Guan Yunshan is a good drinker. When he was young, he liked to drink a few cups.
After paying the public food, the whole busy wheat season is over, so it's natural to drink a few cups when you are relaxed and happy.
When drinking, it was already more than six o'clock in the afternoon. The people in the granary had already left work. Some people were waiting in line to rush their cars back home, while others simply slept in bed under their own board cars, waiting for the opening of the granary the next day.
The farmers of this era are so hard. They are the ones who farm the land, who pay public food to the country and feed more than one billion people. But they are the most aggrieved and helpless!
They are like tree roots. They supply nutrients to the big tree of the country, making it taller and more prosperous. But only the branches and green leaves at high places can enjoy the sunshine, while the tree roots can only be buried in the dark soil, looking up to heaven in the dark.
They struggle hard at the bottom of the world. Poverty and suffering are always with them. But because the whole society is almost like this, they don't feel how bitter it is.
Because everyone is poor, they don't feel the hardship of life. After all, there are only a few wealthy families like Guan Hongda's family.
Later, when many people recall the original days after the abolition of the food tax, they are often surprised, "How did I survive such a hard time?"
However, Guan Yunshan does not realize how difficult this era is. For Guan Yunshan, this difficult era in other people's memory is the most inspiring and memorable one.
Just like now, he is sitting in a small greasy and dark restaurant with a shabby threshold in the countryside. Two bottles of wine are placed in front of him. Pang Li, Xie Luming and other people from the grain depot are sitting opposite. Cao Hongshan, the director of the grain depot, has also come. He and Guan Yunshan are old classmates. He is also young, about 30 years old. He is very smart, but his head is a little big, There is a nickname called "Cao Datou". He smiles at everyone in ordinary days and easily does not offend others.
At this time, several people pushed the cup to change it, and the whole compartment was bustling.
Cao Hongshan drank a little too high, and constantly scolded Pang Li and Xie Luming. "What are you doing today? Hmm? If you really kill someone, you should wait for your life! When is this time? The wind is so tight, you can't look for death like that! I want to live two more years!"
Pang Li and others were submissive, "No more, no more!"
Guan Xiaojun thought they were noisy and went straight to the table in the hall to eat. In this era, there was no harmful ingredients of hormones in meat, and chickens, ducks and geese were real green food. In any case, it was the granary that made the white stripe. Guan Xiaojun was not polite to ask for food. He ordered a chicken, a fish and a large pot of meatballs.
Huang Yuanbiao, the owner of the restaurant, is very familiar with Guan Yunshan. He also knows that Guan Xiaojun is his son. Seeing that Guan Xiaojun ordered so much, he said, "Xiao Jun, can you eat so much?"
Guan Xiaojun said softly, "The meatballs are mine, and the fish and chicken are for my grandparents!"
Huang Yuanbiao cocked his thumb and said, "Good boy, filial! Wait a minute, uncle, I will do it for you!"
When Guan Yunshan came out of the restaurant with enough food and drink, he was surprised to see the food box in Guan Xiaojun's hand and said, "What's the matter?"
Guan Xiaojun smiled and said, "This is what I brought for my mother and grandmother. It's all on the account of the granary!"
In the eighties and nineties, there was a strong trend of eating and drinking. There were lots of white stripes everywhere. The same was true in grain stores. Guan Yunshan was the host of this treat, but how could Cao Hongshan let him pay? It was directly put on the account of the grain depot.
Guan Xiaojun can only easily get a little benefit from the things of this era. As for the problem of the big environment, it needs to be managed by special personnel. What can he do now as a child of five or six years old?
Although Guan Yunshan drinks a lot, it doesn't affect his driving. After driving to his home in Wuling, he took Guan Xiaojun down with soft hands and feet, and then plunged into the room to sleep soundly.
Lu Xine scolded Guan Yunshan and waited for him to fall asleep before going out to eat.
