"Dad, are there enough blankets at home?" Li Fang didn't dare get out of bed, afraid that her cold would get worse.
"Everything's fine at home! Damn it, the temperature just suddenly dropped," Li Guixi grumbled.
Wang Peng glanced at his watch; it was 11:30 p.m., and his nose stung with tears.
"Dapeng, hurry up and unload the coal stove and coal briquettes from the truck, it's too cold in this room." Li Guixi turned and went out.
The father and son started a fire outside the door, and after struggling for more than half an hour, they finally got the coal fire going.
There was an old, worn-out sheet metal exhaust pipe on the wall, which was perfect for venting the gas.
Perhaps it was psychological, but Wang Peng felt that the room was much warmer.
"I'm going back now. I'll bring a few more coal briquettes over tomorrow." Li Guixi put on his worn-out military overcoat.
"Uncle, drive carefully." Wang Peng tried his best to control his emotions.
I won't say anything more, I'll just keep it in my heart.
Li Guixi nodded and drove the oxcart away.
The temperature in the room rose, and Li Fang fell asleep after drinking the sugar water.
Wang Peng lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep, pondering what business he could start to make money as quickly as possible.
...
Wangcun.
Wang Songjia.
Li Guifen was awakened by the cold and started cursing.
"What the hell is wrong with God?"
"Honey, let's go ask Wang Peng for money tomorrow and buy a coal stove first."
"This awful weather! It's colder than last year. We definitely can't do without a coal stove."
Wang Song turned over, his back to her.
"You can run away, but you can't hide. What's the rush?"
"Let's finish planting our wheat first, then we'll go talk to him about it."
"He's just stubborn as a mule. You can't get the money in one or two tries. We can't delay planting wheat."
Wang Song said.
Li Guifen nodded immediately, saying that the wheat in the field would be planted in three days at most.
“You’re right, once the wheat is planted, everything will be fine. Let’s give him a good thrashing.”
"Honey, how much do you think we should ask for?"
“He spent 10,000 yuan to buy the yard, so we should at least make him give us 8,000 yuan, or we’ll never let him off the hook.”
In the end, all that remained in Li Guifen's eyes was greed.
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