Just after the divorce, my wife begged for reconciliation

Chapter 609 Otherwise I won’t let you finish eating…

The young man knelt without saying a word, but his eyes became more determined, as if he was engaging in silent resistance.

Seeing his son remained silent, Liu Yishou roared even louder in anger: "Liu Zaicheng, are you mute?

Say something!

Did you know that the rich, the educated, and the powerful are all in the city?

Those capable people in the countryside also moved to the city.

The countryside is full of old, weak, sick and disabled people.

Are you waiting to die in the countryside?"

Liu Zaicheng said stubbornly: "I just want to come back!"

Liu Yishou couldn't help but curse: "Fuck your mother's reply!"

After he finished speaking, he forgot what he had said. After a while, he suddenly remembered what he had said: “I spent money to send you to school, and all my life savings were spent on you.

Just to keep you in town.

You told me you were coming back?

Do you know why your name is Liu Zaicheng?

I tell you, the meaning of your name is to stay in the city, I tell you, even if it means death.

You will also die with me in the city!"

Liu Zaicheng burst into tears as he listened, tears pouring out like a flood. He cried, "I can't stay in the city. I went to school in Shuiyuan City, but I can't live in Shuiyuan City.

There, it's 30,000 yuan per square meter. Do you have any idea what 30,000 yuan means? I work for 7,000 yuan a month, housing is 3,000 yuan, and food, clothing, phone, and transportation all cost another 3,000 yuan.

I can only save two thousand dollars, twenty thousand dollars a year.

If you only save 20,000 yuan a year, you can’t accomplish anything!

Liu Yishou angrily scolded: "Twenty thousand yuan is not a small amount. Twenty thousand yuan is better than what I can earn by farming at home!"

Liu Zaicheng cried and shook his head: "That's not how it's calculated. Twenty thousand yuan is because I don't have a girlfriend. If I did, it wouldn't even cover her expenses for two months.

She bought a few pieces of clothing, had a few meals, and bought a bag and that was it.

This is only the cost for two months. If we maintain a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship for a year, I will have to borrow another 100,000 yuan.

This hasn't even started with buying a house. If I were to buy a house, I wouldn't find a girlfriend and would save 20,000 yuan a year. It would take me a hundred years to save two million yuan.

I can't even afford an 80-square-meter house. An 80-square-meter house, including renovations, would cost at least three million.

Dad, I can't survive in the city.

I want to come back, I want to go back to the countryside, please, let me come back!!!"

Liu Yishou was stunned for a moment, then said, "Houses in big cities are a bit expensive. How about buying a house in a small county?"

Liu Zaicheng shook his head: "I can't find a job in this small county. Even if I find a job, it's only the kind that pays 4,000 yuan.

How do I live?

Liu Yishou was so angry that he cursed, "What you're saying is that if you don't go back to the countryside, you won't be able to survive!"

Liu Zaicheng nodded: "Yes, I can't survive if I don't come back!"

Liu Yishou looked at his son for a long time, then angrily cursed, "Then kneel down!"

After saying that, he walked towards the house angrily. Liu Zaicheng knelt on the ground, looking at his father's back. When his father entered the house, he became anxious: "Dad, don't leave. I'll kneel here. Please let me come back!"

However there was no response.

Ye Changqing read the story from beginning to end and felt inexplicably uncomfortable because he had experienced the same thing.

After graduating from university, I couldn't stay in the big city and couldn't make money when I came back. If my family wasn't in the urban village, I might not have been able to stay in Songjiang City. Later, I had no choice but to start a business.

I have to say that the environment was good at that time and the success rate of entrepreneurship was high.

He was feeling emotional when he saw the blood on Liu Zaicheng's face. He quickly stepped forward, pulled aside his hair, and checked the wound. Seeing that only his scalp was split and his skull was not injured, he felt relieved again and walked towards the house.

When I entered the main room, I saw Liu Yishou sitting on the wooden sofa with a frown on his face, smoking.

The way he smokes is different from the way most people smoke. He smokes very hard and burns one-fifth of the cigarette in one breath. He finishes the cigarette in a few puffs and then lights a new one.

He stood there watching for two or three minutes, and Liu Yishou had already smoked three cigarettes.

He could sense Liu Yishou's annoyance and wanted to talk about his own affairs, but he couldn't open his mouth.

Liu Yishou finished another cigarette and frowned when he saw Ye Changqing: "Are you here to intercede for my son?"

Ye Changqing actually wanted to say a few words to help, but he was just an outsider. It was impossible for Liu Yishou to change his mind based on the lessons he had learned throughout his life just because of his few words.

He gave up his desire to help others and shook his head: “I’m not here to intercede for your son.

I'm here for something else. I'm from the farm, and I'm here to retrieve a book."

