Just after the divorce, my wife begged for reconciliation

Chapter 760 Can’t you see your father crying?

Ye Changqing paused for a moment, then slowly stopped and turned back to look at Ma Xiangfu: "Anything else?"

Ma Xiangfu's face was burning, and he coughed to cover up his embarrassment: "I want to talk to Mr. Ye about this Fumai... matter."

Talk?

Ye Changqing muttered to himself, turned his head to look at Ma Weijia, his gaze lingering on Ma Weijia's face for a moment, then returned to Ma Xiangfu's face: "Can you make the decision?"

This……

Ma Xiangfu lost confidence and turned to look at his son.

Ma Weijia smiled and said, "My dad can make the decision. Yes, he can do it." Ye Changqing scolded coldly, "Shut up. I'm talking to your father, don't interrupt!

No rules! "

Ma Weijia's facial muscles twitched as he was confronted. He shrugged slightly, trying to avoid embarrassment. "I won't say anything. I won't say anything, okay? You guys go ahead and talk."

Ye Changqing said coldly: "You still don't accept it, right? Let me tell you, it's not for your father's sake.

I couldn’t bear to stay even a second longer.”

Ma Weijia looked embarrassed and didn't dare to say anything. He finally understood that the more he spoke, the harsher he would be criticized.

Just stand aside and stay there quietly.

Ma Xiangfu walked up to Ye Changqing and said, “Mr. Ye, I am very grateful that you are willing to purchase the planting and cultivation methods of Fumai.

My Ma family has been growing Fumai for dozens of generations, and I thought it would be passed down through generations to come, for ages to come. I never expected I would be the last of the generation.

As he spoke, his wrinkled old face showed loneliness, reluctance and self-blame.

After he finished speaking, his lips were still moving, and he seemed very excited.

Ye Changqing was in a complicated mood. He didn't want to buy the seeds and planting methods of Fumai, but there was no one in the Ma family to inherit them.

Seeing Ma Xiangfu like this, he smiled and said, "Actually, I am just representing the farmers to pass on the Fumai tradition.

No matter how many times other wheat seeds have been improved, no matter whether other seeds will have genetic contamination.

But as long as the original seeds are still there, wheat is safe, we can eat safe food, and we will not go hungry."

Ma Xiangfu looked at Ye Changqing in confusion: "What gene are you talking about? I don't understand what you mean.

But you're absolutely right about not going hungry. According to ancestral records, the Ma family's ancestor was Shennong. It was Shennong who discovered wheat, transforming the Chinese nation from a primitive, nomadic hunting and fishing tribe into an agricultural nation with guaranteed harvests regardless of drought or flood."

Shennong?

Ye Changqing found out from the information that the Ma family's inheritance had only been around for a few dozen generations, which was completely inconsistent with the information he had obtained. "Are you sure it was passed down from Shennong?"

Ma Xiangfu nodded: "I am very sure, I know you will doubt it, our Ma family's genealogy of wheat inheritance has only been around for a few dozen generations.

But Shennong has been around for 114 generations until our generation.

There is a gap of half the time. Our Ma family ancestors believed that there was no recording method, such as paper.

It was all passed down orally, and it wasn't until the 65th generation that a genealogical record was found."

Ye Changqing thought about it and thought that maybe it was true. He thought about how the ancestors of the Ma family passed down the wheat seeds from Shennong to the present day. They had passed down the seeds from thousands of years ago through changes of dynasties, natural disasters and man-made disasters to the present day.

It's a miracle.

After thousands of years of history, even iron will rust, turn into rust, and turn into powder.

But the Ma family has passed down the seeds, which is so great. Thinking of this, I admire them: "The Ma family has protected China's grain seeds. The Ma family is the patron saint of the Chinese people.

I bow to you!"

As he spoke, he bowed deeply to the ground with a respectful attitude.

Ma Xiangfu was somewhat at a loss: "No, don't be like this, my ancestors are worthy of the title of guardian gods. The ancestral motto of the Ma family is that it is better to die than to break the inheritance of Fumai.

But I'm not worthy. When it came to me, I had five children, some of whom were officials, some were businessmen, some were managers, and some were technology elites, but no one was willing to inherit Fumai. No one was willing. I am the sinner of the Ma family!

I don’t deserve your gift.”

As he spoke, tears began to flow.

Next to him, Ma Weijia saw his father actually talking about this. If he continued like this, he might not be willing to sell it, so he couldn't help but interrupt: "Dad, don't mention these old things, and don't mention ancestors.

They are all dead and have turned into dry bones. We have to make plans for the living.

Sell ​​the Fumai inheritance first and then talk about these useless things.

What I need now is money. Can't you tell what's more important?

Why are you crying?

Hurry up and sell the Fumai!"

slap~

Suddenly, a big slap hit Ma Weijia's face.

Ma Weijia was slapped and took a few steps back. He covered his face and looked at Ye Changqing angrily: "You...you dare to hit me?"

A cold light flashed in Ye Changqing's eyes, and he raised his hand and slapped him again.

A slap as big as a palm fan fell on Ma Weijia's face again.

slap~

A deafening slap was heard, and Ma Weijia flew sideways more than two meters and fell heavily to the ground.

The ground shook and dust flew up.

Ma Weimin felt his vision go dark and the left side of his face go numb. He shook his head and slowly came to his senses. He immediately felt the pain on his face as if it were being pricked by tens of thousands of needles. He was furious and said, "Ye, you... why did you hit me?"

Ye Changqing said with cold eyes: "Can't you see your father crying? Your father is crying, and you only care about money!"

I……

Ma Weijia said a word and suddenly didn't know what to say. His father was indeed crying. He was too anxious just now and just wanted to urge his father to sell Fumai.

He took a deep breath and rubbed his numb face: "Dad, I was...too impatient just now."

Ma Xiangfu was a little worried. He walked over and stretched out his hand to pull him up: "Son, are you...are you okay?"

Ma Weijia shook his head: "It's just a little painful, nothing serious, let's sell the Fumai first."

He said this, but secretly swore in his heart, "You guy surnamed Ye, alright? Just wait and see. I'll deal with the slap in the face after I've done this deal."

A car was speeding towards us in the distance, and when it was almost at the door, it suddenly braked.

Squeak~ The sound of sudden brakes rang out, and the car slid, raising a cloud of dust.

Wait for the car to stop.

The car door opened, and a man got out of the car, covering his mouth and nose, and ran into the yard. Seeing Ma Xiangfu, he said anxiously, "Dad, the Fumai hasn't been sold yet, right?

I'm back, let me handle the negotiations."