Section 14 The Labor Pains of Primitive Accumulation

After the rich lady's wife accepted the filial piety of Jiao'er and his wife, two days later, she moved to live in a Tujia hotel near the Jiaojia stage in Beauty Valley Town.

Jiao'er and his wife do regard the landlord's wife as a relative, Jiao'er always calls her mother-in-law, Wu Yan is always busy with this Tu mother, and invites the old man to go to the rehearsal hall at any time for guidance.

In the first rehearsal about primitive accumulation, the landlord's wife calmed everyone down, she has an outstanding talent in business planning, her insights and grasp of details have reached the point of precision, no wonder the leading brother will congratulate Jiao'er and his wife: "Congratulations on finding the guarantee and backing of success!" ā€

Although the wife of the rich man appeared to be rich and blessed, dressed elegantly but not luxuriously, and indeed had the appearance of a noblewoman, she must have experienced the pain of losing her husband and daughter, as well as the betrayal and theft of snobbery, which made her deeply traumatized, and appealed to external appearances that she was not flexible enough to act.

There's no reason not to go to the first rehearsal! The wife of the rich man was late, and she was afraid of alarming her daughter-in-law and rehearsals, so she quietly sat in the back and tried to hide herself as much as possible. How many people can there be in the rehearsal hall, and can they be hidden? Jiao'er and his wife still affectionately arranged the nearest and best sight seat for the old man, and shared the table with the leading brother and others, making good tea and setting up snacks in the same way.

The rich man's wife looked very seriously, smiling, and noncommittal.

None of the actors changed their costumes to match the roles.

Jiao'er and Wu Yan turned over the soil in the ground, wiping their sweat from time to time, looking up at the sky from time to time, Jiao'er walked a few steps, the action was like pouring water, held in front of Wu Yan, and said sadly: "It's hot, God doesn't open his eyes, it's useless to work hard, drink saliva!" ā€

Wu Yan smiled bitterly, took the water bowl in her hand, and patted the dust on her shoulder with the other hand for Jiao'er and said, "I don't work hard." I can't bear it, do my best, isn't it okay for everyone to be relaxed? ā€

An old woman with a hunched body, shuffling with heavy steps, and the bamboo pole beating on the ground, came with difficulty, and hunger tormented her, she pointed to the distance, and pleaded in a low voice and trembling voice: "Save my old man, he is dying!" ā€

Jiao'er and Wu Yan rushed over. Supporting the old woman who stumbled and broke through, Wu Yan handed the water bowl in her hand to the old woman who asked for help, and said with tears in her eyes: "It's hot, drink saliva and talk about it!" ā€

"The old man must be hungry, but we don't have anything to satisfy hunger here." Jiao'er picked up the crockpot, looked at the field, muttered to herself in embarrassment, and then paced anxiously in place, and said in her mouth. "What to do, what to do?"

Wu Yan looked at the corn cob on the corn stalk in the field, she walked over and touched it: "It hasn't grown yet." Or a bag of pulp, how can you satisfy hunger? ā€

"In the past, let's pour some water on the old man first!" Jiao'er and Wu Yan helped the old woman, and the old woman broke free from their husband and wife's hands. Pointing weakly in the direction, the couple understood and ran over quickly. squatted down and cooperated with the tacit understanding to feed the unconscious old man.

In an instant, the old man opened his eyes slightly: "It's so fragrant!" ā€

"It's good if the old man wakes up, it's good when he wakes up!" Jiao'er and his wife were stunned, and Wu Yan said apologetically: "It's not food, it's just white water!" ā€

Jiao'er and his wife helped the old man sit up and asked, "Can you go?" ā€

The old man shook his head and said weakly: "I really don't have the strength, if only I had a little food!" ā€

Jiao'er looked around, then expanded the search range of her eyes, and found that there was a wild fruit tree on the edge of the cliff, with very small wild fruits on it, and he seemed to say to Wu Yan: "It's too small, it's really pitiful!" ā€

Wu Yan looked at it and wiped her sweat: "It's better than nothing!" ā€

After Jiao'er nodded, she put down the crockpot, ran over, climbed hard, climbed for a while, and then climbed and slid down, tired and sweaty, out of breath.

Seeing this, Wu Yan put down the water bowl and said to the old man: "Wait a minute!" ā€

Wu Yan ran to Jiao'er, she bowed down, Jiao'er looked at his wife distressedly, he gently pushed his wife away, and bowed down himself: "Come, pick the life-saving fruit, it's important to save people!" ā€

Wu Yan leaned on Jiao'er, lifted her feet, patted her shoes, Jiao'er got lower and lower, holding Wu Yan's hand with her opposite hands, Wu Yan stood on Jiao'er's back tremblingly, and slowly straightened her waist.

