Build a farm from the mountains

Chapter 297

Professor Xu and the others are gone, but there are still many people in the family eating here, for example, Niu Si leads his wife and three children to eat here occasionally, as well as Da Zhang Lao and Mr. Er.

According to Xiaodoubao, these adults and children are all her long-term workers, and they are indeed theirs.

Her landlord has been upgraded again.

Mr. Er and the others finished their work during the day and went home after dinner at night. The little girl ate a bit too much tonight.

People are afraid that they will not be able to sleep well at night, so walking on the ground is not a normal walk, nor is it a smooth turn.

Throw your arms by your sides like a penguin, lift your legs and swing to the left, swing to the right and walk slowly.

She is not just strolling around, she hangs her head down and eavesdrops when she pricks up her ears.

Wu Hao lay on the kang like an old man and talked about the loan deduction of the greenhouse.

Gao Lijuan didn't say much after listening, and took out her notebook to settle the accounts. There was nothing to do in the shed, and she needed to pay the workers.

Also calculate how much you spent this winter.

Wu Weiguo was different. After hearing what his son had said, he walked down the ground with a cold face.

Xiaodoubao walked next to the window sill on the south side.

He was different from his daughter, he walked back and forth in front of the edge of the kang, the speed was quite fast, and he made a "hum" after walking two steps with his hands behind his back.

Wu Hao knew that his father wanted to find fault, and he was too busy with work now, otherwise the two of them would have to quarrel every day, so now give old Wu a chance.

You can't let him sway all the time, and asked: "If you have something to say, don't hold you back."

"Still suffocated? You can suffocate madness!" Wu Weiguo was waiting for his words, and he gave the little calf a look and said, "I can't even persuade him to take out a loan to cause famine just after making some money."

"Hmph!" Wu Hao snorted coldly, without looking at his father, he lowered his head and said in a sly way: "I've made money selling vegetables, I don't know who said, ah! Less deductions! Less deductions!"

"Now I'm chattering again, I'll let you talk about everything."

"How bold people are and how productive the land is, the first one to eat crabs will get the meat."

"If you're timid, if you work bit by bit, you'll lose money if you don't make much money. Selling vegetables is the time to make money. If you don't go big, it's a tiger comparison."

Of those bigwigs in the later generations, which ones did not start from crazy expansion and financing, and how many did it step by step?

Wu Weiguo can't say that he is a little boy, he also wants to make more money so that his family can live well, but now he is not feeling well, and he is about to suffer from internal injuries.

Grasping the last sentence, he pointed at him and said angrily, "Who are you calling Hubi?"

Wu Hao frowned, Old Wu was unreasonable, everything he said was wrong now, and his father wanted to do it.

"Crack!" Gao Lijuan slapped the table and said, "It's time to settle the score! Don't make any noise!"

Wu Weiguo's arrogance immediately halved, he didn't dare to speak loudly, pointed at the door and said, "Come on, let's go out and chat!"

Wu Hao sat up and stretched his waist, sarcastically said: "Old Wu, you are also my father, if you were someone else, I would have hung him on the wall as a photo!"

"Heh!" Wu Weiguo sneered, walked to the window sill and looked out of the window, and said with his hands behind his back, "It's better to hang on the wall, so as not to see you making trouble."

Wu Hao shook his head and retorted: "I was a grandson when I was young, and died before I became a grandfather. Your idea is wrong."

Wu Weiguo snorted coldly: "I'm counting on you, I don't know if I can see my grandson in this life!"

Xiaodoubao was still waiting to see his father chasing and fighting with his elder brother, but now that the two of them had stopped, she gave a sigh of relief.

An understatement: "It's boring."

Turn around and go to the house to watch TV.

Gao Lijuan took the notebook and said: "If you hire three to five hundred bricklayers, you will have to add a thousand to hundreds of small workers."

"The family only has 20 savings left, which is not enough for five months' expenses."

Wu Weiguo turned around and reminded: "People who come from afar have to pay for food and lodging. One day's food is not counted, and rice alone costs a thousand catties."

"Why don't you use capital? You have to bend over to pick up money." Wu Hao went down to the window sill to look at the four pots of Clivia.

Touching the leaves, he said, "I went to Harbin and heard that in January this year, a man surnamed Yao bought a pot of Clivia from Chuncheng for 14 yuan."

"The best pot in our family is not much worse than that pot, and the remaining three pots can also sell for one hundred and eighty thousand."

"What?" Gao Lijuan was stunned for a moment before she said in surprise: "A piece of wider grass sells for more than 3000 yuan? But Professor Xu said it can sell for more than [-] yuan, why is there such a difference?"

She never dreamed that the flowers that have been carefully cultivated for two years can build hundreds of large tile-roofed houses, and it is incredible for her to sell them for three thousand.

"Can it really sell so much?" Wu Weiguo also showed surprise. The four grasses sold for 40 yuan, so he couldn't help but be surprised.

If it weren't for the family earning more than 20 yuan before, he might have taken the little calf to see the madness.

