Dong Ming went to attend a foreign summit and brought canned chrysanthemums from Fuwang Farm as gifts to some old acquaintances.
The three-day summit made Dong Ming exhausted. He deeply felt that he was getting older. He remembered how comfortable he had been in the village a while ago, and he planned to retire completely.
After the summit, Dong Ming received many calls from acquaintances, asking him where the chrysanthemums came from and that he wanted to buy more.
Dong Ming took the trouble to introduce Fuwang Farm to everyone.
After the other party got to know it, he probably had a guess in his mind. It was probably Mr. Dong's selfish intention to open up sales for good things that could not enter the summit.
Then, I heard Mr. Dong say something.
"But it's getting colder and the chrysanthemums are gone. If you want to buy them, wait until the flowers bloom next year."
What? You introduced me for a long time, but in the end I couldn’t buy it with just one sentence.
This time it satisfies people's appetite.
Some people immediately sent their secretaries to check this farm. After some research, they found that the price of rice in China had increased because the rice from this farm was so fragrant and the rice was limited in supply. A chain reaction caused China's exports to increase.
The image of rice is elevated.
Soon after, the price of domestic chrysanthemum exports also increased inexplicably.
Xu Qingzhi didn't know this.
She nestled in the quilt and wrapped herself into a turtle.
Wang Yanmei knocked on the door outside, "Qingzhi, get up, get up, why can't you sleep so well today?"
"It's too cold, I don't want to think about it." Xu Qingzhi rolled over in bed. The cold air rushed in. She quickly wrapped herself in the quilt the next second as if facing a powerful enemy.
When the weather was cold before, it was sometimes sunny and sometimes cold, and the weather changed repeatedly.
Now it is truly winter in the south. Even the air seems to be wet and cold, and even the tip of the nose is cold when breathing, but Xu Qingzhi doesn't like to bury her face in the quilt to sleep.
The most uncomfortable time of the day is when I get out of bed.
The happiest time is when I can stay in bed for a while.
Wang Yanmei raised her hand and said "Bang Bang Bang" knocking on the door, "Get up, get up, you don't even know what kind of day it is today."
"What day?" Xu Qingzhi asked dully. He probably stretched out his hands to freeze when he went to sleep at night, and his nose was a bit blocked.
She has many problems when sleeping. She rolls up the quilt and likes to show her arms and legs. Especially in the winter, she always stretches out her arms unconsciously. She is so cold that she takes the iceman back after waking up from the cold.
Wang Yanmei shouted outside the door: "Kill the pig, you forgot, the pig is being killed at home today."
Xu Qingzhi remembered that the pigs at home grew very fast under the nourishment of spiritual energy.
No, there is still some time before the Chinese New Year. She killed a pig and wanted to smoke some bacon. Her mother also wanted to make some sausages and boil lard. Some of the meat was directly frozen in the freezer. It would still taste fresh when eaten during the Chinese New Year.
almost.
Her father invited many people from the village to help kill the pig.
In the past, there were no restrictions on private pig raising. Every household in the village would raise several pigs. In addition to the house where they lived, they also had separate kitchens and pig pens.
It’s only after restrictions on raising pigs in recent years that there are fewer pigs in the village.
Killing pig rice is the beginning of the New Year flavor in Xu Qingzhi’s memory.
Xu Qingzhi listened intently and heard the lively chatter of villagers downstairs.
In fact, she didn't have to do anything to kill the pig. Her mother came to call her simply because someone was coming, and people would definitely ask: Hey, how do you know someone in your family?
It's hard for her mother to say anything. My daughter is still lying on the bed.
This is very impolite behavior in the village.
"I know, Mom, I'll get up right away." Xu Qingzhi responded.
"I'm going downstairs. You wash up. There is hot porridge and vegetables on the table down there. You can eat some." After Wang Yanmei said that, she went downstairs in a hurry. The footsteps going downstairs were all "pattering".
Xu Qingzhi wrapped herself in a quilt, then slowly stretched out her legs from the edge of the quilt and hung them by the bed, picked up the cotton trousers next to her and put them on.
"Hiss~" It's cold.
Without stopping, Shuila opened the quilt, stepped into the new cotton shoes that her mother had given her a while ago, picked up the down jacket next to her, and wrapped it around herself.
I shivered from the cold.
Under the desk on the side, the wooden box stove was turned on to the best fire, and the two little cats were lying on it comfortably.
Sometimes when it gets a little hot, the two little guys would lay down with a thin quilt underneath.
No one will enjoy it.
After Xu Qingzhi washed up, she went downstairs.
The house was lively and lively, with many people coming.
She would call people when she met them, and some familiar faces she knew. According to her memory, unfamiliar faces would be called uncle or aunt, which was always correct.
Even if I make a mistake, people won't take it seriously, my child.