When he entered the door, his grandfather, who put down his things without saying anything, pushed Yang Dongxu around and turned around. He loved his little grandson more and more.

"I'm sitting, sit down, what else can I buy when I come?" Dad Yang took out a cigarette to entertain the little grandpa.

"It's not for you to eat, so you don't want to say anything." The young grandfather said half-jokingly.

Dad Yang laughed and knew that his uncle was joking with him. In the past, he just walked away from relatives from time to time, so there were not many opportunities for Yang Dad Yang and his grandfather Yang Dongxu to have contact. He was polite and had no practical feelings when meeting him.

I ran together in the past one or two months. Sometimes my uncle doesn’t give Yang Dad a face when he speaks. But he is not stupid and naturally feels that he takes good care of himself.

"Little Grandpa, how are you?" Yang Dongxu struggled from his little grandpa's arms and asked.

"This matter is a bit difficult to deal with. I asked if there was no brick making machine in the city's agricultural machinery factory. Through Director Li's relationship, I invited a deputy director of the workshop to have a meal and told him the brick making machine you mentioned. It's not a big problem to make the machine simply, but the engine is a problem. And that thing burns diesel, and diesel is not easy to deal with now. And..."

Yang Dongxu couldn't help feeling a little disappointed when he listened to his younger grandfather's narration, and then he felt that he was really thinking too much.

Nowadays, there are not many cars in later generations that cannot be sold, so a brick machine cannot get an engine like a car. But in this era when bicycles are rare, it is difficult for you to just build a motor.

"What's wrong with you?" Dad Yang glared at his son.

In the past six months, especially in recent months, he always feels that his son is becoming less and less controlled, and it is not that he is disobeying discipline. Instead, he is becoming increasingly impenetrable. Is Mr. Zhou’s teaching level really so high that his son has become a genius? Dad Yang was speculating in his heart.

"Nothing happened, absolutely nothing." Yang Dongxu kept shaking his head.

Compared to your teacher, as long as what you say makes sense, even if you are just a six-year-old child, he will discuss it with you in an equal manner, and sometimes he can even talk about the typical scholar's thoughts of asking for advice.

Dad Yang has a lot of temper, something is a little unhappy, or he feels that his son is too smart, and he is a little embarrassed, so he slapped Yang Dongxu on the butt a few slaps.

"What are you yelling about? What should I do if I scare my child? I think Xuzi is more promising than you in the future. You only know a few words. Xuzi can read newspapers or Russian." Seeing that Yang Dad got angry, Yang Dongxu's little grandfather was unwilling.

This is my own heart and soul, and it is such a smart heart and soul. How can I be bullied at will? Even if this person is Yang Dongxu, I can't do it.

"You uncle, you can't spoil him so much. He's almost lawless. You don't know if the fertilizer is good or not. He asked several bags to sprinkle them into the field. Other people's fields have planted wheat. He insisted on keeping a few pieces of spring land and saying that he'll keep watermelon next year. You said, you said..."

"You said, what do you know? You don't have any brains at all. What's wrong with growing watermelons? Don't you see watermelons in the supply and marketing cooperative? The price is more expensive than meat and it's in short supply. If you have such a son, you'll be stupid. Do you know what you know and command blindly." The young grandfather stared at Yang's father with an unhappy look, which was quite as if Yang's father was about to beat Yang Dongxu when he was unhappy.

"I didn't say anything, no, have the acres of land been left behind? It's just that we haven't planted watermelons before, so we feel a little uneasy." Dad Yang said weakly.

Obviously he was not scared by his grandfather's aura. Even if his grandfather beat him up, he would not dare to fight back like he left Yang Dongxu.

Instead, he thought of the watermelon he saw in the supply and marketing cooperative in summer. Just as Yang Dongxu said, the watermelon sold more expensive than meat, and most people can't buy it.

In fact, although poor people were very scarce in this era, not everyone was poor. There were poor people, and there were naturally rich people. Especially the rich people in the city, such as agricultural machinery factories, and the leaders of supply and marketing cooperatives, their living standards were naturally excellent.

Of course, it is not the main reason why Yang Dongxu inspires his father to grow watermelons. As a veteran, he is more long-term than his father who has a narrow vision. Even if there are no rich people in the city, watermelons should make money.

The ground was sprinkled with chemical fertilizers. Although it was not much, compared with the current wheat yield of only 500 kilograms per mu, it is foreseeable to harvest about 700 kilograms next year.

There is a lot of land in Yangjia Village, and each person has nearly two acres of land. In other words, no matter how many adults and children can collect more than 1,400 kilograms of wheat in one gulf, the remaining ones will definitely be endless after handing over the public grain.

At that time, you don’t have money. If you exchange a pound of watermelon for one pound of wheat, you will definitely make a big profit. The yield per pound of wheat is 700 pounds, and the watermelon is at least 3,000 pounds. If the fertilizer and water are enough, you can achieve it even if you have enough 4,000 pounds. Yang Dongxu naturally cannot let go of such a good opportunity to make money.

In fact, this is a very simple truth. People with a brain in later generations can figure it out after a little thought. In summary, things are precious because they are rare. When there is too much wheat and it is not valuable, watermelon will naturally have a good market.