Wu Hao nodded: "The prices have gone up like crazy these past few months, so it should be fine."

He has seen photos of Clivia that sell for more than [-] yuan, and he still remembers the species. These four pots were specially selected.

Now the growth is good, and the price will definitely not be low.

Wu Weiguo walked to the edge of the kang and sat down, and said with regret on his face, "I knew Clivia was so valuable, I grew chicken feathers back then!"

Wu Hao curled his lips: "You have no brains when you say that."

"Why?" Wu Weiguo was not angry. After all, it was related to too much money, so he had to ask clearly.

Wu Hao explained: "In the winter of [-], our family had no money to deduct the greenhouse, and we couldn't deduct the money we earned in winter."

"Even if the Clivia was planted in May of [-], it will only be one-year seedlings in May of this year, and it can be sold for three yuan a plant at most."

"Even if two thousand plants are planted in a greenhouse on one mu of land, you can only earn [-] if you sell it for five yuan, and you can sell [-] catties of vegetables for [-]."

"Idiots only grow Clivia."

"You're so stupid!" Wu Weiguo retorted, "Can't you buy seedlings for more than two years? Can't you sell them in May this year?"

Wu Hao showed distress. He didn't want to explain to someone who didn't have any brains or brains, but Old Wu didn't understand.

Now the news is slow to spread, Chuncheng Clivia is on fire, and there is no letter from his family.

Clivia was raised by Pu Yi in the imperial palace of Manchukuo. He was also an emperor after all, and many people followed him to raise Clivia.

Later, there was a war, and after the peace, seven or eight years, the era of material and spiritual deprivation.

Some veteran cadres or those who have made money raise Clivia, and some people follow suit.

One place has one custom. People in Chuncheng like Clivia, and more people gradually raise it.

From 1980 to [-], don't underestimate this era. There were many rich people, especially those who retired in the city.

Mou Qiqi made [-] million and went in at that time, and there are quite a few people who made millions, but these people have not been reborn.

Earning hundreds of thousands, tens of thousands of people are even more.

It takes about four years for Clivia to bloom. As more people grow it, the price will increase if there are not so many mature ones.

In 30, the salary was more than 300 yuan, and the Clivia seedlings rose to [-] to [-] yuan, and the better ones could be sold for [-] yuan.

The business atmosphere is quite fierce, who dares to say that these people have no money?

Spring City limits the price of a potted flower to no more than 200 yuan, and there is no monitoring in private, so the price still goes up secretly.

Calculated by percentage, the price of Clivia has exceeded [-]%, and people can ignore the law.

Some people started to grow clivia and sell it, and the seedlings were sold for only [-] cents. At that time, it was too expensive and no one would buy it, so it was better to plant it yourself.

But some people buy it just to save trouble, and the supply is basically in short supply.

When Wu Hao said this, he looked at Old Wu and asked, "You can't even buy small seedlings. Where can I get you two thousand three-year-old seedlings?"

Wu Weiguo said unwillingly: "A few hundred plants are also fine!"

"Heh!" Wu Hao sneered: "Accidents will happen to dozens of plants!"

Clivia itself is a small flower, and its price is 1000 yuan. In [-], it almost rose to [-] yuan, a thousand-fold increase.

This is not a big deal. In October [-], Spring City was designated as a city flower, encouraging every family to raise three or five pots to develop the economy.

As a result, the supply is even more in short supply. He can't buy half seedlings and buys two thousand plants from the store. How can he explain the source?

Since it was designated as a city flower, Clivia has gone crazy like speculating on shoes and speculating on Bitcoin.

A pot of several hundred dollars is the normal price, and a pot of thousands of dollars is not uncommon, and transactions of tens of thousands of pots happen every two days.

A four-year-old Clivia is worth several thousand if its appearance is a little better.

Selling 14 or 30 pots will be discussed [-] years later.

He has 200 plants, even if each plant sells for [-], which doesn't sound like much, the total price is [-] million!

This is bound to go down in history!

There may also be [-] generations of ancestors investigated. Where did you get these semi-finished seedlings?People who engage in wholesales only keep a few good ones and haven't matured them yet.

Why do you have these?

How many people will be noticed in this era of lack of food and clothing?
It was very cold in early May in Northeast China, and he needed to drive to Chuncheng. The rear compartment was not a container, and the temperature was low at night.

Half of the [-] seedlings froze to death, and they couldn't be seen when they were sold. They died after a few days after they bought them back.

Where did these people get the money, borrowed, loaned, embezzled, public funds, went bankrupt to buy potted flowers and died, these people came here.

If you don't hang yourself, you have to pick up your ancestors' graves.

Even if the transportation is kept warm, someone will throw down a carload of pork, and go to Spring City for [-] to [-] miles.

A piece of pork cost tens of thousands, and a pot of flowers cost thousands. Several people dared not sleep at night. If these flowers were found, they would not be able to take them to Spring City.

Even if it is brought to Chuncheng, a plant can be sold for 5000 yuan, that's how crazy it is.