Liu Yishou was a little surprised when he heard the word "Nongmen": "Are you sure you are from Nongmen?" Ye Changqing reached out and took out a golden ear of wheat: "Look at this."

Liu Yishou was stunned for a moment, then asked in surprise: "Red golden wheat ears?"

Ye Changqing casually put away the red-gold wheat ears and said, "Now you believe it, right?"

Liu Yishou nodded and said, "I believe it. No one would want to use the name of a declining sect like Nongmen to commit fraud.

If I didn't know about the Nongmen, I wouldn't have known that there was such a thing as Nongmen.

What do you want to see me for?"

Seeing the other party asking, Ye Changqing had no time to care about the conflict between Liu Yishou and his son, and directly stated his purpose: "I came to get a book called "Lihe Family Letters."

Liu Yishou glanced at Ye Changqing, then lit another cigarette, took a deep drag, and then spoke: "That book is quite old, it's an antique. I can't just give it to you like this."

Ye Changqing nodded: "Whatever conditions you have, please feel free to ask. I will do my best to satisfy you."

When Liu Yishou heard this, he squinted and looked at Ye Changqing from top to bottom, and was a little disappointed. Ye Changqing was dressed very simply and did not look like a rich man.

Then he felt relieved when he thought that Ye Changqing was from a farming family.

For a sect like the Nongmen that is almost on the verge of extinction, it would be difficult for them to even survive, let alone be rich.

He thought for a moment and said, "You can tell you don't have much money. I'm putting you in a difficult position by asking you for money.

But I wouldn't be willing to let you take it just like that.

Let me think... Oh, you saw my son.

If you can persuade him to work in the city and live there from now on, I will give you the Lihe Family Letter."

He had no way to deal with his son, so he was desperate and tried all kinds of treatment. In fact, he didn't have any hope for Ye Changqing.

Ye Changqing thought for a moment and said, "I don't want to persuade your son to go to the city. I want to persuade you to let him farm at home."

Teng~

Liu Yishou stood up suddenly and pointed outside the gate, saying, "Go, go now! You want the Lihe Family Letter? Dream on!"

Wang Tiezhu didn't expect Liu Yishou to react so strongly: "Don't be angry, let's talk it over!"

Liu Yishou said angrily: "I am not chatting with you for a minute. Liu Zaicheng is my son. I am responsible for his future and his life.

I can’t let him live in hell for the rest of his life.”

Ye Changqing said calmly: "Your son and I have no grudges or hatred, there is no reason to deceive him.

Sit down first. I tell you, there is still a future in the countryside. As long as you choose the right crops to grow, you can definitely make a fortune, a fortune.”

We have Xu Chengzong’s successful experience. As long as you grow green organic wheat and sell it for ten yuan per pound, there is no reason not to make a fortune.

Liu Yishou snorted coldly: "Get rich, get a coffin.

Come on, tell me, is it stealing or robbing?"

Ye Changqing coughed and said, "Growing green organic wheat..."

Liu Yishou suddenly spoke up when he was halfway through his speech: "Shut up, we can't grow wheat here, the land is not good.

Several villages here mainly grow white ginger."

White ginger?

Ye Changqing thought for a moment and said, "White ginger is also OK. It can be used for medicinal purposes, sold in retail, or sold wholesale in the city."

Liu Yishou sneered and said, "You...you are dreaming.

White ginger used for medicinal purposes has a fixed origin, and our ginger is mainly used for food.

But we can’t sell it at all, so we can only sell it to merchants who come to buy ginger.”

Ye Changqing remembered hearing his mother complain yesterday about a pound of ginger costing ten yuan. He smiled and said, "No matter which merchant you sell it to, you can make a huge profit."

Liu Yishou sneered, "Exorbitant profits, how can there be such a thing as huge profits in agriculture?

My family has just harvested 30,000 kilograms of white ginger from our fields. The price given by the ginger merchant is too low, so low that it makes people despair. He makes 1 cent per kilogram of ginger. For 30,000 kilograms of ginger, he makes 30,000 yuan.

Thirty thousand pounds! After working hard for a year, I only earn three thousand yuan.

Tell me, where does the huge profit come from?

Ye Changqing was completely confused: "Yesterday my mother bought some ginger, and it cost ten yuan per pound.

Tell me, earn a dime?"

Liu Yishou shook his head and said, "I don't know how much they sell it for per kilogram, but the purchase price here is about 5 yuan per kilogram for high-quality fresh ginger, 3 yuan per kilogram for mainstream fresh ginger, and 2 yuan per kilogram for ordinary fresh ginger.

High-quality ginger is almost unavailable, and the quality of mainstream fresh ginger is also not high. Our ginger only meets their general fresh ginger standards.

Generally, fresh ginger costs two yuan per kilogram, or one yuan per catty.

One dollar, we have to pay for the cost, fertilizer, hiring of farm machinery, and maintenance... It's a fire pit, and anyone who falls into it will fall into it."