If Yang's father didn't listen much to his age, Yang Dongxu even wanted to plant watermelons in his family's land. When others saw that they were making money, they could change to the wheat, soybeans and other farming land, and plant something else. As long as they kept the things they planted were rare and high-yield, they could make money by changing the excess wheat.

After the adobe was dried, Yang Dongxu's house built a pigpen and replaced two small piglets from the town and threw them in.

In Yang Dongxu's opinion, if large-scale pig farming cannot save costs, rural pig farming will not make much money, and it will only praise some of the usual inconspicuous pig food and fragments to turn into whole money.

When the fog rose and frost fell three times, people had quietly entered the cold winter.

At one or two o'clock in the morning, Yang's father started to get up, washed up casually, and carried the lantern with cold water, and walked towards the back house with the yellow light.

I collected a truck of cabbage yesterday afternoon and kept it at Grandpa Yang Dongxu's house. Today I was going to take it to the city supply and marketing cooperative. I had already greeted Director Li two days ago. There was a shortage of vegetables there and there was no need to set up a stall to sell vegetables like I planned.

Compared with the aquatic products of cabbage in summer, it is naturally more resistant to transportation and storage. Put wheat straw on both sides of the cart, so as to prevent the cabbage from being squeezed hard, there is basically no loss.

It is obviously impossible to get up to today's morning market when you get up, but it doesn't matter. The cabbage is very resistant to storage in winter. It is still fresh when you sell it tomorrow. The buyer will not choose anything, even if you wake up in the morning and deliver it to the evening.

However, Yang's father obviously doesn't want to spend the night in the city. He will be awkward to go to Yang Dongxu's second aunt's house. Director Li arranged for him to stay in a hotel, but he felt sorry for the money.

So it's just right to get up at this time. I'll go to the city at noon, sell it, bring money, buy some things I need, and treat it as lunch as a casual meal. I can come back before dark to catch up for supper.

"Where are you joining the army?" The kerosene lamp that came to the back house, Yang Dongxu's grandfather's house had been lit. Dad Yang, who had a little tiptoe on his right leg, was opening the door and pulling the car outside.

"It's too cold, he can't get up. Let's go today and let him sleep at home." Grandpa Yang Dongxu said.

"Just spoil it, it's time for you to spoil it for the rest of your life." Dad Yang muttered unhappily and went to the side room to pick the cow.

This is Grandma Yang Dongxu's out of the kitchen, hugging a few steaming buns with a towel, and putting them in a bamboo basket with a few pickled salted eggs and a large water bag.

Of course, this is not a breakfast I prepared, but something I ate on the road. Now I just got up and had no appetite, but I was hungry as I walked for a long distance. The bamboo basket was not warm and I would be cold if I waited until the morning to eat anything, and it would be cold in the middle of the winter. So when the bamboo basket was still slightly hot, my father and the other ones were probably hungry, and they had a meal.

"Be careful on the road, come back early after selling things." Yang Dad put the cow on the car and was about to set off. Grandma Yang Dongxu reminded him.

"I know, mom, you can go into the house outside." Dad Yang held the lantern in one hand and the cow in the other hand, following Yang Dongxu's grandfather who was a little tiptoed.

"Dad, please take the car, I just need to hold the cow." Dad Yang said as he looked at his father's legs and feet inconvenient.

"It's not that expensive. Besides, it's better to have a freezing car in this cold weather, so it's better to have a walk." Grandpa Yang Dongxu shook his head.

Although I thought I had surgery to cut the sores and had a little tiptoe on my right leg, there were no other symptoms of muscle atrophy on my legs. Except for the ugly walking, the right leg was no different from other people's normal legs and feet.

Dad Yang obviously knew what happened to his father's legs and feet. It was really cold in the middle of the night in the cold winter, and it was really not comfortable to walk while sitting in the ox cart and getting cold. So he raised his hand to blow out the lantern in his hand to save some fuel. Grandpa Yang Dongxu walked in front with the lantern, and he followed from behind.

After dinner in the morning, Yang Dongxu walked towards Mr. Zhou's house. Sister Hongying was on winter vacation and there was no work to do in winter, so he could take his sister with him. Yang Dongxu was finally free for a while.

When he walked to the carpenter's house, he was stunned for a moment, turned around and pushed the door and walked in. He heard that he was just shouting that his uncle joined the army. At this time, a group of people were gathering around to play cards. Although the cards were shabby, either missing a corner or only half were left, but a few people were having fun and there were many people watching next to him.

"Dad, you didn't go to the city to sell vegetables?" Yang Dongxu shouted. Now many rural people send eggs and other things to the city, so Yang Dongxu doesn't have to cover them anymore.

"It's just one car, two people are enough, I don't have to go." The military officer responded without raising his head, and started playing cards at the same time: "A pair of hooks, call the police, and have another card, do you want it?"

He glanced at his little father Yang Dongxu, shook his head and turned around and walked out. He didn't know what kind of virtue his little father is. He must have not gotten up in the middle of the night, so he didn't go there. If it weren't for the fact that many things in the city were fresh, he probably wouldn't have gone to the city during the day, but hid here and played cards happily with others.

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