The Days of Opening a Restaurant on an Abnormal Earth

Wang Fuchun is an out-and-out farmer who has been living in the countryside with her husband doing farming for a living. Life is not rich, but it can be maintained anyway. Farmers, as long as they have land and farmhouses, at least there is no problem with the rations of a few people in a family. Vegetables are also endless.

But it is difficult for small farmers like Wang Fuchun and her husband to get enough cash if they rely entirely on agricultural production. Although Wang Fuchun's husband is already very hardworking, because there are fewer and fewer people willing to work in agriculture, many people in the village have vacant private land, and their husbands have contracted it to grow it themselves. But after all, they are small farmers, and the area they can cultivate with a walking tractor is very limited. If the land wasn't connected by stretches of plains, it would be enough to rely on my husband and myself to plant 30 acres of land.

My husband wants to contract all those fields together so that we can do more things in the same amount of time. It is even possible to plant a hundred acres. But how can my family have so much money to cover all the land?

Besides, there are still many lands that belong to the elderly in the village. Now all the young people in the village are working in other places, and no one is farming. In order to keep a place for their children to settle down in the future, the old people in the village can at least return to the village to farm when they can no longer survive in the city. These old people will not rent, let alone sell. They would rather suffer a little bit for themselves, and go to the field to grow some vegetables every day, and they would not leave the field empty.

The self-built houses in the countryside are poorly lit. Wang Fuchun's husband sat in the corner of the hall smoking a cigarette. The cigarette end flickered in this corner without light, like a firefly that would go out at any time.

On the desk in the hall, an admission notice in a big red envelope lay beaming there, looking proud and shining in the hall with big white walls and concrete floors.

Wang Fuchun walked into the hall, as if his eyes were burned by the beaming bright red, he didn't even look at the admission notice.

"Where's your son?" She found her husband hiding in the corner, and the light like a firefly was very conspicuous in the dark corner.

"I sent him out. Let him play with his classmates in the town." The husband stood up and walked out of the dark corner. Walking in the sun, the white hair on the forehead shone with silver brilliance in the sun.

"Have you gone to inquire?"

"I have inquired." Wang Fuchun pinched the hem of his clothes, not knowing how to speak.

"How much?"

"The third uncle in the town and a few uncles who have worked in Huaihai said that if you go to Huaihai to study in university, the tuition fee is a fixed amount, but the living expenses... hey, 20,000 yuan a year is the minimum tuition fee and living expenses." Wang Fuchun's clothes were almost crushed.

"Twenty thousand." The husband sucked the last puff of the cigarette, the flames burned to the butt of the cigarette, and the burning chemical fiber gave off a choking smell. The husband stamped out the cigarette butt.

"Master, this money is probably not enough for our family." Wang Fuchun squeezed the hem of his clothes and calculated: "Our family just changed the rice species last year. The quality of the rice grown by the Koshihikari rice in Dongyang is good, but the yield is too low. .One mu of land only has a yield of 800 catties."

The husband sighed softly: "Yes, I planted Koshihikari rice because they said that the unit price was high. It turned out to be only 30 cents more per catty, two yuan and two per catty. It only costs one mu of land to plant two seasons a year. It costs about 3,500 yuan. The 30 mu of land in our family only costs about 100,000 yuan a year. There are 25 mu of land here that are rented, and the rent for one mu of land is several hundred yuan a year. There are also seed fertilizers and oil money for tractors. The seeds of this Koshihikari rice are much more expensive than our domestic rice seeds. I never imagined that it would be so unprofitable.”

Wang Fuchun shook his head: "Boss, Yueguang rice is cheap in our fields. Last time I went to see my son in a high school in the city, he took me to the supermarket next to their school. Yueguang rice sold for more than 30 pounds a catty. !"

The husband was a little angry when he heard this expression, but it was more of a kind of helplessness. In the end, he could only sigh: "Anyway, it will not be those of us who only know how to eat from the ground. So my son must go to Huaihai Go to university, this is a university!"

"Our family doesn't have that much cash." Wang Fuchun said one of the biggest flaws of many small farmers: "We only built this building the year before last, and we have almost used up our savings, and we have incurred foreign debts. There are still five foreign debts left. Wan Duo has not paid off."

There is no concept of commercial housing in the countryside. Everyone is a homestead. If you want to live in a house, you have to build it yourself. In the early years, the village was full of adobe houses. Later, when some people got rich, they built brick houses. From the mid-to-late 1990s to the present, the mainstream of self-built houses in rural areas has become small buildings with three to four floors.

