It’s okay. Although I spent several thousand yuan on the first day, which is equivalent to half a month’s salary, this small cherry orchard has begun to take shape.
After wiping the sweat off his face, Zhao Xiaoyang was satisfied. He hummed a little tune and went down the mountain happily and relaxedly.
I arrived at my uncle Zhao Yuanfang's house as if I knew the place well.
Since the old man passed away, Zhao Yuanfang connected the adjacent old houses and gave them a simple renovation. Although it is not luxurious, it has the feeling of a country villa.
It can be said that the development of rural areas is actually quite good now. As long as you can earn money at home, even if you are not very rich, your living conditions are actually not much worse than those in the city.
"Xiaoyang, come on, come on, sit down and have a couple of drinks with uncle."
After inviting Zhao Xiaoyang to sit down, Zhao Yuanfang happily took out a bottle of Meilanchun, a specialty of his hometown.
Sesame-flavored wine.
Zhao Xiaoyang nodded happily, took the bottle and filled Zhao Yuanfang's glass.
"Uncle, it seems that there is money to be made from growing cherries these past two years."
"Ahem...it's okay." Zhao Yuanfang's old face turned red, and he seemed a little embarrassed.
It's not that I feel bad about making a little money, but...
"Xiaoyang, don't blame me. You suddenly said you wanted to come back and plant cherries. I was worried you wouldn't be able to do it well. There happened to be some cherry trees left by the old man on the mountain, so I let you try first."
"As long as you can succeed, half of the cherry orchard left by the old man will be yours!"
Hearing this, Zhao Xiaoyang quickly waved his hands and said, "Uncle, please don't misunderstand me. You worked so hard to take care of that cherry orchard. How can I take it for free?"
As he spoke, Zhao Xiaoyang took out the 30,000 yuan he had prepared and slapped it on the table.
"Uncle, here is 30,000 yuan!"
"What are you doing with the money, kid?"
Zhao Yuanfang stood up suddenly upon seeing this.
"No, uncle, please listen to me first. Please accept this money first."
"What are you trying to collect? Aren't you slapping me in the face?"
Zhao Yuanfang's old face turned even redder, and he was so anxious that he wiped the stubble on his cheeks, making a sizzling sound.
"Xiaoyang, if you don't put it away, uncle will be really angry."
"Alright, alright, you two just met and you're already arguing. If someone didn't know, they'd think you were going to fight."
At this time, a plump middle-aged woman came out of the kitchen, put down the preserved egg and tofu she had just mixed, and then pulled a stool and sat next to Zhao Xiaoyang.
"Xiaoyang, please come back to discuss this matter..."
As Liu Sanfeng spoke, she looked Zhao Xiaoyang up and down.
"You know your uncle, he's not very good at talking. But if you don't make things clear, misunderstandings will inevitably hurt everyone's harmony in the future."
"So, I have no choice but to be thick-skinned and speak plainly."
"Okay, Aunt Sanfeng, you go ahead."
Zhao Xiaoyang nodded with a calm expression.
"Well, don't blame me for being harsh. You were adopted by the old man, so you're not considered a villager anyway."
"When the old man left, he didn't leave a penny behind. In the end, he only left behind a little land. There's really no way to divide it up!"
"Sanfeng, you...how can you talk like that?"
"What do I say?"
Liu Sanfeng rolled her eyes at Zhao Yuanfang as she spoke.
"You...you shut up!"
"Okay, I'll shut up? Then you talk?"
"I……"
Zhao Yuanfang was suddenly choked and speechless.
Aunt Sanfeng rolled her eyes upon seeing this, then said to Zhao Xiaoyang, "Actually, this is a straightforward account. The old man only left behind an orchard, and it's been taken care of by your uncle and aunt over the years. You haven't made any contribution, right?"
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
"When has Xiaoyang not come back to help during the winter and summer holidays? He's only been working these past two years and hasn't had time. In previous years, he's been doing just as much work as I do, picking, delivering, and tending to the seedlings."
The kind-hearted Zhao Yuanfang couldn't help but grumble.
But when he heard this, Zhao Xiaoyang laughed instead.
He felt relieved.
I originally thought that Aunt Sanfeng was unwilling to give him the wasteland on the mountain, but it turned out that she was talking about the cherry orchard.
Then they are really overthinking it. They already have the system, so what else do they need a cherry tree?
So Zhao Xiaoyang immediately waved his hands and said, "Uncle, aunt, you misunderstood. I just want the wasteland on the South Mountain. As for the cherry orchard, I haven't even thought about it."
"This time I came back, I really wanted to try my hand at starting my own business. If I just ask you for the cherry orchard, would that still be considered self-employment?"
"So, uncle and aunt, even if you want to give it to me, I can't agree to it."
"Ah... Hey, kid, why didn't you say it earlier!"
When Aunt Sanfeng heard this, she grinned and then her eyes moved to the thirty thousand yuan on the table: "What about this money?"
"This is the fee I want to pay for subcontracting the wasteland in the back mountain from my uncle."
Zhao Yuanfang was dumbfounded: "Xiaoyang, do you really want that piece of wasteland?"
"I say, Lao Zhao, you can do it!"
"This land is lying waste anyway. If you don't want it, what will happen to the child?"
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