those years of rebirth

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Even though Wang Hengxiao was a human being in two lifetimes, he was still very sensitive to this topic, so he was very embarrassed and blushed.

"Mom, my daughter-in-law is a child..."

The two-year-old sister is the most curious at this time, wanting to ask why everything.

Wang Hengxiao said, "Daughter-in-law eats."

Both parents and uncle laughed.

The family chatted cheerfully for a while, and then the uncle went back and asked Wang Hengxiao and his family to have dinner at their house at noon.

"Baby, you tell mom that the price of cotton is going to increase. Who said it?"

My mother has always cared about Wang Hengxiao's words. This was the case in her previous life. Although there were objections, as long as it was something Wang Hengxiao decided, her mother would not object and would only use family resources to support it.

Moreover, my mother kept saying that you are the only son in the family, and you will be responsible for the family in the future, and you must be responsible.Compared with the honest and responsible father, the mother has a lot of opinions and ideas.

In the past few years in Xinjiang, I have been working in a brick factory, and my mother has been thinking about changes. It is better to have her own way than to work for others, and she is still a coolie.

"The blind man in my hometown said that when the child recovers from illness, luck will come, and what he said will definitely work."

Mother believed this very much.

Dad rolled up a run-in cigarette, smoked it, and said in a low voice, "Isn't it a good thing to work in a brick factory? What if I lose money by farming the land?"

These days, farming in the Northwest is losing money. Except for those in the Corps who farm according to their tasks, other farmers grow some wheat, because even if the wheat cannot be sold, they can eat it by themselves. Keep your mouth shut.

Wang Hengxiao hugged his sister and sat on the bench, grabbed her two fleshy hands, and said, "Dad, Daddy already said that this brick factory has been losing money this year, so it won't last long. .We can't stay here all the time...it's better to make our own way earlier..."

If it was a few days ago, if little Wang Hengxiao wanted to express his views on the development of the whole family, his father would definitely stare at him a few times, and then ignore his words.

Wang Daguo paid more attention to it.

A clap!

Said: "Yes, next year we will plant the land and grow cotton, and we will still work in the brick factory. We will wait until next year."

Wang Daguo decided.

In fact, the confidence in his heart is still Wang Hengxiao's 1 yuan, thinking that it came for nothing anyway, so he used it to farm.

In this era, the investment in farming is very small, especially cotton, which is a loss-making cash crop, basically no one grows it, and the investment per mu of land is about 200 yuan.

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At noon, when I went to my uncle's house for dinner, Wang Hengxiao's father, Wang Daguo, talked about it with his uncle.

"To grow cotton, to be honest, in the past few years in Hehui Township, there are not many families growing cotton. This is a loss... Fertilizer, seeds, film, and water costs. After a year, at least two acres of land are invested. three hundred."

The uncle hesitated and said: "However, land parcels are very cheap, only twenty or so yuan per mu."

Whether it is the uncle's family or Wang Hengxiao's family, they have no land. If they want to cultivate land, they have to buy it, or lease it from other people's family, that is, rent it.

"The fortune teller in my hometown said that my baby's illness will be cured, and his life will be smooth. What he said must be true. If the price of cotton really increases next year...not to mention a lot, it will increase by two yuan. To earn tens of thousands of dollars..."

Dad has already settled an account in his heart.

Working in a brick factory, my father's monthly salary is 400 yuan.Uncle is slightly higher, 600 yuan.The annual salary is only five or six thousand yuan, except for food, clothing and housing. By the end of the year, it would be good to have two or three thousand yuan in cash on hand.Therefore, Wang Hengxiao's illness in the past two years has really almost emptied the foundation of the family.

There is a real reason for Dad to hesitate to make this investment. If he loses money, the whole family may be in trouble.

Therefore, I thought about pulling my uncle together, and it was easy to say that if I won, the two families would share the profits equally according to how much they invested.If you lose, you won't be hurt.

But the uncle is really not optimistic about growing cotton, and said: "Suiwaer's family, just listen to Hazi. You can also see that the Uighurs above planted the cotton last year. They were sown, and then they were not confiscated. If the price of cotton cannot rise, no matter how much you invest, you will lose money, so you just don’t want it.”

"I know you want to make some money, but it also depends on the way of doing things. First, work honestly in the brick factory for a few years. The efficiency of the factory is not good, but it can be done if it lasts for a few years. By then, you will have some money in your hands. , it will be more convenient to make a sack..."

Uncle's words are actually reasonable.

Wang Hengxiao hugged his sister by the side and didn't speak. He had developed a good habit when he was a child in his previous life. No matter what the adults said, he didn't interrupt. Even if it was about himself, he let them talk.

However, Wang Hengxiao can follow his own ideas when implementing the decided matter.

That is to say, when there are many people, you can give your parents face, but you can't reverse the idea of ​​​​your own decision.

After lunch at the uncle's house, my father and the uncle kept talking about planting cotton next year, but the uncle still didn't agree to go to contract the land to plant together.

Too much risk.

According to the market conditions of the past ten years, they are definitely losing money.

When I got home, my father hesitated, sitting in front of the stove, smoking cigarettes one by one.

"Father, if you believe me, you can safely and boldly go to buy more land and plant cotton next year. The market will change. If it keeps going like this, will the common people eat?"

Wang Hengxiao teased his sister and said to his father.

Farmers in Xinjiang rely on livestock and wheat for food, raising cattle, sheep, or horses, camels, etc.Some large Uighur households have several thousand sheep and sell tens of thousands of dollars a year just for wool.Together with lamb and mutton, the annual fixed income is around [-] to [-].

At the beginning of the 90s, the annual income was [-] to [-], which was a big family.

What's more, it's still in the northwest.

However, there are no more than three such big families in the entire Hehui Township.As for other farmers, 1000% of them cannot afford [-] yuan in cash at home. Some of them have wheat and flour that can be eaten for several years in the grain station, or a dozen sheep or a few cows.

Of course, the government does not allow this situation to continue. Change is necessary, but it is also necessary for farmers to earn money.

In Wang Hengxiao's memory, the change will start next year.

The mother has always been more decisive, saying: "I don't think so much, I have decided, then just do it. Listen to my son, grow more cotton next year..."

"Look for Lao Zhao to borrow some more money. He doesn't plant, and the money is idle, and he will lend it to us. Then find Xiaohe in the factory, Lao Ma and the others to borrow some money! This time, I will listen to my son. Everyone said I My son is very lucky, he has been very smart since he was a child."

Wang Hengxiao was very embarrassed by her mother's ground flowers.

This is a way of expressing maternal love, unconditional trust, everything my son says makes sense, and everything he does is right.

No matter how good he is, he deserves it, because this is his own son.

Dad nodded fiercely, threw the cigarette butt in his hand into the stove, got up and said: "That's right, I'll go to them right away and lend us all the spare money they have."

Wang Hengxiao laughed, hugged his sister in his arms, kissed her on the cheek, smelled something baby-like, and said in a low voice, "Sister, dad will buy you new clothes next year..."