Jiao'er advised: "Be careful! ā€

Jiao'er approached the cliff, and then closer, until she stuck to the cliff wall. Wu Yan held the cliff with both hands, slowly stood on Jiao'er's shoulder, and stretched out her hand, but she couldn't reach it, Jiao'er asked below, "Have you ever picked it?" ā€

"No, it's much worse!" Wu Yan replied. Wu Yan tried her best to stand on tiptoe, her legs trembled, shook a few times, and fell.

It's too late, it's fast, Jiao'er hit the cliff with both palms, her body stabbed out of the stab, and grabbed Wu Yan, who was leaning on her body, and he lay down on the ground, rolled on the ground, just under Wu Yan, the husband and wife sat up with difficulty, looked at each other, smiled bitterly, they slowly stood up, and the beads of sweat rolled down in large pieces. The move turned the audience from screaming to lamenting.

"How good it would be if the earth could produce silver!" Wu Yan struggled on the ground a few times, leaned on Jiao'er, and gasped, "It's a pity that the land that has been tended by adults for many months has a meager harvest, and it depends on God's face to feed yourself." This remark resonated strongly with the audience.

Jiao'er was looking at the wild fruit tree, and he suddenly smiled: "There is! ā€

At this moment, the old woman turned upside down, and when she saw the old man sitting there, she was very pleased, and praised Jiao'er and her husband for their kindness, and after saying that there would be good rewards in the future, "If you have any ideas, tell me about it!" The old woman said as she walked up to the couple and shook their hands affectionately in thanks.

"I think that if you plant fruit trees in the field, you can directly satisfy your hunger and sell them for money." Jiao'er excitedly said her thoughts and said, "If fruit trees were planted here, the old man would have eaten them a long time ago, how could he be hungry until now?" ā€

Wu Yan patted the dust on her body and said, "Even if there is no fruit, the leaves can satisfy hunger!" ā€

As soon as these words came out, the tears of the rich man's wife could no longer be stopped, and the leading elder brother and Jiaoyu also looked at her with tears in their eyes and wiped away their tears.

The wife of the rich man said: "Well, the idea of changing fate is born and grasped accurately, which is the painful process of the primitive accumulation of capital. ā€

The leading elder brother asked, "How did Madame get it?" ā€

The wife of the rich man said, presumably the leading brother got it when he came to the Tu family manor to investigate, this manor is not surnamed Tu, but surnamed Yang, that is, my mother's property, my husband is a beggar family, and it is also because the family has no place to stand and no food for rats to consume at night, so he left his hometown in order to survive.

"Presumably, the rich man has made a lot of contributions to the Yang family?" Jiaoyu asked.

"Exactly!" The wife of the rich man wiped away her tears and said, "The husband does not regard himself as a concubine, but works hard like a long-term worker, and he is tired and sick, and the life of the Yang family is getting better and better, and there is more money." ā€

The husband was extremely clever, and he proposed to build a yƬ, taking advantage of the conditions close to the town, to do some agricultural and sideline products business in his spare time, and over time, he had the conditions to make a fortune. When the wife of the rich man said this, she was quite proud, so she built the first store in the town of Beauty Valley, and the operation is flexible, and the business can be bought and sold, and the exchange can also be done, which can be said to be impressive.

"Why did the manor change its surname?" The leader asked.

The wife of the rich man sighed: "Mr. Feng Shui said that the people of the manor were not prosperous, the Yang family had no children, and the husband sincerely took root, so he handed over the more and more prosperous business to him, for the needs of the business, and in order to better exert his business ability, it was all handed over to him." ā€

"Yes, it takes talent to operate." Wu Yan's aunt said, "The capable live in it, and the capable dominate it, this is the immutable law of primitive accumulation!" ā€

The rich man's wife nodded in agreement, planting fruit trees all over and forming a scale is naturally the most economical and direct investment method, and it is also the most effective economic transformation model.

Jiao'er said excitedly, the plot of this section will develop like this, I believe that when the fragrance is everywhere, it will definitely help people, make a fortune, and move it to the stage, which will definitely open the audience's eyes.

"Yes!" Wu Yan solicited advice, "Please Master Liu go out of the mountain, press us under the fruit mountain, and thunder in the fruit forest, singing and dancing!" ā€

"In this way, the audience is not as excited as a madman!" Wu Yan's parents admired their daughter's idea and couldn't hold back the authenticity. (To be continued......)