Build a farm from the mountains

Chapter 38
"Forget it." Seeing his mother's reluctance, Wu Hao couldn't bear it: "Selling guns and skins is almost enough, you can keep the money."

He blushed a little when he was reborn, even though his parents asked for money. Even if he was doing business, he should work hard on his own. At worst, he would buy less sand and cement first.

There is a shortage of steel in the whole country, so we can only build brick sheds, and in 20 years most areas will still be brick sheds.

"Enough is enough." Gao Lijuan looked happy now, and hastily locked the box, and asked, "You don't need your dad to go with you if you sell so much money."

"No, I'm looking for Yu Laoqi." Wu Hao got off his shoes, went to the cabinet, took out a military coat to put on, and took a cloth bag to pack the gun parts into his arms.

Put on a dog fur hat, pick up the otter from the firewood pile last night, take off the otter skin from the wall and go to the yard.

Old Wu, who was chopping firewood, asked, "Dad, what do you buy?"

"Get out of here!" Wu Weiguo picked up a piece of wood and threw it over. There is no lack of anything in the house. The bastard deliberately irritated people.

"Don't buy it and pull it down." Wu Hao jumped to the left to avoid the flying wood, turned and went out.

The gun parts were all in the overcoat, and he had to hold the otter under his left arm and hold his left hand on his chest, so that no one could see it, and there was no need to worry.

It was so cold in the morning that no one came out. Walking in the village, apart from a few dogs barking, there was not even a cat.

Strolling to the south of the village, turning in front of a house, he shouted across the wall, "Is Master Yu going to the city?"

Yu Laoqi was setting up the car, when he turned his head and saw the person coming, he said, "Let's go now, let you come into the house to keep warm."

"No more, I'll wait for you here." Wu Hao left early on purpose to sit on the plow pulled by the old seven oxen.

Except for the few days when it snowed, the old man went to the city almost once every two days, looking for some work and helping his brother to buy goods, and he bought the cattle of the big group when the production was divided into households.

There are still many sons and grandchildren, so I can’t do it if I don’t work. Rural people live and work until they are old, and it’s good if they don’t get sick.

"Okay! Wait a minute." Yu Laoqi turned around and went into the house wearing a military overcoat and carrying a gun. After driving the cattle out of the village, he asked, "Did your mother let you hunt?"

"Yeah." Wu Hao patted the otter and sighed secretly. Everyone in the village knew that his mother wouldn't let him go up the mountain.

Yu Laoqi said: "You should be more careful, it's too dangerous to go hunting in the mountains, if you can't come back, you won't come back, if something happens, your mother will go crazy."

"You always know my marksmanship. It's not a big problem if you have a dog to be careful." Wu Hao was moved in his heart, the old man has always been nice to him.

"That's good." Yu Laoqi nodded.

In order to repay the favor he owed, Wu Hao said with a smile: "In two days, I will go up the mountain to hunt and you will always have to pull me back."

When Yu Laoqi heard about the prey, he readily agreed: "Okay."

Wu Hao directly made a wish: "One thigh at a time."

Yu Laoqi said cheerfully: "Okay! I won't be polite to you anymore."

He earns one thigh at a time, which is meat.

However, it is dangerous to pull prey, and Wu Weiguo can't run away alone!

The mountain road is a straight line. After twenty miles, there is only a layer of snow on the road ahead, and the forest farm in the east will be cleared with bulldozers.

The surrounding villages and their Yujiatun are a commune, half of which work in forest farms, which are richer than those in the north, and few people go hunting.

Thirty miles to the south, out of the woods is a road. On the south side of the road, a big river runs through the east and west. Wu Hao looked at the old timber factory site on the left after the bullock cart crossed the bridge.

The mud courtyard walls of the adobe houses have been stripped away, leaving only two brick warehouses, which are still well preserved, and the iron gates are very tight.

This place is remote, and there are only people two miles to the south, and the warehouse gate faces north, and there is a small forest blocking it, which is suitable for him to store things in the future.

"Master Yu, come back tonight and help me pull something."

"This is chattering, what do you mean by helping?" Yu Lao Qi was very displeased, and it was only a matter of one sentence based on the relationship between the father and the father.

"I'll wait for you in the next warehouse at night."

Wu Hao planned to rent a warehouse on the road, and would often buy things from farm shops in the future. He conjured it out of thin air, and if he didn't cover it up, someone would find out.

Yu Laoqi set a good time: "It's dark and I'm here to find you."

"That's okay, I'm here, walking around, my legs are numb." Wu Hao jumped off the plow and carried the otter on his shoulders, letting the old man go first.

Although Xinxiang is small, it has all kinds of internal organs. There are hospitals and schools, and there are many small factories.

The road is still being repaired, and the railway is crowded with people. The largest is the Forestry Bureau. To the southeast is the township, and to the west is the new site of the timber factory.

Wu Hao turned to the village from the small road in front of the timber factory. There was no rush to rent a warehouse, and no one could snatch a good rent in that remote place.

It is inconvenient to carry the otter on my back, so I sold the gun in the coat first.

Entering the village, Wu Hao looked around. After decades, the high-rise buildings turned into old brick and adobe houses.

On the muddy road, pedestrians wearing big blue padded jackets occasionally ran past a four-wheeled vehicle.

Wu Hao stopped at the entrance of the G Camp Hotel, his eyes full of memories. He passed by here when he was about to go home after his high school graduation exam.

At that time, I felt a little embarrassed when I touched the one and twenty-five cents in my pocket, as if it was enough to eat a meal in a hurry, so I held back and didn't go in.

Afterwards, he didn’t dare to go into restaurants that were better decorated, and the number of times he went to a restaurant in his life was limited, and he was always treated by others.

That's right, it's just piggybacking. Who would invite him to dinner?Relatives just called him for a treat, and he only went once if he couldn't shirk it.

In the past, I was too poor to spend any money.

It's different now!Even if he had no money in his pocket and no meal, Wu Hao still walked in.

Just eat this meal for my former self!Put your butt on the chair, put the otter and cloth bag aside, and look around.

The restaurant is not small, with more than a dozen large tables and private rooms. The decoration is not there. The upper half of the wall is painted with white paint, and the lower half is painted with green paint.

There are many workers in the village, and there are many people who make money and go to restaurants every day, and now he is the only one.

The boss was settling accounts behind the counter, when he saw someone coming, he was taken aback, turned around and walked into the kitchen.

Wu Hao...

I'm a little confused, what do you mean?Not picking up customers?
It wasn't until the boss came out with a basin of hot water and put it on the stool beside him that he realized that he had misunderstood. He looked down at the soil on his coat and blood on his hands, and quickly got up and walked over.

"Is this going into the mountain?" The boss waited for him to wash his hands and handed him a towel.

"Yeah." Wu Hao took the towel, wiped his hands and looked at the boss.

Slightly chubby, not tall, with small eyes, average in length, and able to bring a basin of water by himself, he is not bad.

People from the Northeast will help anyone who encounters a little difficulty.

When his father met anyone who came to beg for food, he would keep them for a meal, and he would bring some food before leaving.

But what about good people who say good things are rewarded?

"Thank you." Wu Hao returned the towel and sighed secretly: "Maybe his rebirth is a reward."

In this life, you must let your parents live a good life. Apart from dealing with those who have hatred, you will still be a good person.

"You're welcome." The boss pointed to the wall, "Order first."

Wu Hao followed the direction and saw a small blackboard. The thick chalk writing on the top made him laugh, drink less and pay for broken things.

　The city is too much volume, I almost followed up and pushed it up, asking for support.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)