I was a young master in ancient times

Half a month after Ankang's letter was sent, he received three replies.All three of them had an unsatisfactory life when they returned home.All the brothers in the family wanted to grab their hard-earned money.The more Ankang thought about it, the angrier he became, and after walking around the room a few times holding the letter, he slapped the table with his palm. "No, we have to find a way to survive for our brothers."

Ping An was chasing Huahua around the house, but was startled by the sound of Ankang hitting the table heavily.He raised his fat face, looked at Ankang suspiciously, and called tentatively, "Brother?"

"It's okay, Ping An, you can continue to play." Ankang gave Ping An a comforting smile, turned to Hu Zi and said, "Hu Zi, grind ink for the young master, the young master wants to write a plan."

Pingan continued to run after Huahua, while Huzi was protecting him, and asked puzzledly, "Master, what kind of plan should you write?"

"Do another business. Our magazine office doesn't need so many people now. We don't have any arrangements for the brothers from the food camp to come to Yuyang. I was thinking, or we should still be a farm."

"It's great to be a dry farm. Everyone is familiar with it." Huzi agreed very much.

"This is in Yuyang, my father's territory. The land has to go through my father. I'll write a plan to convince my father first." Ankang planned well in his heart.

Huzi laid out the paper for him, and Ankangti drew some crooked frames, chickens, ducks, pigs, sheep, and words that he tried hard to write that were not so creepy.

"Okay." Ankang put down his pen, with a well-thought-out plan. The various maps and departmental functions in this plan have been divided, and his father must be satisfied.

"Okay?" Looking at a messy piece of paper painted by Ankang, Hu Zi hesitated, "Young master, master, if the master sees you fooling him with these ghostly drawn symbols, I'm afraid you will at least be punished."

"How can this be a ghost painting?" Ankang looked at Huzi dissatisfied, and defended himself, "Look at how clearly I drew, this piece of land is reserved for raising pigs, that piece of land is reserved for growing vegetables, this row of houses is built .”

That's the case, but the paper still looks messy. "Master, why don't you dictate to the master. Writing and writing is not the master's strong point. We must make use of our strengths and avoid our weaknesses."

Ankang felt in his heart that Huzi's approach of promoting strengths and avoiding weaknesses was right. He looked at his masterpiece in front of him, and couldn't help wondering whether his paintings were really so bad.He stopped Ping An who was running around, and handed over the paper, "Ping An, come and see what brother drew."

Ping An looked at it in a daze for a long time before choking out a sentence, "Hua Hua."

Ankang: ...Where did Huahua come from?Let's make the most of our strengths and avoid our weaknesses, and let's dictate what we say.

That night, Ankang proposed to An Zhonghua the idea of ​​building a farm on land. "Father, you can set aside a piece of land for me."

"What do you want?" An Zhonghua was hugging his younger son and feeding him, when he heard what the elder son said, he looked up at Ankang in surprise.

"I wrote to ask the brothers who returned home from the grain camp. Most of them did not live well. Anyway, they also fought for Daliang, and they were disabled when they defended their homes and the country. I thought that in Yuyang we also built A farm, let these people come over, they can have a job to support their families."

"Isn't there still a magazine office? If someone comes, arrange to enter the magazine office. If there are too many people, I will find a way to arrange them to other places. You are still young, since you are running a magazine office, you will be fine. Management. After a few years, when you grow older and calmer, start a farm."

"Everything in the magazine office is on the right track, not to mention that there is my cousin Houzai. During the year I was away in Yuyang, my cousin managed the magazine office in an orderly manner." Ankang said his plan, "Do Yuyang Yang Farm is not only for my brothers in the food camp, but also for the retired soldiers who have been disabled in all wars and have a bad life. Not only the retired soldiers from the northern Xinjiang military camps, but also the retired soldiers from all the military camps in the border areas. "

"Father, I don't know how many mouths these people add up. Where can my small magazine office and you arrange it?"

"Furthermore, building a farm can also drive the development of Yuyang County. First of all, when those people come, they will bring families, and the population of Yuyang County will increase rapidly in a short period of time. If there are people, we can do things."

"I am optimistic about the land on the north side of the mountain. We don't move the land of the common people. There is a large piece of wasteland on the north side of the mountain. Let's go there to reclaim and build farms."

"At that time, hundreds of acres of orchards will be built, tens of thousands of pigs and sheep will be raised, and the price of meat will be lowered so that everyone can afford meat. If we grow good fruit, we can not only sell fruit in Yuyang County. We We can build roads and sell the fruit to the surrounding counties. If there are farmers planting fruit trees, we can help them sell their things for free. The income of farmers has also increased. Dad, do you think this farm should be built or not?"

Ankang's words not only made An Zhonghua fall into deep thought, but even Wei Shi who was beside him was also thinking.She had been given the benefit of helping disabled soldiers.In just one year, Wei's firm, which only developed in Qingzhou, opened all over Daliang.Not only did he earn money and become famous, even the military generals took the initiative to show favor to Wei Min.

Pingan blinked his big eyes, looked at the rice in the bowl in front of him, and looked up at the dazed father.He anxiously tugged on An Zhonghua's sleeve, pouted and said, "Father, Fanfan."

An Zhonghua came back to his senses, scooped up a spoonful of rice and stuffed it into Ping An's wide-open mouth.

Mrs. Wei took a look at her stunned husband, and took the lead to say, "Our Kang'er has grown up and grown into a man. His vision is beyond my mother's reach. If those disabled soldiers come and have nowhere to go, we can arrange some Enter Wei's Firm. Mother will support you in this matter."

Ankang looked at Wei Shi in surprise, "Mother, you are so kind. I will thank you on behalf of my brothers first."

An Zhonghua didn't express his opinion, but only said that he was allowed to think about it.Arranging all the disabled soldiers in Daliang into Yu Yang is no small matter.He has to write a letter to discuss with Wei Min, if it is feasible, then do it!When Ankang talked about the benefits of running a farm, he was moved.This is a real good thing for ordinary people.

"Ankang is not like me." An Zhonghua said to Wei Shi while lying flat on the bed, "This is like his uncle, who has a long-term vision and foresight."

Wei laughed softly, "Why isn't it like my husband? My husband is all about the common people, isn't our Kang'er the same way. When the child grows up, let him make troubles if he can. Maybe our Kang'er can honor the An family. "

Guangzong Yaozu?An Zhonghua thought about it for a moment, it seemed like this would honor his ancestors, even though he didn't achieve much, he could save lives for the people.A hundred years later, the people of Yuyang may not remember him as the county magistrate, but they will definitely remember Ankang.

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The first step in building agricultural products is land.