The second child's daughter-in-law's surname is He. People in the village call her "Magnolia", and she wears a wrinkled "Qingliang" shirt. I guess this dress is a bit old, the color is yellow, and the size is obviously small. A pair of gray trousers and old Jiefang shoes are very simple.
The young woman's face was round, her hair was a bit messy, she ran a random circle and tied it behind her head. She looks ordinary at first glance, but her eyebrows, nose, mouth and nose are very coordinated, and she has a good-looking appearance.
The young woman was very nervous at first, but Zhou Qingfeng asked her if she would be farming, and she nodded hurriedly in response. So the man asked her again, "What is more profitable to grow now?"
Ah... Why do you suddenly ask this
Zhou Qingfeng staggered and pointed to his own piece of dragon dung field. The chaotic planting made the young woman couldn't help but laugh—the land was so poorly planted, several kinds of crops were all mixed together, but the seedlings that were planted indiscriminately did grow well.
"Don't laugh, I'm serious. Just want to know what to grow now to make money?" Zhou Qingfeng asked sternly.
After laughing, the young woman was not so ashamed. She glanced at the vegetable plot, and whispered: "If you can grow it, peanuts are the best. Now the oil is expensive, so you can't sell it. Peanuts don't pick the land. The sandy land by the river beach is the best."
"Where will peanuts be collected?"
"There is an oil press in the village, as long as it is transported there, they will harvest it. It's a dime and a catty. If an acre of land is well planted, it will not be difficult to harvest four or five catties.
Doesn't sound bad.
The two talked for a long time about the details of peanut planting. Zhou Qingfeng asked about production to sales almost all the time, and he quickly realized that he had to rely on normal methods to earn five thousand yuan from farming, just like a fantasy. Even the use of black technology is still a lot of difficulties.
After chatting for an hour, the young woman suddenly asked in surprise: "How do I feel that the eggplant you planted is bigger than just now?"
"You are dazzled." Zhou Qingfeng knew that the plants he planted grew very fast, and quickly took the young woman by the arm to drag her away. "Tell me about renting a house. I can't live in this house. I asked the village chief and he said that you should have a house for rent."
"Yes, there are still several rooms vacant in my house." When it comes to renting a house, the young woman shrunk her neck and said timidly: "If you want to rent, you can pay ten yuan a month. If you want to include food , An additional fifteen yuan is enough."
"Fifteen yuan for a meal? What is enough for this?"
"Of course it's a month." The young woman waved her hand quickly for fear of Zhou Qingfeng's misunderstanding, deliberately emphasizing.
Fifteen yuan a month? What can you eat for fifty cents a day? Boiled radish in white water is not enough.
Zhou Qingfeng took five sheets of "Great Unity" from his pocket and stuffed them. The young woman seemed to be scalded, she grabbed the money but refused to accept it, and returned to the fortress. He sternly said: "I want to eat chicken, duck and fish. This is for food, so I can't give it again."
Eat chicken, duck and fish every meal, is this to be the emperor, right
Now a person in the city can live a living allowance of 30 or 40 per month, which is very good. In this country, if he spends 50 a month, it is really not changed for a god.
The young woman was startled. She also heard that the kid made a lot of money this week, but she really couldn't think of what day it would be to eat and drink like this? She was trying to persuade to save some time, but Zhou Qingfeng waved her hand and said, "Don't worry about how I spend my money, just do as I ask."
Holding the money in her hand, the young woman felt the splendor of spending money for the first time. This is a great psychological shock for people who have to plan carefully for every penny. No matter what she thought of Zhou Qingfeng before, now this young boy is radiating golden light.
"Do you really want to spend so much?" The young woman was still a little uncertain, and wanted Zhou Qingfeng to give an affirmative answer.
Zhou Qingfeng didn't bother to talk about this issue at all. Instead, he approached the woman a bit, lowered his voice and asked: "Sister-in-law, if I have a batch of peanuts I want to sell, but I don't want people to know that I sell it, you Is there any way?"
The man leaned too close, and the breath came to the woman's ears. She hears a lot of rumors and talks, and most hates the men in the village. She didn't dare to hide, and stared at the vamp with a low head, and said like a gnat: "It's better to sell it secretly at night."
Zhou Qingfeng nodded and shook his head again, "I can't secretly sell it at night alone. I don't know who to sell it to. I don't know which direction the door of the oil press in the village faces."
The woman’s heart, she thumped and thumped when she heard this sentence, "If you really want to sell, just find someone to help you."
Zhou Qingfeng asked again: "Are there any reliable people?"
The woman's heart really jumped to her throat now, her cheeks turned red, and she was thinking: "What does this kid mean? Why can't he ask me at night? How should I say it? Or I think too much. , He might just ask."
The woman did not answer, and Zhou Qingfeng did not continue to ask. He also felt that there was no mention of the horoscope, and there was no need to talk about it in such detail. Besides, he and this woman were not familiar with each other for the first time, and it was impossible to talk too deeply.
"Okay, I'll live in your house first. Old Uncle Jiang bought me some grains, oils, rice noodles in the morning, and found a cart to take to your house. As for the bedding, oh..., my bedding is really bad. It's enough, so let's move in first."
Zhou Qingfeng has nothing to carry. He has a pallet at his own house, and he can load some daily necessities and carry it away. The heaviest is a sack of fifty kilograms of grain. Commodity food in the city's household registration is only two cents a catty. He spent a high price for this, but he didn't have much money.
After talking with the young woman, Zhou Qingfeng wanted to try planting peanuts to complete the task. First, observe how long it takes for the peanuts to germinate to harvest in the dragon manure field, and then estimate the yield per mu.
If the yield is high enough, Zhou Qingfeng will plant a few acres of peanuts in his river beach destroyed by mountain torrents-where he lives, no one comes at all. Even if someone comes, he will find a way to drive away.
As for the labor force that grows peanuts, naturally there are 27 skeleton farmers. They will come out at night and return during the day-in this ravine, no one will go out as soon as it gets dark, so don't worry about exposure.
As long as there is enough output, Zhou Qingfeng feels that he will definitely be able to complete the task within three months. As for how to sell the product, he felt that there must be a way by then.
Leaving his dilapidated and dilapidated house full of confidence, Zhou Qingfeng pushed a truck full of goods to Magnolia's house. At the beginning of the journey, the two of them joked and laughed, but when they arrived at the intersection of the main village in front of them, a few idlers stood on the side of the road and laughed.
The young woman was thin-skinned and immediately hurried past with her head down, thinking about going home quickly. She also knew that she shouldn't bring a strange man to live in her home, which would inevitably lead to gossip. But life has to pass.
What gossip and ridicule have been used in recent years. It's nothing more than waiting for a few more years to get old and degenerate, and naturally no one will talk about it anymore. The idle man in the village talked about the young girl-in-law.
Just walked out more than ten meters quickly, but there was a wave of scolding and quarrel behind him. Someone yelled: "Smelly boy, why are you hitting someone? What's wrong with you? Regarding seniority, I am your grandfather."
As soon as the young woman turned her head, she saw Zhou Qingfeng grabbing the collar of the idle man, punching him with blood all over the face. The few people around were still trying to persuade, but the young man who was less than twenty attacked extremely viciously, swearing with a punch...
"I like to tell people right and wrong behind my back, right? Today I want to let you know who is the real grandfather!"