Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Golden Wind Doesn't Move the Cicada (5, Asking for a Monthly Pass)

"What! You say it again! Guo Minjia sat up from the sofa suddenly, his face was full of disbelief, his blood-red eyes bulged out, staring at Cai Gaoli viciously, and his poked fingers trembled violently, where was there still a little bit of usual gentleness.

"Director, I'm talking about the snake... was killed by a group of people led by the surname Xue. Cai Gaoli was sweating profusely, and his waist had been finished with dried shrimp.

"What about the snake's paws? Tell the old half! ”

"I don't know the way, I also went back yesterday to find out about the road, or when I saw that the gang of people dared to enter the mountain, I asked curiously, and they all said that the surname Xue killed the snake. The snakes were all brought back, and the last thing was that the snake ate a lot of people, and the people didn't dare to eat meat, and the snake's body was burned. I asked about the snake's paws, and they all said that snakes have long feet. Or they didn't pay attention, and the snake's paws burned together. Otherwise, the surnamed Xue took advantage of this time to sell mountain goods and took them to Hanshui to sell them. Cai Gaoli was afraid that he would speak slowly and be cleaned up by Guo Min's family, so he explained the cause and effect clearly in one breath.

After Guo Minjia listened, his red eyes were closed, and he sat back on the sofa with a butt, and the anger in his heart had burned thousands of feet. He pursued the mountain god palm for more than a year, tried countless methods, and even pressed the newly arrived agricultural policy above, and instigated Cai Gaozhi to preside over the burning of Jinniu Mountain. Unexpectedly, he killed a Xue Xiang in the sky and extinguished his last hope. At this moment, Guo Minjia gritted his silver teeth, and his resentment, regret, and anger almost burned his brain.

The sweat on Cai Gaoli's forehead was sprinkled like a waterfall, but he didn't dare to move. He had never seen Guo Minjia have such anger, and his white face seemed to have opened a silk shop, constantly changing his face.

After a long while, Guo Minjia opened his eyes and said in a low voice: "Give me the letter." Cai Gaoli was stunned for a moment, and quickly handed over the letter to Xue Xiang to him.

Guo Minjia took it and didn't look at it, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it into the trash.

Seeing this, Cai Gaoli opened his mouth suddenly, but in the end he didn't make a sound.

Guo Minjia rubbed his smooth cheeks, and when he put his hand down, his face had returned to normal, and when he stood up, he actually picked up the letter in the trash can, smoothed it, and handed it to Cai Gaoli: "Give it to him, go and apologize, work with peace of mind, and wait for my instructions." Cai Gaoli walked out of the gate of Guo Min's house, pulled out the hem of his underwear, twisted it hard, squeezed out a large pool of sweat, and scolded in his heart: This place is too terrifying, there will be no big deal in the future, why don't you come.

Cai Gaoli walked out of the gate quickly, and Cai Guoqing, who was still swollen with a head, followed: "Dad, isn't it just a stinky snake, what if it has a palm, uncle is so nervous." I said that you are too, just returned to the tunzi, my ass has not yet sat firmly, and you dragged me to the county again, and I was scolded and scolded, and I had to rush back overnight, I said that you are completely looking for guilt. "Shut up! Why did you talk like a little rabbit cub, if you hadn't caused such a big disaster, would Lao Tzu be so embarrassed? If you see that kid tomorrow, don't give Lao Tzu a tough dog to you, give that little one

The son admits his mistake first. According to the art of war, this is called: what is taken in advance must be given first. Cai Gaoli thought of Xue Xiang's unlucky appearance, and his previous fear was swept away, and he shook his head tremblingly.

Cai Guoqing heard about it, but shook his head into a rattle: "I'm not going, I'm not going, when I see that kid, I tremble." Dad, you don't know how dark that kid is, he came over with one foot, and there was no daylight. ”

Cai Guoqing's voice fell, and Cai Gaoli slapped him up: "Lao Tzu is too lazy to say that you are a dog, and the cows are coaxed on weekdays, why, being cleaned up by that kid, it is like a mouse seeing a cat, you don't see him, are you still planning to move?" "It hurts, don't scold me all day long, it's pure self-inflicted humiliation." Cai Guoqing pushed away his big hand printed on his head: "Anyway, I can hide if I can, even if he looks at the thatched house, I won't be there." ”…,

Although Cai Guoqing is illiterate, since he pursued Liu Mei with Pushkin's poems, he has been good at pretending to be vulgar and elegant, but it has gradually become a problem. He often doesn't understand the meaning of the four-character idiom he hears, but he uses it casually, which makes him pretend to be a bit of a literary and artistic youth.

Cai Gaoli was angry, and the dog who came to his mouth didn't spit it out after all, but turned around and pointed to the two-story building of Guo Min's house not far away: "This is what your uncle meant, if you don't apologize, I have no opinion, wait for him to talk to you." ”

As soon as he heard that it was Guo Minjia's meaning, Cai Guoqing didn't dare to speak out again. Although his uncle is very good to him, Cai Guoqing always feels that as soon as he gets close to this uncle, he trembles all over, and he can't get close to him no matter what.

"Dad, what do you say your uncle has to do with that snake paw? The last time you asked the old mountain guest, I was next to me, and I heard that it was an aphrodisiac. Could it be that my uncle was only in his old age, so he couldn't talk about it. Cai Guoqing caught the idiom and used it blindly, thinking of the fun place, he was about to laugh out loud, and suddenly, he shouted again: "Ah! Dad, Uncle can't be that! I said why his voice is getting sharper and sharper, and there are ............" "Little dog, shut up Lao Tzu!" Cai Gaoli burst into a shout, cut off Cai Guoqing's unfinished * certificate, pulled Cai Guoqing over, and left the small building quickly.

