In other words, to rise up, you still have to rely on yourself.
The pot of wine that Wang Tianxiao prepared for his father-in-law should last for about half a year. If it works well, he can send him more wine then.
As he was leaving, Liu Yuan was sitting on a small stool by the door, whittling wood. Seeing him, he asked, "Going out?"
"Go out and find some people. The planting is too slow. If we don't find some people to help us, we might not be able to catch up with next year's planting season."
"I told you long ago, with your method of distributing it, even a large number of people would find it very difficult," Liu Yuan said dismissively, a pipe dangling from his mouth.
"Huh?" Wang Tianxiao didn't understand what he meant.
Liu Yuan seemed reluctant to speak, but unable to resist Wang Tianxiao's earnest gaze, he had no choice but to say, "To do a good job, you need good skills, that is, good tools. Judging from your appearance, you've never done this kind of work before, have you?"
Wang Tianxiao smiled obsequiously, "That's right, Uncle Liu. I've been working in the mountains all my life and I really have no experience with this kind of sowing work. It seems you have a lot of experience. Please give me some guidance."
"What guidance am I supposed to provide? I'm not a farmer."
Wang Tianxiao was already on the motorcycle, but upon hearing this, he got off, propped the motorcycle up, ran to Liu Yuan's side, squatted down, and asked with a smile:
"Uncle Liu, please tell us. You can't bear to see us younger generation doing useless work every day, can you? If you have any special skills, please don't keep them to yourself, just tell us directly."
"I already said, I'm not a farmer." Liu Yuan's hands didn't stop working as he watched a piece of wood being slowly shaved into a cloud-shaped piece with his small machete. "I was just saying it casually."
“A month’s supply of Qingcheng Baijiu,” Wang Tianxiao said.
"Oh, you should have said so earlier," Liu Yuan's face immediately broke into a smile. "As for sowing, our ancestors had all sorts of methods long ago, but when you sow the seeds of this kind of herb, neither the hoes nor the plows work. So what do you suggest we do?"
"What should we do?" Wang Tianxiao could probably guess what was going on, but he pretended not to know, satisfying Liu Yuan's vanity.
Few elderly people refrain from taking advantage of their age; even Wang Tianxiao himself often has the urge to reason with others.
He was trying his best to restrain himself, but he would still occasionally blurt out a few words of reason.
Older people often subconsciously believe that the principles they have learned and which have yielded positive results are correct. In reality, they rarely consider the uniqueness of their success or whether the path that suits them may be suitable for others.
They don't understand survivor bias.
Sure enough, when he followed up on Liu Yuan's question, Liu Yuan immediately launched into a long and detailed explanation.
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