Starting out as a drug dealer in 1988

Zhao Wenhao never thought that Liu Hua's father was actually Liu Zhijun from the County Construction Bureau, but he didn't think that the two sides would have any intersection in the future, so he didn't take it to heart.

Looking at the few more dishes they had ordered, the two of them looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Why don't you pack some food and take it home?" Yan Bin pointed at the dishes that remained untouched.

Zhao Wenhao didn't bother to be polite with Yan Bin and directly called the waiter to help pack up.

After Liu Hua and Yang Yue's delay, it was already nearly 1:30 p.m. It was scorching hot outside, and neither of them felt like going out for a stroll.

So Zhao Wenhao chose to say goodbye directly, and agreed that after Zhao Wenhao registered at Xuanzhou Teachers College, he would find time to visit their school.

"Wenhao is back!"

When Zhao Wenhao returned home, it was already three in the afternoon. Wei Chunlan was collecting honeysuckle at the door, and several villagers happened to be in the yard bringing honeysuckle they had just collected from elsewhere.

Seeing Zhao Wenhao coming back, Wei Chunlan quickly called him over to help. She was really a bit flustered by herself.

"Wenhao, are you really buying it back at 8 yuan per kilogram? You can't lie to your aunt." An aunt from the neighboring family next door was obviously still a little worried.

Zhao Wenhao took the notebook from Wei Chunlan and helped to register, while replying, "Aunt Wang, we have been neighbors for many years. Even if I wanted to lie to someone, I couldn't lie to our own family. Besides, the monk can run away, but the temple cannot. My home is right here, how can I run away?"

Of course, Aunt Wang was just saying it casually. Don't worry, the goods have already been delivered. Do you have to move them back now?

Besides, she only collected 5 kilograms from her mother's family this time, so no matter how much she lost, it was only 40 yuan. Although it would hurt, it wouldn't be a big deal.

"Wenhao, after you finish this time, will you still collect it later? If you still collect it, I'll ask your third and fourth brothers to go down and collect it. Anyway, you can't make much money doing odd jobs outside in a day, so you might as well go and collect honeysuckle."

Aunt Wang was quite cautious and didn't take back too much from outside this time.

However, if it was true as Zhao Wenhao said, his two sons could definitely help with the harvesting. That way, they could earn at least ten yuan a day. A monthly income would be much better than working outside.

"Of course I would." Zhao Wenhao immediately gave an affirmative answer. "However, the specific price will be based on the market price, but it will definitely be higher than the purchase point in our town. We have to make sure everyone can make a profit."

"That's great! We were just worried that you wouldn't be able to collect much, and that we'd have to sell it back to the town. Wouldn't that mean we'd be wasting our time and energy in vain?"

Not only was Aunt Wang very happy, but other villagers also felt extremely fortunate.

If there really were such a long-term business, wouldn't every household in their family become rich?

The growth cycle of honeysuckle is about 50 days, usually starting in April and ending in October. During this period, it can normally grow three crops.

If this is really a long-term business, every household in the village will definitely benefit from it.

You know, there are quite a few farmers in Hengtang Town who grow honeysuckle. If all the villagers in Zhaojiayu went to harvest it, they would definitely be able to produce several thousand kilograms in a few months.

Moreover, the purchase price in Yangzhou has been rising this year. Zhao Wenhao is also unwilling to give up such a good business. He certainly hopes that everyone can buy it.

Doing so not only can quickly accumulate wealth, but also can help each household in the village generate income. It can be said that everyone benefits and complements each other.

"Mom, how many kilograms did you harvest today?"

In the evening, it was getting dark and finally no one brought honeysuckle anymore. The mother and son, who had been tired all day, could finally take a break.

Wei Chunlan took the notebook and calculated it one by one, "A total of 148 kilograms were collected. I estimate there will be more tomorrow."

"The more the better. If we collect a lot this time, our profit will be high enough. If possible, I also want to pay off the foreign debt as soon as possible. Owing others money is not a big deal."

Zhao Wenhao rubbed his sore shoulders, stood up, and moved the vegetables he brought back from the county town out of the well water tank.

That evening, the family finally had their first meal of meat. After all, apart from Zhao Wenhao, no one had ever eaten at a restaurant in the county town, so this was the chance for them to finally try something new.

The next day, just as Wei Chunlan expected, after a day of publicity, more villagers began to spontaneously purchase honeysuckle.

By the third night, Zhao Wenhao's yard was already filled with sacks, which weighed a staggering 530 kilograms.

This is not the end yet. Many villagers said they would continue to harvest tomorrow as long as Zhao Wenhao could eat it.

"Mom, I'm leaving tomorrow. I'll ask Dad to send it to the city for me. I'll take 300 kilograms first, and come back as soon as I sell them. I'll then get the next batch." Zhao Wenhao made a decision.

Looking at the sacks piled high in the yard, Wei Chunlan was already worried. He was truly worried that if Yangzhou refused to accept the money, all his money would be in tatters. With their family's financial resources, it was unclear how long they would have to wait to pay off this debt.

"You should hurry up and go. You don't have to worry about your family. Also, I think we should stop for a while and wait until you sell these. Then we can go collect them."

Wei Chunlan's words were certainly mature and prudent, but Zhao Wenhao had already negotiated with the merchants in Yangzhou and was not worried at all about not being able to consume just a few hundred kilograms.

However, in order not to worry Wei Chunlan, he finally agreed to her request.

Nothing happened that night. The next morning, Zhao Wenhao took Zhao Aiguo to the county town to take a bus.

Of course, there were benefits to getting Zhao Aiguo to work. Zhao Wenhao promised him that he would pay for next month's cigarettes after he sold all the goods.

In this case, Zhao Aiguo was of course very happy.

This cycle repeats itself, and a week passes quickly.

When Zhao Wenhao dragged his tired body back home, it was already the end of August.

"Mom, count how much money is here?" Zhao Wenhao's voice was a little hoarse, but he threw the backpack to Wei Chunlan with a little excitement.

Seeing her son in such a state, Wei Chunlan felt really distressed.

For the sake of this family, the 19-year-old has already shouldered the burden of the family. And just last month, this child was still studying in school.

"8457 yuan, this is too much."

Although she was mentally prepared, Wei Chunlan was still shocked when she counted and came up with such a number.

"It's not bad. This includes the 1000 yuan I earned before, plus this time, so the total is only this much. If you deduct the money I bought on credit, the total amount that belongs to us should be 4217 yuan."

Zhao Wenhao said this, but seeing his mother so shocked, he couldn't help feeling a little proud.