Ye Changqing always felt something was wrong. He had never grown white ginger and was not familiar with the various steps involved.

But the retail price of white ginger is ten yuan per pound, and farmers sell it for one yuan.

This is too big of a difference.

How can it not make money?

He suddenly had a wave of disbelief in his heart. How could a tenfold profit not make money? This thought had already appeared in his mind and he could no longer suppress it.

He quickly made a decision: "You haven't sold your ginger yet, right? How about this, I'll help your son find a way to sell the ginger.

If you make money and are sure you can get rich, let your son grow ginger at home."

Liu Yishou’s expression suddenly turned serious: “Home is still at home, but don’t mess around, I tell you, this thing can’t succeed.

If I lose money on 30,000 kilograms of white ginger, I will lose even more."

Ye Changqing patted his chest and assured: "I bought 30,000 kilograms of ginger, and the loss is mine.

If I don’t make three dollars per pound of ginger, I will be considered a failure.

How about I help you persuade Liu Zaicheng to go to the city to work?"

Liu Yishou was a little surprised: "Okay, then it's a deal. If you can make me one dollar per pound of ginger, I'll consider you the winner!"

After hearing this, Ye Changqing stood up and walked to the yard, pulling up Liu Zaicheng who was kneeling on the ground: "Let's sell ginger together. If we make a fortune, your father will promise that you can stay at home and farm.

If you lose money, you go to work in the city.

Do you dare to bet?"

Liu Zaicheng's eyes lit up: "I bet, I bet!"

He is now like a drowning man who has grabbed a straw. No matter whether there is hope or not, he will grab it first.

blah blah blah...

Suddenly, footsteps were heard at the door.

Ye Changqing looked towards the door and saw two people walking in.

A man in his forties had some hairspray that he used, but it was sticking up in his hair strands.

He was wearing sunglasses, a black short-sleeved shirt, white shorts, and a pair of slippers.

He walked in swaggeringly with a cigarette in his mouth.

There was a man following beside him. He had dark skin, a big belly, a gold chain around his neck, and was wearing a short-sleeved shirt, long pants and leather shoes.

He was holding two bottles of drinks in his hands.

After entering the door, he handed a bottle to another man wearing sunglasses: "It's too hot, this is iced, drink a few sips to cool down."

As soon as the man in sunglasses entered the door, he started shouting, "Lao Liu, what are you doing in the house with your wife in broad daylight? Why don't you come out?"

When Ye Changqing found out that the two people knew Liu Yishou, he immediately stepped aside.

Liu Yishou trotted out of the house. Seeing the man with glasses, he first handed him a cigarette and said with a smile, "Village director, why are you here? Come and have a smoke."

The village director took one look at the cigarette Liu Yishou handed over and waved his hand, "Old Liu, what's wrong with you? You're still smoking those lousy cigarettes that cost eight yuan a pack. If you had come to my place that day, I would have given you a good cigarette for ten yuan a pack!"

Let you broaden your horizons.”

Liu Yishou chuckled and said, "How can I afford it? It's too expensive."

The village director smiled and said, "I knew you were reluctant to spend money. You have to be generous and spend money before you can make money.

Let’s not talk about this useless stuff anymore. The ginger has been collected, so you can just settle the bill.

The truck will arrive this afternoon and we'll load the ginger."

Liu Yishou said with a smile, "Village Director, I don't want to sell my ginger anymore. You can go to other places to collect it first."

The smile on the village director's face disappeared, and with a cold and intimidating look in his eyes, he asked, "Old Liu, what do you mean? Your ginger can't be sold, so I'm kindly trying to find a buyer for you.

I brought him here, are you trying to embarrass me on purpose?" Liu Yishou said with a smile, "No, my ginger...someone wants it."

The village director said coldly: "What the hell, anyone who comes to collect ginger must say hello to me.

The quality of your ginger is so bad that I can't buy it at all. People are buying it at a loss just to save my face.

When someone calls you, you should regret it.

I helped you, and this is how you treat me?"

Liu Yishou blushed and wanted to say something, but didn't dare to say it. He turned to look at Ye Changqing.

Ye Changqing couldn't stand it any longer. This village director was so shameless.

They are clearly making money, but they say they are losing money on ginger.

He stood up and said, "Village director, right? I bought the ginger. If you want to buy ginger, come to me. It's five yuan a pound!"

The village chief was stunned for a moment, raised his finger and pointed at Liu Yishou, then walked towards Ye Changqing: "I don't care who you are, before coming here to harvest ginger, you'd better ask about the rules.

Get out now, there’s still time!

Otherwise I won’t let you finish it…”

Ye Changqing's eyes flashed coldly and he kicked the village director in the stomach.

bang~

There was a muffled sound.

The village director flew out of the door and fell heavily to the ground.

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