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The spring rain was like silk, the mist was méngméng, and Xue Xiang walked alone on the mud road of Xinping in front of the second slope. Early this morning, taking care of Kang Tong took medicine, and when the little guy went to school, he went out and circled around the backer. It is not that Xue Xiang saw the meaning of Yusheng's words and climbed to seek poetry, but in fact, he was surveying the terrain and setting up factories for the pig farm and feed farm in his heart.

Speaking of which, everyone should understand that raising pigs and producing feed is the way that Xue Xiang set for the backer to make money. He knows the development model of Daqiuzhuang and Huaxi Village, but it is not the 90s at the moment, how can there be such a good opportunity. Even if the famous Daqiuzhuang and Huaxi Village in later generations seized the opportunity of the times and mixed into industry, they were just taking advantage of the loopholes of the policy, and they were engaged in primary rough processing of steel. Even in the 21st century, these two companies are still only rich but not strong, and they have not formed a huge influence at all.

At this time, due to the restrictions of the times and the constraints of policies, Xue Xiang positioned the backer to develop the pig industry and feed industry, which was carefully considered. First, adapt measures to local conditions. There is no industrial foundation in Gushantun, if you insist on building a factory, if you don't say that it will not be successful, then Huā's time can also consume Xue Xiang from youth to middle age. But how can Xue Xiang have the effort to start a business, especially to work for the government,

The petty official mí didn't want to do it. Therefore, only by developing the aquaculture industry can we make achievements in the shortest possible time. Moreover, the supply of meat products is seriously insufficient, and the pigs raised do not have to worry about the market. Even in the later generations, "pig strong" will be dominant for a while, and it can develop towards a century-old pig enterprise. Second, based on the long-term. Due to the reasons of management and land occupation, it is very difficult for the pig industry to become bigger and stronger, and it is very difficult to raise 100,000 million heads. But the feed industry is completely different, the Liu brothers of later generations started with hope feed, but they have long occupied the top three in the country and become rich. The backer is a stupid bird, fly for a few decades, and it won't be nothing.

Xue Xiang was standing on the Erdaopo in the past, thinking about the funds, management measures, production equipment and other issues needed to build the factory on the muddy ground today, when suddenly, he heard someone shouting behind him, and when he looked back, he was stunned. But in the smoke and rain of méngméng, there is a slender and beautiful shadow, surrounded by thin cold smoke, like a veil of mist, picturesque eyebrows, and a shallow smile with endless sadness.

"Ying'er!" Xue Xiang suddenly opened his mouth and shouted, and regretted it after shouting, how could Ying'er, who was called "Captain", call himself like this? When the man approached, Xue Xiangben saw clearly that it was the young man who was despised by Cai Guoqing that night. …,

"Tremella? What white fungus? There was no white fungus to eat at noon, Yang Shunguo and Zhong Yuemin caught two pheasants in the mountains, and we made a pot, come and invite you. Liu Mei gathered the soft black hair in his ears, the willow leaves were bent, the cherries were shallow, and the big eyes were staring at Xue Xiang with sparkling eyes.

Xue Xiang was a little embarrassed, and said bluntly: "That's a good feeling, I've been around all morning, I'm really hungry, let's go, try your craftsmanship." After that, he turned his head and left, as if avoiding the plague god, and pulled Liu Mei away in three or two steps.

Liu Mei looked at Xue Xiang in such a hurry, like a general who had lost a battle, and he was a little bit of a desert and fled. She really didn't expect this rude and barbaric captain to have such a shy side, thinking of the fun, she snorted, and actually laughed: what kind of stunned boy is he, pretending to be an adult.

The eaves are low, the dining table is simple, the three concubines dish wild vegetables, eight or nine young friends, and then there are cuts and shears in the breeze, and there are also residual lotus to listen to the rain, so it is very comfortable. The dining table set up with long wooden planks was set at the door, and everyone sat around the table, and Xue Xiang had a rare sense of relaxation. Although the psychological age of these educated youths is far inferior to him, they are cultural people, knowledgeable, insightful, and when it comes to their earlier career in the revolution, and their life in the queue over the years, they are also full of witty words and full of interest.

After chatting for a while, someone asked about Xue Xiang's situation. Although they all knew that the captain was from the capital, it was the first time they had the opportunity to chat with him. The capital is the center of the red sè and the sacred place in the hearts of the educated youth, who are naturally particularly interested in what happens there.

Seeing that everyone asked, Xue Xiang picked up typical Beijing scenic spots, characters, and political events, and talked about them in a deep or shallow way, and everyone was amazed again and again, and they forgot to put down the chopsticks. Several female intellectuals were even more impressed by Xue Xiang's eloquence in quoting scriptures and in-depth explanations, and their eyes were full of brilliance, and they secretly said, where is this rude and unliterate gangster captain, it is completely a generation of talented people who are rich in learning and five cars and eight buckets in talent.

As everyone was talking about Xing, Zhong Yuemin, who had been silent, raised his head suddenly and looked at Xue Xiang: "Captain, have you seen it in the capital, old ......, old man?" ”

As soon as this question came out, all the intellectuals stopped talking, their eyes widened, and their ears opened wide and waited for Xue Xiang to answer.