"Of course I'm willing, but can I make a lot of money? I can't open a store to make money. There's no place for me in the county factory." Song Beiwang muttered.
"Just because it's not possible now doesn't mean it won't be possible in the future. Our country must always make progress. I've thought of something for you. I'll specialize in cultivating new fruit trees, and you can contract an entire mountain on Lushan. The fruits we produce will be big and delicious. From one mountain, to two mountains, to ten mountains, you'll be the largest fruit supplier in the area."
Later, when my son or daughter goes to college, he or she will tell his or her classmates that his or her family sold several fruit trees to raise enough money for tuition. His or her classmates will think that he or she is from a poor family, but who knows that he or she is a real tycoon.
Song Jiayu thought about it and found it quite funny.
Song Beiwang, who was only twelve years old, was fascinated by the pancakes described by his sister.
"Sister, you must cultivate our No. 1 winter jujube tree in the county!"
Before leaving, he did not forget to chase to the village gate and shout this sentence.
At this moment, seeing Song Jiayu fiddling with the winter jujube tree, Jiang Baizhou thought of his brother-in-law's reluctant look and said with a smile: "What will you do if you can't save this winter jujube tree?"
With this hanging on my body, I am invincible!
Song Jiayu simply said "Impossible".
To make it less strange, he explained, "Not only do I dig the most fertile soil on the mountain, but here it receives sunshine every day, which is much better than being covered by a huge cloud of big brothers and big sisters on the mountain."
Jiang Baizhou didn't discourage him. He thought it was a good thing that Jiayu could find fun at home. After he went to work in the factory, he didn't have to worry about Jiayu being bored at home.
After making a home for the wild berries and the winter jujube trees, Song Jiayu went to see the bean sprouts she had grown. It was already the third day, and the tiny soybean had grown again, growing a white and crystal-clear body. The whole bean broke into two halves, which fell on the white body like two palms.
Song Jiayu placed her hands on the bean sprouts, and a green light appeared in her palms.
"It will probably be ready to eat in two days..." she murmured.
After all, this is a complete bean sprout stimulated by the wood element ability. How effective is it? We have to learn from Jiang Baizhou.
Today, the group of children from the compound went home together again.
The girls and boys were divided into two groups.
Qian Youcai and Yan Dongdong were walking together. There seemed to be many children in the two compounds, but the only one who was about the same age as Qian Youcai was Yan Dongdong from the compound next door.
"Dongdong, how did your constipation get better a few days ago?"
"What's wrong? You can't poop either?"
When asked, Qian Youcai nodded shyly. A man should never show weakness, but his stomach had been hard for several days and squatting in the toilet was useless as he just couldn't defecate.
Yan Dongdong also understood that feeling. "Okay, I'll tell you, I took croton powder, so I pooped."
"Ah? I don't have any croton powder at home." Qian Youcai said worriedly.
"It's okay." Yan Dongdong patted his chest, "We are brothers. I can steal some from home for you."
Qian Youcai was so moved that he almost cried and shouted, "Dongdong, we will always be good brothers."
…
In the evening, in the No. 14 compound, every household lit oil lamps and the aroma of food wafted in the air.
On the stove, a big pot was cooking boiling white porridge with peeled sweet potatoes in it, emitting a sweet fragrance. When the sweet potato porridge was cooked and served on the table, there were two plates of fried dishes on the table, one was fried shredded potatoes and the other was scrambled eggs with green onions.
The two hens rewarded by the system are absolutely worth the money and can lay an egg every day.
At noon, the two of them had a good meal in Lushan Village. For the dinner, the porridge was also delicious, and the scrambled eggs with green onions tasted very good. She had learned cooking for more than ten hours in a few days, and she found that stir-fried dishes were indeed more delicious.
After dinner, there was usually no nighttime activity in the compound. The space illuminated by the kerosene lamp was limited. At a time when supplies were scarce, who would be willing to waste them? Before eight o'clock, almost every household had turned off the lights.
While Jiang Baizhou went to wash the dishes, Song Jiayu was still thinking about the last task of the day.
Looking for someone with a bad odor?
This is so difficult. Could it be that someone in the compound has body odor?
Just as she was thinking hard.
At the Qian family's compound, Qian Youcai, who had just finished his meal, quietly came to the table where the thermos was placed.
Standing on a small stool, he took out a bag of croton powder given to him by his good brother Dongdong.
He murmured, "Dongdong said it could only go up to this limit?"
The child scratched the back of his head in annoyance.
"Whatever, I need to poop!"
He poured a whole packet of croton powder into the thermos, then poured a glass of water into the enamel cup. With a distorted face, he brought the enamel cup close to his mouth and took a sip as if he was drinking medicine.
"No bitterness?" Qian Youcai's eyes lit up.
After drinking the entire cup of water, he began to lie on the kang, waiting for his stomach to be healed so that he could defecate.
The Qian family, completely unaware of the situation, first had Zhou Yinglai, the real head of the family, pour a glass of water and casually complain, "Mom, can you put less salt in the dishes next time?"
Mrs. Qian, who was angry today, said: "No, this is how I cook. If you want to eat less salty food, then cook it yourself!"
The words sounded very tough, but after her daughter-in-law left, Old Mrs. Qian also came to pour herself a glass of water, muttering to herself that she could put less salt next time.
Next was Qian Zhuangshi, who had no say at home, and he drank two cups.
As time goes by little by little.
Compound No. 14.
"puff--"
A super loud fart scared the two chickens that Song Jiayu kept in the chicken coop.
No, it should be given to the stinky one.
If it were expressed in the form of an animation, it would be a yellow wave formed by a big fart that surrounded the entire courtyard and arrogantly entered through the gap in the door.
"It stinks! Who pooped at home?" Wu Li cursed angrily. As the middle resident in the row of main houses, his house was closest to the scene of the incident.
But the response he got was——
"Puff puff puff puff puff"
The yellow fart shells hit every household in Compound No. 14.
Song Jiayu: ...
What else could she say? She didn't even have time to close her mouth and cover her nose because she found the stench.
Damn it, I'd rather not complete the task than smell this stench.
Lights began to light up in the previously dark courtyard. The Li family even took out flashlights. Old Mrs. Wang came out and scolded them without mercy: "That family has no sense of hygiene! You poop in the house! How dare you do that!"
As the family went out, the Qian family, where no one had gone out for the time being, was identified as the suspect of sending the yellow fart bombs.
"Old Qian's family! What are you all doing at home? You're going to stink up our entire compound!"
As Mrs. Wang said this, the door of the Qian family opened.
Led by Zhou Ying, Old Lady Qian, Qian Zhuangshi, and Qian Youfu's family of four, they ran out holding their stomachs, without even having time to talk to the people in the yard. They rushed to the back door in the lower left corner of the yard. The exit was the toilet in the No. 14 yard, which had two stalls in total.
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