Chapter 5

"Xichuan's"

Xichuan is a county not far from Anyang, but it has an opposite angle with Qingxu. At the other end of Anyang, it takes about four or five hours to drive there.

"I said, it's almost summer vacation. There's no reason why meat prices don't fall. We've been feeding pigs for so many years, and meat prices haven't fallen since May."

Yang Xiuying muttered a few words and said to Fang Jinsong:

"Hey, I said to you, don't just sit there and watch TV. Did you hear your son's words? Why don't we sell the pigs while we're not busy these two days and catch a few more litters while it's not so hot."

"What's the hurry? I told Lao Zhao that he would come and pull next Friday. If he ate more than two days, he would lose two kilograms of fat."

Fang Jinsong was impatient with Yang Xiuying interrupting him to watch the news. He was annoyed with Yang Xiuying's small family spirit. He was worried that he could not achieve great things, and he chattered in his ears all day.

As for his son, it was automatically ignored by him. As a doll, he studied at school all day. What can he know.

"Fat, fat, fat, you know to grow fat and eat you!" Yang Xiuying told him not to be angry, turned her head and continued to wash the pot without talking.

Fang zhe smiled bitterly. Although he was a junior and not young, he was still a child with his parents. At this time in his previous life, he was also a master who read only the books of sages and didn't hear the things outside the window, and never cared about the trivial things of daily necessities.

"Dad, you call uncle Zhao and ask him if there is any news. He must know." helpless, Fang zhe can only ask his father to call uncle Zhao first.

Seeing that his son was so interested in this matter, Fang Jinsong couldn't brush his face. He took out his mobile phone and called Lao Zhao.

Fang zhe sat beside him and listened to him for a long time. He didn't know why. Until Fang Jinsong hung up the phone, he heard him say:

"Lao Zhao said that it is possible to fall in the past two days. Several counties near Anyang have fallen to $6.9. The car they take today is still $7.1 kg."

Having said this, Fang Jinsong looked at his son and Yang Xiuying, who came here after washing the pot, and added, "why don't we sell it tomorrow morning? I listen to Lao Zhao. He doesn't dare to guarantee the price of No. 30, but the price tomorrow is still seven yuan."

"Dad, is the car that I left before seven dollars?" Fang zhe asked.

"Yes, that car is also seven. I heard your uncle Zhao said that the earthquake just finished the previous two days ago, and they all rose to seven two yuan. I didn't expect that it would take a few days, and the price came down again." Fang Jingsong said this and believed in the decline of meat price.

After hearing this, Yang Xiuying urged: "let's sell it tomorrow morning. You can call Lao Zhao and ask him if he can leave tomorrow morning?"

Fang Jinsong, who had just put down his mobile phone, was no longer reluctant this time and hurriedly called Lao Zhao again.

When Fang Jinsong hung up, his face was a little ugly. Fang zhe looked at his mother and asked carefully, "what's the matter, dad?"

Fang Jinsong explained, "your uncle Zhao explained that he can't leave in the morning. He has already made a reservation for another family. If our family wants to leave as soon as possible, it must be the morning after tomorrow."

After hearing this, Yang Xiuying complained, "Lao Zhao usually plays a very positive role. He falls off the chain at the critical moment."

"What chain is missing? People don't sell pigs to our family. Lao Zhao also said that it was a little late for me to call him. He said to other families in the morning." although Fang Jinsong was unhappy, he understood Lao Zhao's difficulties.

"You still speak for him. If the price falls the day after tomorrow, you will lose your feed for a month. I told you, Lao Fang, you calculated it. You also said I calculated it. You didn't calculate it for a long time?"

Yang Xiuying caught the opportunity and fought with Fang Jinsong. Fang zhe can only express helplessness. My mother has always had this character. The more she says, the more she persuades her anger. She can only wait until her anger disappears.

"I'm going to get vaccinated. Ah Zhe, you go with me to help." Fang Jinsong hurriedly took Fang zhe away from the scene.

"Come back for dinner before six!" Yang Xiuying told her father and son who had just gone out.

"I see!" Fang zhe responded.

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"Dad, can't uncle Zhao pull this afternoon or tomorrow afternoon?" Fang zhe asked his father who was injecting with his hands on the piglet.

"You uncle Zhao, they walk pigs every morning. They are basically busy in the afternoon. They walk more than 200 trucks a day." Fang Jinsong knows something about these things.

"Is there any other pig dealer besides uncle Zhao?" Fang zhe asked again.

"Yes, they do, but they pull small households. There are more than a dozen of them. You, uncle Zhao, basically pull the more than 100 heads of our family." Fang Jinsong said this and added:

"It's impossible for us to let them pull. After cooperating with your uncle Zhao for so many years, your uncle Zhao informed us in advance of any market. You want others to pull away. Then your uncle Zhao can still take care of our family?"

Fang Jinsong's words blocked Fang zhe back. Originally, Fang zhe wanted to suggest his father to sell the pig to someone else. Now it seems that he can only wait for Monday.

Fang Zhe is not discouraged. It seems that although he has been reborn, he can't change some things. After all, his ability is too small to change anything. Fortunately, it's still a long time. Fang zhe believes that with his efforts, many things can change in the direction Fang zhe hopes.

During his two days at home, Fang zhe wanted to talk to his parents several times about borrowing money to buy an iPhone, but because of his parents' unhappy face, he held his words back to his stomach. Fang Zhe, who has nothing to do, can only put it down and patiently climb over the wall to find all kinds of documents needed for development and do other preparations.

On Sunday afternoon, Yang Xiuying sent Fang Zhe to the intersection to wait for the bus. Fang zhe looked at his mother and stopped talking. It's better to wait and see about buying an iPhone.

These two days, my parents are upset about the price of meat. How can I add more blocking? When I go to school, I can't borrow Zhou Bin's iPhone for debugging. In order to get rich, listening to him is nothing.

"I heard that you Sven came back from Yanjing a few days ago. You have time to ask others and see what suggestions you have for your senior internship." Yang Xiuying said.

"My mosquito brother is back?" Fang zhe asked happily. The Sven brother in his mother's mouth is called Zheng Siwen. He is a village with Fang Zhe. He is less than ten years older than Fang Zhe. When he was young, he often played with Fang Zhe and fat people. Mosquito is the nickname given to him by Zheng Siwen's classmates. Over time, Fang Zhe and they also called it.

Zheng Siwen is the legendary child of another family. After graduating from the Finance Department of Yanjing University, he went to Stanford University Business School to study for a master's degree. Later, he worked at Goldman Sachs for several years. He returned home three years ago and worked as an investment manager with an annual salary of millions in a securities company in Yanjing.

What is more talked about by the villagers is that he bought a house for his parents in Anyang and paid for a nanny to serve him. He envied the old men and women in the village.

Also because of his legendary experience, he is now the best example for the villagers to educate their children. In his previous life, Fang zhe was taken care of by him in Yanjing.

After chatting with his mother for a while, Fang zhe got on the long-distance bus to Anyang.

This trip home, although Fang zhe didn't accomplish what he wanted to do, Fang zhe felt very satisfied to see his parents.

Before going home, Fang Zhe always wondered whether the parents in this world were his real parents. Until the moment he saw his mother, Fang zhe firmly believed that they were his parents, no matter where they were.