During the meal, Guan Hongda said strangely, "This morning someone inquired about the grandpa in the village. They said that they heard that the grandpa is a flower grower and wanted to see what kind of flowers the grandpa raised. They were going to buy some pots."
Wang Xinfeng said, "What's so strange about this? Our grand father raises flowers and plants flowers. Who doesn't know from all over the country? If someone wants to buy flowers, come and find out what's wrong with our grand father."
Guan Hongda said, "You old ladies know shit! These people have northeast accents and come all the way. Why did these northeast people come here to buy flowers?"
When Guan Hongda was a child, he went to Guandong and worked with Japanese in the northeast. So he knew the accent of the northeast people. He scratched his head and said curiously, "I came here for thousands of miles to buy flowers, which is a bit confusing."
Guan Xiaojun thought for a moment and interrupted, "Grandpa, maybe the flowers in the Northeast are suddenly expensive!"
Guan Hongda said with a smile, "You child, this flower has a price. How expensive can it be? Where is there no flower in the northeast? Why come here to buy it? If you really buy it, it will not be enough for the toll!"
Guan Xiaojun said, "If a potted flower is sold to the northeast for 1000 yuan, they won't lose money, will they?"
Guan Hongda laughed, "A pot of flowers costs a thousand yuan? Oh, my grandson, how dare you think! Don't say a thousand yuan, even a pot of flowers costs a hundred yuan, and they are making a fortune!"
Guan Xiaojun said, "I heard from Uncle Cao in the countryside today that he read the newspaper and said that in Changcun City in the northeast, orchids there are very expensive, and a pot of flowers can sell for dozens!"
In fact, today Cao Hongshan was just drinking and bragging with Guan Yunshan. He didn't talk about flowers in the Northeast. However, Guan Xiaojun is in urgent need of a person to be a prop. Naturally, Cao Hongshan has become a prop he uses.
Anyway, Cao Hongshan drank too much today. He may not know what he said.
"You Uncle Cao? You mean Cao Hongshan?"
Guan Hongda doubted, "Do the newspapers say that flowers in Northeast China are very expensive?"
He is illiterate, has a natural sense of awe for newspapers, books and other things, and believes everything in the newspapers. Now when he hears that the newspapers say that flowers in Northeast China are expensive, he is a little convinced, "A pot of flowers is dozens of? Who will buy it? It's just a day!"
Nowadays, the purchasing power of tens of dollars is very scary. When hearing about a pot of flowers worth tens of dollars, not only Guan Hongda, but also Lu Xin'e and Wang Xinfeng do not believe it.
Lu Xin'e smiled and said, "If a pot of flowers costs dozens of yuan, how much will it cost to buy hundreds of pots in the yard of my lord?"
Guan Xiaojun said, "I heard Uncle Cao say that anyway!"
After dinner, after the children had gone to bed, Guan Hongda walked around the yard, uneasy.
He is shrewd and knows how to seize the opportunity. Today, when Guan Xiaojun said that the price of flowers in Northeast China had risen, his intuition told him that this might be an opportunity to make a fortune. But just listening to the children's one-sided statement, he can't do this right now. Since Guan Xiaojun said that Cao Hongshan read this from the newspaper, let Guan Yunshan get a newspaper to read it tomorrow.
Wang Xinfeng saw that he was still awake. As a husband and wife for many years, Wang Xinfeng naturally knew what Guan Hongda thought
Guan Hongda said, "What do you know? I heard from my grandfather that good flowers are really expensive. If a pot of flowers costs dozens of yuan, they are not very expensive. But these are only very few excellent varieties. It is impossible for all flowers to be so expensive. Other flowers are very cheap."
He said no more here, and said: "Go to bed, and let Yunshan read the newspaper tomorrow to know the truth!"
Although Guan Hongda doesn't believe in the cost of Changcun City in Northeast China, he has already begun to pay attention to this aspect. What Guan Xiaojun said, after all, has had an impact on him.