Zhou Zhenghai studied very seriously, but after only a few days, he had to stop...
After the initial mechanization of their home, Zhou Yan and his wife became a little restless and bored. Not only did they build a vegetable greenhouse, but they also began to grow some crops that the couple had previously regarded as "not doing their job properly."
Zhou Yan likes to eat watermelon.
At the beginning of the year, Zhou Yan just took a casual bite, but he didn't expect that the second elder, who was worried about his son's taste, actually took melon planting as a serious matter. He bought several packets of different seeds and planted them around the pig farm.
isolated woods.
You know, in order to prevent the sound of the pig farm from affecting the surrounding neighbors, the two elders planted five or six acres of woods inside and outside.
With plenty of rain and no shortage of organic fertilizers, watermelons have finally ushered in their explosive season: a large number of watermelons turn into crispy pulp every day.
We gave them to everyone who could, and even stuffed a lot of crayfish into the car every day and sent them into the city. Qin Ruoshu started to complain after eating them, but more melons would ripen every day...
"Why don't you go to the market and sell it?"
Although the two elders, who have always been traditional, have always been ashamed of doing small business, under the influence of traditional concepts, they are reluctant to waste...
In the evening of that day, the father and son ran to the melon field, flicked all the watermelons that were about to ripen, and then loaded them into the car.
The family's 160-horsepower tractor was so big that it could hold five to six hundred watermelons after it was hooked up to the carriage. The family had to break up the sticky corn they planted in the spring overnight.
, and this was enough for a car.
The next day, at dawn, the father and son rushed to the town with their tractor.
The two of them did not enter the market. They just found a spacious place on the roadside, parked the car, put down the electronic scale, and marked the prices of watermelon and sticky corn on the corrugated cardboard boxes. It was open for business.
They say everything is difficult at the beginning, but Zhou Zhenghai's business journey was not difficult at all.
Watermelons are one penny cheaper per catty than at the market. If you can make up the difference, you will never give change. If you are short of one or two cents, you will be given a few corns. If you are short of three to four cents, you will be given an extra small watermelon.
"Boss Zhou, how do you sell watermelons?"
Zhou Zhenghai was a little surprised when he heard someone calling him boss, but when he looked up, he found a young man very similar to his son's age, staring at his son with a smile. He immediately realized: his son's elementary school or junior high school classmate.
"You kid," Zhou Yan looked at the man in front of him, who was still wearing a suit and ties in the summer, "you are doing well!"
With that said, Zhou Yan picked up a six or seven kilogram watermelon from the carriage, stuffed it into a plastic bag, and handed it over: "Here!"
"Don't mention it, this..."
Zhou Yan smiled slightly and stuffed the plastic bag into the other person's hand: "I originally planted it for myself to eat. After the melons were ripe, I realized that I had planted too many..."
"Young man, just take it if it's given to you. If you're a classmate, I'll treat you as a guest!"
"Thank you uncle!"
The place where the father and son set up their stall was the only entrance to the market in the town. Although it was summer, there were many acquaintances coming and going. The two of them were half selling and half giving away. They were busy until after ten o'clock, and finally emptied the carriage.
After a day's rest, on the twentieth day of the sixth lunar month, a family of five rushed to Zhou Yan's grandma's house with watermelons.
When we got to the field, we first unloaded all the fruits and vegetables we brought from home.
"Third sister, what are you doing with so many vegetables? They are all in the vegetable garden at home!"
Father Zhou Yan was a little embarrassed when he was asked: "The vegetables in the greenhouse have been fertilized a little too much this year, and they have grown like crazy..."
After chatting for a while, my aunt finally noticed Zhou Xiaohui in the crowd: "Hey, Xiaohui is here too?"
Zhou Yan’s parents didn’t need to explain. My aunt also knew that this person was sent to his hometown for summer vacation by his parents.
After chatting for a while, Zhou Yan and his father got in the car and went straight to the market.
The villages in Hekou Town, where Zhou Yan's grandma lives, are denser than those in Qingya Town, where Zhou Jialing is located. In addition, the prices of the two men are low, but in less than an hour, half of the melons in the carriage were sold...
One of the father and son was carrying and weighing the watermelons, while the other was collecting the money. While they were so busy, they did not notice that there was a group of acquaintances among the tourists.
After passing the peak passenger flow, Zhou Zhenghai just wanted to take a breath, but found that his son was constantly winking at him. When he looked up, he found that his two brothers-in-law were looking at him with smiles.
"Eldest brother-in-law, second brother-in-law!"
"eat watermelon!"
Then, Comrade Feng Weiguo, a leader in the logistics industry in Xinnan County, COSCO City, also joined the ranks of selling melons...
Ten days later, the watermelon outbreak period finally passed, and the Zhou family and his son heaved a long sigh of relief: going to the market every day to sell watermelons was really tiring...
That night, the father and son quietly ran to Xishan Reservoir, took a long swim, and relaxed for a while.
The next morning, as soon as Zhou Yan got up, he received suspense from his two younger brothers.
"Brother, did you and my uncle go out to play last night? Why didn't you take us with you?"
"Take you two with me?" Zhou Yan glanced at the two landlubbers in front of him, "Yesterday we went to the reservoir to take a bath, so I'll take you two with me in case something happens..."
Seeing that Zhou Yan couldn't move, the two young men had no choice but to ask Father Zhou...
"Third uncle!"
"Third uncle!"
Father Zhou was so troubled that he had no choice but to throw the problem to Zhou Yan: "Son, please solve the problem for me!"
Isn't this simple?
Zhou Yan rummaged around in the warehouse where the tractor was stored for a while, found the replaced front tire, patched it up, and turned it into a lifebuoy.
After the lunch break, while the temperature was at its highest, Zhou Yan took his two younger brothers and ran to the reservoir carrying a swimming ring.
When the three brothers arrived, there were already many children swimming in the reservoir.
Although the adults in the village always used the two- to three-meter-long fish in the reservoir to eat people when trying to scare the children, they couldn't stand the fact that it was too hot in the summer and it was too cool to stay in the water...
After entering the water, Zhou Yan began to teach his two younger brothers breaststroke.
Although he doesn't go into the sea often, Zhou Yan's swimming skills are solid. He can do breaststroke, butterfly stroke, and backstroke. His speed may be a bit slow, but his movements are all learned from books.
When they first learn something, they always have a fresh energy. With the help of tires, Zhao Zixuan and Zhou Xiaohui quickly learned breaststroke and got rid of the restrictions of ugly tires.
For a period of time after that, Zhou Yan didn't need to speak. As soon as afternoon came, the two brothers found the tire that had fooled Zhou Yan's wife and trotted towards the reservoir...
And while the two brothers were happily enjoying the comfort brought by swimming, Zhou Yan's father's subject 1 also entered the final sprint stage: doing simulation exercises on Zhou Yan's notebook.
Seeing his father's perfect score, Zhou Yan finally believed that the legendary junior high school career promoted by his father might be true.
"When your father and I were in junior high school, we skipped two grades in a row. If we hadn't really not wanted to go to school, we would have been technicians in a large factory at the very least..."
The next day, Zhou Zhenghai took his son, nephew, and nephew into the city to take the exam and visit relatives on the way.
When they went out, the four of them took the No. 11 bus. When they came back, the means of transportation for the four of them turned into a pickup truck.
After returning home, Zhou Yan was criticized by his mother: "Your father bought a car before he even got his driver's license. Why didn't you stop him?"
“Let’s buy one first and practice!”
Mrs. Zhou Yan was furious: "Isn't your uncle's Wuling parked? It has to be..."
"My uncle's Wuling has been transferred to Ronaldinho..."