for the Chinese New Year this year, I will buy it for him. I promised the child a long time ago, I can't talk as a father, I don't count, you say it's not Xiufang. "Wang Zheng's mother's name is Wu Xiufang.

Then he touched Wang Zheng's head and said with a smile: "Zheng'er, go to school hard, as long as you get the certificate of three good students in school during the Chinese New Year this year, Dad will buy you that car." ”

Wu Xiufang shook her head, with a helpless smile on her face.

"Zheng'er, go to school hard, be admitted to university, and you will have a future in the future." The mother touched Wang Zheng's face.

"My son will definitely go to university." Wang Xiangzhong said confidently.

"Okay, as long as your son has a chance, the dishes are almost cold, let's go to the house to eat."

Dinner was very simple, a plate of cabbage boiled noodles, a plate of salt peanuts, a stack of stick noodles pancakes, all the food was made by my mother from her own field.

Wang Zheng sat at the dinner table, cleaning up the homework he had just written. Those homework that seemed too simple to Wang Zheng made him finish it seriously. Wang Zheng knows that only in this way can he let his parents see hope and feel relieved in the life of poverty.

Wang Xiangzhong pinched a salt peanut with his hand and put it in Wang Zheng's mouth.

"Zheng'er, what did you study today?"

"Dad, today I learned pinyin and arithmetic."

"Oh, I learned arithmetic, then Dad asked you, what is 3 plus 5?"

"Equal to 8!" Wang Zheng answered his father's question quickly.

"Hahaha, yes, it's equal to 8, Zheng'er is much better than your mother. Xiufang, do you see, my son is smart, follow me. Our son will definitely be able to be admitted to university in the future. Wang Xiangzhong looked proud.

Wu Xiufang scalded the wine and served it to her husband.

"Okay, good, the child's good is up to you."

Wang Xiangzhong took a sip of wine and smacked his lips unsatisfied.

How many years later, whenever Wang Zheng recalls the scene in front of him, he can't help but be moved. What is Happiness? What is Happiness? The meal in front of me was not a delicacy, but it made the family eat with relish. Ordinary and bland, the family is happy, this may be the greatest happiness.

After dinner, Wang Xiangzhong turned on the TV, shook the antenna, and placed the antenna in the right position, and the picture of the twelve-inch TV finally stopped beating.

"Journey to the West", the plot that I have watched countless times is broadcast on TV, but my father and mother are very engaged in watching it with wide eyes. Wang Zheng was stopped in his mother's arms and felt extremely warm.

Unknowingly, Wang Zheng fell asleep in his mother's arms. Wu Xiufang stabbed Wang Xiangzhong with her elbow, Wang Xiangzhong looked back, and hurriedly got up to turn up the volume of the TV to the minimum.

When he was carried back to the room by his parents, Wang Zheng squinted his eyes. In fact, he didn't really fall asleep, but he was just thinking about his future plans with his eyes closed.

Be sure to have money in your family!

A belief rose in Wang Zhen's heart.

In the eyes of future generations, 1991 was actually full of gold. The underdevelopment of transportation has led to a very serious imbalance in the area of goods, and the apples in central Shandong are rotten on the trees, but the people in the south are buying them at extremely high prices. The timber shipped from the Tohoku is still selling well with 100 percent profits. The cities now have their first wealthy class, who have been doing small businesses until now.

If you're fifteen or sixteen years old, you can do more.

After all, he is only a seven-year-old child, and he can't run to tell his father, you go and build a cold storage, store the apples, and sell them at a good price in the winter.

It is impossible for an adult to take a seven-year-old's advice on livelihood, even if it is correct. Therefore, finding the right way to express it is the top priority in front of Wang Zheng.

However, before Wang Zheng could figure out how to solve this problem, he heard the sound of Xi Xi Suo coming from his parents' room, and he smiled.

"Sister, you are about to come to this family, and my brother wants to make your childhood a rich life."

That night, Wang Zheng slept very sweetly.