But here comes the problem, five thousand for a pot of flowers, this is a ten-year salary, which is equivalent to hundreds of thousands in future generations.

There is a car in front of me, and it costs hundreds of thousands for a pot. There is no monitoring, so it is no problem for this car to attract hundreds of people.

I took it away and let it go to someone else's house. They also have flowers. Can I still engrave my name on the flowers?I can't even find it.

Holding a gun in a plain city looks like nonsense, and there are a lot of semi-finished Clivia growing near there.

The result is hard to say.

What are the people in Chuncheng? There are records, there have been [-] or [-] thefts and robberies, and there are still no records.

Stealing a pot of flowers is enough to last for several years or even ten years.

There are also appalling ones, if you can't borrow money, then "kill".

Even if he raises ten pots, each of which is worth tens of thousands of yuan, is he using money to test his brother's humanity?

A pot of flowers is worth a hundred years of wages, take it and run away at night, and return to Ji Mao's house!
Wu Weiguo frowned when he understood what was going on, and said, "I'll go to Spring City with you."

He was afraid that his nephews might not be sure.

Wu Hao said in relief: "We still have to go to more people, because when we sell flowers there, it's not easy to handle alone."

"You don't need to tell them the price. Wu Meng and Wu Gang can trust them. Others know that they can make money by following me. They have wives and children at home, so they won't do stupid things easily."

"The other thing is that the road is too far and you need to change your car, and you are afraid of danger. Don't lose our lives because of 40 yuan."

There are many accidents when going out these days.

Wu Weiguo nodded, it would be impossible not to take more people with him, and it is even more unsafe for the two of you to take the train.

Gao Lijuan was a little worried, and didn't know what to do, so she muttered: "Why do you feel that this flower is a little hot, and I have to hide it tomorrow."

"Just four pots are easy to sell." Wu Hao dissuaded: "People in the village don't know the price, so just put it on the window sill, and it will make people think more about hiding it."

He comforted his parents a few words before returning to bed and lying down.

A potted flower can use the capital city as a "local product" to ask for help.

You can change the refrigerator color TV washing machine.

Even if there is no ticket, if you take out a seedling, you will have a ticket.

Raising twenty or thirty pots of Clivia of average quality is a million-dollar household, crazy for seven months, wait after May.

There are people who earn hundreds of thousands and millions, and the rest are heavily in debt.

Wu Hao took off his clothes and went to sleep, he had nothing to do about it, not to mention his poet Beihe, even Tianhe was useless.

The well-known newspapers in province j will talk about this in June, but in vain, the big newspapers in the capital will name this matter.

Several companies worked hard together before it stopped, and then they fried Clivia several times.

He is incomparable with the energy of these big newspapers.

The windows of the new house are covered with plastic sheeting, and he could hear the sound of wind blowing just as he was about to fall asleep.

In the morning, Xiaodoubao hadn't woken up yet, and it was still dark.

"Wang Wang Wang!"

"Get lost!" After the dog barked, Yu Laoqi knocked on the door and shouted: "Wu Hao get up quickly, a wild boar has entered the shed."

There was a lot of wind outside, except for the Xiaotian dog, the other dogs couldn't hear the sound around them, and Yu Lao Qi didn't knock on the door for fear of scaring away the wild boar.

He jumped into the wall and landed loudly, the dog ran out of the den after hearing it, and saw the figure go up and bark.

If it was another dog, it might bite if it couldn't smell the smell but couldn't see the face. Xiao Zong just rushed over, and Yu Lao Qi yelled.

The nine dogs were all sitting on the ground when they heard the voice, and they knew the voice of an acquaintance.

Wu Hao put on cotton trousers and jacket, opened the door with a gun and asked, "How many? Are you running?"

Yu Laoqi shook his head and said, "I don't know how many there are. I heard the sound of an arch. As soon as I turned on the light, the wild boars ran away."

"When I came to your house, I could see black shadows and faint choking noises near the shed in the north."

Wu Weiguo walked to the door with a flashlight in his left hand and a pistol in his right and cursed: "If this is Huo Huo, I have an acre of vegetables, I will have to pay for it."

Wu Hao led the dog and followed the two to the gate to open the door, and another person trotted over in front of him. Wu Weiguo took a photo with a flashlight, and it was the old man of the third sister-in-law.

More than one person looked at the shed, and he also heard the voice report, Wu Hao asked him to ask his brothers to come over with guns.

Let the dog lead the way, it was dark and windy, Da Brown was confused and didn't know where to look.

Yu Laoqi pointed to the fifth greenhouse in the north and said: "There are at least two ends there, the one that gets closer first."

This road is less than 20 meters away from that side. When he came over just now, he could vaguely see a dark shadow through the light of the snow. Now there is no movement, maybe a wild boar has entered.

There are only a few crooked melons and jujubes left in this greenhouse, and there are plastic sheets inside. Now I can't use iron doors, and iron doors are not as warm as wooden doors. Wild boars are very destructive.

(End of this chapter)