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Rao is Wang Hengxiao's two lives, and he is still very sensitive to this topic, very embarrassed, and his face is red.

"Mom, the daughter-in-law is a ......"

The two-year-old sister is the most curious at this time, and she wants to ask something about everything.

Wang Hengxiao said: "My daughter-in-law eats." ”

Both the parents and the uncle laughed.

The family talked happily for a while, and the uncle went back and asked Wang Hengxiao's family to go to their house for dinner at noon.

"Skip the baby, you told your mother Hazi, which one said that the price of cotton is going to rise?"

Mother has always been very concerned about Wang Hengxiao's words, this was the case in her previous life, although there was opposition, but as long as it was Wang Hengxiao's decision, her mother would not object, and would only use the family's resources to support it.

Moreover, my mother has always said that you are the only son in the family, and you will be responsible for this family in the future. Compared with her honest father, my mother has a lot of opinions and ideas.

In the past few years in Xinjiang, I have been working in a brick factory, and my mother has been thinking about changes, and it is better to have my own way than to work for others, and I am still a coolie.

"The blind man in my hometown said that luck will come when the baby is cured, and what he said will definitely work."

Mother believed in this.

Dad rolled up a run-in cigarette, smoked it, and said in a low voice: "Isn't it good to work in a brick factory, go to farm and make sprinkles, what if you lose money?" ”

In these years, farming in the northwest is at a loss, except for those in the corps who farm according to their tasks, the other farmers are planting some wheat, because even if the wheat cannot be sold, they can eat it themselves, and they can keep a mouth without income.

Wang Hengxiao sat on the bench with her sister in her arms, grabbed her sister's two fleshy hands, and said, "Dad, Daddy has said that this brick factory has been losing money this year, and it will definitely not be open for long." We can't be here all the time...... It's better to get your own way sooner......"

If it was a few days ago, when the little Wang Hengxiao wanted to express his opinion on the development trend of the whole family, he would have been glared at by his father a few times, and then ignored his words.

Wang Daoguo attaches more importance to it.

Clap your hands!

Said: "Yes, next year we will plant the land, plant cotton, and work in the brick factory, and wait until next year." ”

Wang Daguo decided to come down.

In fact, the confidence in his heart is still Wang Hengxiao's 10,000 yuan, thinking that it was for nothing anyway, so he took it to farm.

In this era, the investment in farming was very small, especially cotton, a loss-making cash crop, which was basically not planted, and the investment per mu was about 200 yuan.

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At noon, when he went to his uncle's house for dinner, Wang Hengxiao's father, Wang Daodao, talked to his uncle about it.

"Planting cotton, to be honest, in the past few years, there have been few families in Hehui Township to grow cotton, which is a loss...... Fertilizer, seeds, film, and water fees, at least two or three hundred per acre of land are invested in a year. ”

The uncle said with some hesitation: "However, the land is very cheap, only more than 20 yuan per mu." ”

Whether it is the uncle's family or Wang Hengxiao's family, they don't have land, and if they want to farm, they have to buy it, or rent it from someone else's house.

"The fortune teller in my hometown said that my house has recovered from the baby's illness, and it will be smooth sailing for the rest of my life, and what I said must be true. If the price of cotton really rises next year...... If you don't say that it will rise a lot, if it rises by two yuan, you will earn tens of thousands of yuan......"

Dad has already calculated an account in his heart.

Working in a brick factory, my father's salary is 400 yuan a month. Uncle is slightly taller, six hundred. The salary for a year is five or six thousand, in addition to food, clothing, housing and so on, by the end of the year, it is good to have two or three thousand yuan in cash. Therefore, Wang Hengxiao's illness in the past two years has really almost hollowed out the foundation of the family.

Dad is hesitant about this investment, and there is a real reason, if he loses money, the whole family may be in trouble.

Therefore, I thought about pulling the uncle together, and if I won, it is good to say, and the two families will share the profits according to how much they invest. If you lose, you won't be hurt. ,

But the uncle is really not optimistic about planting cotton, and said: "If the old baby's family is talking about it, just listen to Hazi." You also saw that the Uyghurs above, the cotton they planted last year was sown, and then the harvest was confiscated, and the price of cotton could not rise, and no matter how much investment was made, it was a loss, so they simply didn't want it. ”

"I know you want to make some money, but you also have to look at the doorway, first honestly work in the brick factory for a few years, the efficiency of the factory is not good, but it is still feasible to maintain a few years, and when the time comes, there is some money in hand, and it will be more convenient to do the sprinkles......"

Uncle is actually right.

Wang Hengxiao hugged his sister to the side and didn't speak, he developed a good habit when he was a child in his previous life, no matter what adults said, he didn't interject, even if it was talking about himself, let them say it.

However, when deciding on things, Wang Hengxiao can follow his own ideas when he implements them.

That is, when there are many people, the idea of giving face to parents but making their own decisions cannot be reversed.

After lunch at the uncle's house, my father and the uncle kept talking about planting cotton next year, but the uncle still didn't agree to plant the land together.

The risk is too great.

According to the market in the past ten years, it is ironclad to lose money.

When I got home, my father hesitated and sat in front of the stove, smoking cigarettes one by one.

"Dad, if you believe me, you can rest assured and bold to go and pack more land and plant cotton next year. The market is going to change, if it is like this all the time, the people will eat the sagas? ”

Wang Hengxiao teased her sister and said to her father.

Farmers in Xinjiang rely on livestock and wheat for food, cattle, sheep, horses, camels, and so on. Some large Uyghur households, with thousands of sheep, sell tens of thousands of wool every year. Coupled with lamb cubs and mutton, the annual fixed income is about fifty or sixty thousand.

In the early nineties, the annual income was fifty or sixty thousand, but it was a big family.

What's more, it's still in the northwest.

However, such a large family, the entire Hehui Township, does not exceed three. As for the rest of the peasant households, eighty percent of the people, the family does not have a thousand yuan in cash, and some of them are wheat and flour that can be eaten for several years in the grain station, or a dozen sheep and a few cows.

Of course, the government will not allow such a situation to continue forever, and change is necessary, but it is also necessary for the peasants to make money.

In Wang Hengxiao's memory, the change will start next year.

My mother has always been more decisive, and said, "I don't want to do it so much, it's all decided, so just do it." Listen to my son, next year more cotton......"

"Find Lao Zhao to borrow some more money, he doesn't plant, the money is also idle, he will lend it to us, and then find Xiao He in the factory, Lao Ma and they will borrow some money! This time, I listened to my son, and everyone said that my son had good luck and was very smart since he was a child. ”

Mother's ground flower made Wang Hengxiao very embarrassed.

This is a way of expressing maternal love, unconditional trust, and what her son says makes sense and does the right thing.

No matter how good he is, he should be, because this is his own son.

Dad nodded fiercely, threw the cigarette butt in his hand in the stove, got up and said, "Then I will go to them and lend us all the spare money in their hands." ”

Wang Hengxiao laughed, hugged her sister in her arms, kissed her on the cheek, smelled some baby-like smell, and whispered: "Sister, Dad will buy you new clothes next year......