His eyes became unfocused, as if he had traveled through time and returned to the days of working in his previous life.
"Honey? What's wrong?"
Wang Xiulan noticed her husband's unusual behavior and waved her hand in front of his eyes.
Su Jianguo suddenly came to his senses, his eyes flashing with an unusual light.
He remembered that in his previous life, when he worked on a construction site, the foreman, Old Zhou, often boasted about how he made his fortune from vegetable greenhouses.
Back then, Lao Zhou liked to talk when he was drunk.
"Brother, don't let my current construction business fool you. What really made me rich were those few acres of plastic greenhouses! In winter, a single cucumber can sell for ten yuan!"
Memories flooded back like a tide.
Su Jianguo clearly remembers every detail that Lao Zhou recounted.
How to build a simple greenhouse using bamboo poles and plastic sheeting, how to grow lush green vegetables in the dead of winter, and how to increase prices several times over around the Spring Festival...
"Dad? You don't look well."
Su Mingfu looked at his father with concern.
Su Jianguo took a deep breath, suppressing his excitement.
He finished the rice in his bowl in a few bites and put down his chopsticks.
"I'm finished eating, you guys take your time."
After saying that, Su Jianguo went straight back to his room.
He pulled a notebook from the drawer, opened it to a blank page, and began to quickly jot down the key information that came to mind.
"1. Site selection: sheltered from the wind, sunny, with loose soil..."
2. Structure: Bamboo and wood frame, double-layer plastic film...
3. Crops: Cucumbers, tomatoes, and chives are highly cold-resistant...
...
The pen scratched across the paper, and Su Jianguo's thoughts became clearer and clearer.
The policy now allows private individuals to run small businesses, and vegetable greenhouses are practically money-printing machines in the northern winter!
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