Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 410 Running away
However, after reading the newspaper, He Ping roughly guessed Hong Qi's intentions. As the saying goes, exporting broiler chickens to Xiangjiang is definitely a good business.

In the past six months or so, Pengfa's output value has reached nearly 3000 million. In the next year, Pengfa's output value is bound to have a big explosion. The annual output value of [-] million is not an exaggeration.

The current business category of Pengfa is relatively single. If it enters the broiler breeding industry, it will not be a problem to double the scale!
After reading the newspaper, He Ping made a special call to Hong Qi.

"Brother He Ping, I guessed that you must understand what I mean." Hong Qi said happily on the phone.

"Your newspapers have been delivered here. If I don't understand, am I a fool?"

After a few simple conversations on the phone, He Ping agreed to Hong Qi's request to expand Pengfa's breeding category. Including the second phase of the laying hen breeding base, Pengfa's task this year is even heavier.

"Work hard, don't stress, you did a good job last year." After encouraging Hong Qi, He Ping hung up the phone.

Pengfa's development is smooth, and Hong Qi has made a lot of contributions. He Ping deeply feels that he has not picked the wrong person.

Two days after Hong Qi's letter, the package of "People's Literature" arrived, and "The Red Sorghum Family" was published.

Mao Chunhua happily put the sample booklet in the study, looking at the bookcase that was still more than half empty, she sighed: "When will the bookcase be filled!"

He Ping put his arms around her and said with a smile, "Do you want to exhaust your husband and me to death?"

While the couple were talking sweetly at home, the old captain's voice sounded outside the courtyard gate.

"He Ping, are you at home? There's a visitor from the team." He Ping led the people in before he finished speaking.

He Ping came out to have a look, and he came to investigate again.

The old captain introduced: "This is the county leader from Shiqiaozi next to our Ping County. This time, he came here specially for our inspection in Hantun. I have heard of your name, and I want to see you."

A middle-aged fat man at the head enthusiastically held He Ping's hand, "Hi, Mr. He Ping, I didn't expect to see a real person today. I haven't left a copy of your works, and I have read all of them. It's really nice to see you today." My pleasure."

He Ping smirked, "Hello, hello, welcome to our Hantun."

With the ferment of newspaper reports in the province, more and more units and enterprises have come to Hantun for investigation and study.

The old captain was overwhelmed every day, so he specially selected a few people from the team to cooperate with him in the reception work. The old man had been simple for half his life, and suddenly he was praised by a large number of people as the center of the topic every day, which was quite uncomfortable.

Sometimes when receiving guests, I want to introduce him to He Ping as I talk. The name of a well-known writer must be more attractive than the old captain. Everyone is very happy to visit He Ping.

He Ping originally thought that he would give the old captain a trick, but he didn't expect that the old comrade didn't talk about martial arts, and he wanted to give him a back when he was dying.

In the past few days, this group of visitors who came to Hantun for inspection and study made no peace.

Anyway, Han Tun had nothing to do with him. He Ping thought that the house in the commune had been completed, and after another winter, it was completely ready to move in.

"Daughter-in-law, let's go live in the commune." After seeing off the guests, He Ping said to Mao Chunhua.

"Why do you suddenly think about going to the commune? Isn't it good for us to live here?"

"Isn't the commune close to your unit?"

"But Xiao Zhu'er can't go to school!"

He Ping forgot about this matter. A few years ago when he first bought a bicycle, he went to pick up Xiao Zhuer, but after a few days, he realized that there is no one who rides a bicycle to pick up children in this day and age.

From then on, Xiao Zhu'er followed the children in the team to and from school for an hour every day. Children are not so delicate these days. He Ping felt that this was also an exercise for the children, so he never picked up Xiao Zhu'er again.

If he wants to move to the commune, it will be troublesome for Xiao Zhuer to go to school. He Ping does not plan to let him change schools. The child has attended Dingtun Primary School for several years, and the teachers and classmates are very familiar with him.

In the past, some people in the team bought bicycles for children in elementary and junior high schools. He Ping thought that these people had money to burn their bags.

"If you can't, just buy a bicycle for Xiao Zhu'er."

"Can he ride?" Mao Chunhua asked.

"If you don't know how to ride, just fall twice." He Ping has now fully learned the traits of big-hearted parents in this era, so he is not worried at all.

"Ok."

Now that there are bicycles, the problem of children going to and from school is solved, so there is no obstacle to moving to the commune.

He Ping went to the county department store and asked Liu Aixia to buy a bicycle for 200 yuan.

Xiao Zhuer came home from school one day, He Ping waved to Xiao Zhuer, "Zhuer, come here."

"What's the matter, Dad?" Xiao Zhuer ran over.

He Ping compared his height with his hands, and estimated that it was about 1.4 meters.Xiao Zhu'er didn't go to school until she was nine years old, which is relatively late.In the past two years, his nutrition has been good, and his stature has grown a lot. He is no longer the little kid he was when he was first adopted.

"Try this car for a ride."

As soon as Xiao Zhuer saw the bicycle, his eyes lit up, his mouth was grinning to the bottom of his ears, and he rode on it without asking.

"It's quite a smooth ride." He Ping praised.

Xiao Zhuer triumphantly rode his bicycle around the yard, "It's not difficult, I can ride your bike."

He Ping just remembered that this kid messed around with his sophomore and eighth graders when he had nothing to do, and occasionally wrestled. Children of this age are really tough.

"Dad is going to take you to the commune to live for a while, and you will ride a bicycle to and from school in the future, how about it?" He Ping asked.

When Xiao Zhuer heard that there was a bicycle to ride, he threw the handlebars with both hands, "Great, there is a bicycle to ride!"

"You bastard, watch out, don't fall."

He Ping cursed, Xiao Zhu'er hurriedly put the bicycle on his back, got off the bicycle and looked at it carefully.

"Dad, this car will be mine from now on?"

"For your school use." He Ping emphasized.

"I will take good care of it, don't worry." Xiao Zhu'er ran to get a basin of water after speaking, and seemed to be planning to give his "car" a good wipe.

These days, having a bicycle for a child is the same as driving a car in later generations, not to mention the level of prestige.

That is to say, the conditions in Hantun are good now, and bicycles are not a rare thing for them. Looking at the vast countryside of Pingxian County, having a few bicycles in a production team is already remarkable.

After Xiaozhu'er's schooling problem has been solved, He Ping is ready to move.

It is said to be moving, but in fact there is nothing to move.He Ping didn't plan to live in the commune all the time, he just needed to bring some daily necessities, and he bought the rest at the commune.

Before leaving, He Ping greeted the old captain.

The old captain was in dire straits, He Ping wanted to run away, one can imagine the old man's mood.

He Ping doesn't care what the old man thinks, he will run away first, and come back after the wind blows.

(End of this chapter)