Now it costs hundreds of thousands, one million, or even hundreds of millions to buy a house in the city. Farmers can build a small four-story western-style building for only five to six hundred and seventy-eight million in rural areas, which seems to be a good deal. Many city people are envious.

However, people in the city can only pay a down payment of 300,000 yuan to buy a house worth 1 million yuan, and pay off the rest of the bank loan slowly. However, there is no way to borrow money to build houses in rural areas. If you don't have money, you can't build them. Because bricks, stones, cement and steel bars cost money, and labor masters also need money, it is still money to rent various construction machines. The money must be settled in cash, and there is no way to delay it.

Therefore, building a small three-story building in the countryside, even without decoration, is already the biggest expense in life for farmers who already have little cash income. Many people build buildings to borrow foreign debts, and Wang Fuchun's family is no exception.

Because Wang Fuchun is willing to work and has a good reputation in the village, his relatives and friends are also willing to lend him money. But the day of repaying the money cannot be delayed. Every family has its own difficulties, so we can't just think about ourselves.

The yield and price of the Koshihikari rice planted last year were not satisfactory, and a lot of chemical fertilizers were sprinkled. It can be said that Wang Fuchun's family basically did not earn much money. The real bulk is earned by middlemen.

"My son is going to study in Huaihai, so we are a bit richer. It will cost 100,000 yuan in four years." Wang Fuchun has the unique shrewdness of rural women: "Even if the child can work part-time and study part-time, it will not be much less. Son Now that I’m in college, they all say that interpersonal communication in college costs money. Especially when the child goes to a big city, the classmates are all from the city. You can’t let the child not make a friend for four years in college. Falling in love also costs money. Our family needs to prepare about 100,000 yuan in four years, which is indispensable."

The wrinkles on the husband's face deepened a little when he heard this. There is a certain amount of money that can be earned in a year by planing food in the farmland, even if there is no disaster year. If there is drought, rice disease, insect plague, as long as these happen, it will be equivalent to a year of dryness. It is true that in modern society there is no shortage of children because of a severe drought, but for Wang Fuchun, a small owner farmer, it is a waste of a year of hard work.

"Then let's just grit our teeth and wait until the child graduates from college." The only way the hardworking and honest husband can think of is to reduce expenses: "Let's eat less, buy less at home, and save more. Just boil Four years can always survive."

Wang Fuchun looked at the white hair on her husband's forehead, and she couldn't help touching it with her hand: "Boss, you are too tired."

"I'm not tired. It's a man's responsibility to support his family."

"...Master, I heard from my third aunt that going to the frontier to pick cotton can make money. I can earn 10,000 to 20,000 yuan in two months. Why don't I go to the frontier to pick cotton with my third aunt."

"No! I know to go to the frontier to pick cotton. That work is much more difficult than our farm work. The third aunt and the others have to get up at five o'clock in the morning and go to work in the field at six o'clock. They eat lunch on the field. After eating, go on to work." , until the sun goes down and it’s completely out of sight. Fifty people live in a Datong shop in a room, and they just eat noodles in clear soup or steamed buns and Chinese cabbage. Look at Sanyi every time she comes back from the frontier. She is neither human nor ghost. His appearance is not good, and his hands are all scratched, one hand is..."

"But master, we want money!"

"..." The husband couldn't speak, and the man in his forties suddenly choked up.

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Wang Fuchun finally went to find his third aunt, who was going to the frontier to pick cotton.

"No, I can't go." The 50-year-old third aunt went to the frontier to pick cotton every year, and now she looks as old as she is in her 60s. She sat on the bed and shook her hands: "I can't go now."

"Why can't I go?" Wang Fuchun was anxious. If this road was blocked, what would he do with his family? !

"Manpower is expensive. Machines are used to pick cotton in the frontiers instead of people." Aunt San is right. The price of labor has risen, but the purchase price of cotton has not increased significantly. More and more cotton farmers have no money to hire labor. Picking was carried out. They prefer to use machines because they are cheap. Even the quality of cotton picked by machines is much lower than that of manual workers. Now the number of cotton pickers recruited from the interior every year in the frontier has dropped from 700,000 in February of the peak season to less than 100,000.

At the same time, the price of pure cotton fabrics in the city is getting higher and higher, and some are so expensive that people can't understand it.

An admission notice was originally a joyous event, but it was a heavy burden for Wang Fuchun's family.

"I can't let the children still eat in the soil." Wang Fuchun, who has been farming all his life, has made up his mind that even if he goes to work in the city, he will earn enough tuition for his children.

Dinglingling~

Wang Fuchun's two hundred yuan cell phone rang, and a familiar voice rang out when he answered the phone. It was his distant cousin Wang Yan: "Sister Fuchun, how have you been recently?"