Back home to start a farm

"Have you heard? The airport under construction in Bijiang Town will start trial operation this year, and it may be officially open by the end of the year."

"Nonsense, you, if it is said that our city built an airport, I can still believe it. When will our town start to build an airport?"

"Who is talking nonsense to you? There used to be an air force station in the west of our town. The runway and everything were in good condition. A few years ago, we applied to transform it into a civilian airport. The housing prices there have been soaring in recent years. Sky monkeys are rising like sky monkeys, as a person from Bijiang Town, you don’t even know about this, so pay more attention to local news in the future.”

"A few years ago, no one in our village cared about this. They couldn't afford to fly, let alone buy a house."

"It's really going to work this year. We have a lot of income now. When we can make an airplane experience."

"I heard that it will be next spring at the latest, and the end of this year at the earliest."

The villagers who carried bamboo baskets up the mountain to pick cherries did not forget to exchange the latest news while working. The news that the town's airport would pass quickly spread.

After they finished picking the cherries and went down the mountain, they still didn't forget to discuss this issue. They gave the cherries in the basket to Qu Chi to weigh and calculate the money. Some people asked Qu Chi's opinion on this matter.

"Airport?" Qu Chi glanced sideways at his family, Qin Shi, who was helping him weigh the cherries in dusty clothes, without the stern and serious look he had during the video conference with his subordinates.

But he likes both styles of Qin Shi very much.

"About eight catties, nine hundred yuan." After Qu Chi finished speaking, the phone immediately rang the notification tone, "Actually, the airport will be officially operational at the end of the year at the latest, and the development of our place will become faster by then, folks If you have spare money in your hands, you can try to invest in advance."

Compared with the villagers who only heard the news, Qu Chi had heard the discussion between Qin Shi and his subordinates during the video conference, and knew the current situation of the airport very well. He even knew that the mayor of Bijiang Town was planning to upgrade the town.

The changes that will be brought about by then will not be a little bit.

It's just that compared with the former's certainty, the latter still has a lot of uncertainty, so Qu Chi didn't say it.

The villagers became excited just after hearing the affirmative answer from Qu Chi.

In their eyes, Qu Chi is a person of great ability, and if he can't say it, it is the real deal, and they immediately imagined it as a reality of the airport traffic at the end of the year.

"How to invest? What if you lose money?"

"My aunt's son lost millions just by speculating in stocks, and the house was sold."

"It's hard to make some money, and I still want to save it for my children."

"Why don't you buy a few facade houses in the town."

The villagers don't know anything about investment. They are used to depositing their money in the bank when it is not necessary. The safest investment they can think of is buying a house.

Hearing Qu Chi's investment suggestion at this time, the brows on his face frowned, but it was almost time for the tourists to enter the village, so they had to leave from the farm.

They all returned home with a few kilograms of cherries on their backs. Before discussing with the family, tourists who entered the village ran in: "Here are ten cherries, and the money will be put on the table for you."

After the previous day's tasting discount, the delicacy of Xishan Village's cherries has spread to tourists who have come and are about to come. Even if the promotion period changes from two yuan to three yuan a piece, it can't stop tourists from wanting to taste it.

Those who are not short of money even rush to the next one to buy after buying this one.

Whoever made the villagers of Xishan Village have the problem of limited purchases.

Less than half an hour after the gate of Xishan Village was opened, the cherries in the hands of the villagers were looted.

The cherries that Qu Chi planted are not small, but they are not too big for a cherries, about forty to fifty per catty.

It's just that when weighing, Qu Chi will erase the odds, and the average is nearly fifty per catty.

Qu Jiayong spent 120 yuan picking eight catties this morning, and sold them for 220 yuan each for [-] yuan, easily earning [-] yuan.

It takes less than an hour every morning to earn nearly 200 yuan, which is a good thing they never thought of before.

After all the cherries in the basket were snatched up, Qu Jiayong went out and hung a sign on the door that the cherries were sold out, and then signaled Aunt Chunying to take out the cherries that had been put away before the tourists came.

The washed cherries were placed on a clean porcelain plate, and Aunt Chunying gave one to her son when she arrived in the living room.

When it was her turn to eat, Aunt Chunying felt a little pain in her flesh, and she couldn't help muttering a few words when eating: "This one is three yuan and I ate it."

Qu Jiayong didn't care about eating at all, but rummaged through the house to find the family passbook, walked back to the living room by touching the savings on it, and discussed with his wife: "What do you think of us buying a house in the town?"

The same dialogue occurs in the homes of many villagers. Whether or not to spend the money saved these days, and how to spend it has become their most troublesome problem.

Even the construction team that came over to start building the school could only distract a small part of their attention.

This kind of discussion lasted in the village for more than a week. Some villagers tried to be ambitious, and basically chose to buy a house, and many people asked where Qu Chi bought it.

Qu Chi made more money than them, and after the investment in the farm returned, he entrusted Qin Shilai with all the proceeds.

In fact, after the two got together, Qu Chi took over a list of assets written in black and white from Qin Shi. Read it several times.

At that time, after reading the list, Qu Chi immediately asked Qin Shi how the money came from. After all, according to Qin Shi, he didn't want any money from the Qin family.

It turned out that Qin Shi's parents left him an inheritance after his death. After Qin Shi's golden hands in investment, he kept doubling and growing, and finally got the amount that Qu Chi saw.

"Boss, I will leave my money to you from now on." Qu Chi hung on Qin Shi's body like a koala at that time, and even wrapped his arms around Qin Shi's neck.

Qin Shi chuckled and said, "These assets are intended to be handed over to you. From now on, mine will be handed over to you for safekeeping, and yours will be handed over to me for safekeeping."

The two enjoyed each other tightly, and from that day on, Qu Chi didn't have to worry about how to keep his money from depreciating in value. He only needed to set aside a short period of time every month to listen to Qin Shi explain the changes in his assets this month.

The topic of the airport and investment lasted for more than a month in Xishan Village before the degree of discussion dropped completely, replaced by news that cherries were sold out, and strawberries and watermelons were gradually ripening.

The expensive cherries brought a lot of income to Xishan Village in the spring. When all the cherries on the trees were picked, the villagers felt a little regretful, but at the same time welcomed the arrival of a new season.

For the children in the village, cherries are delicious, but they do not belong to them after all. The strawberries they take care of every day are more important.

Going to the farm every day to take care of strawberries has become a part of their daily life. They germinate, grow, bloom, and bear fruit. They never miss a step.

And in the process of taking care of strawberries, various interesting things often happen.

The diary assigned by the teacher and the composition to be written during the exam are no longer difficult problems. Even in spare time, I will draw the appearance of strawberries growing every moment in the notebook.

Time passed quickly as the children were looking forward to it. When the school under construction had completed most of the work, the strawberry fruits in the ground also turned a delicious red color, exuding an attractive fruity aroma.

The children who often saw the birds pecking at the fruit in the village, when the strawberries turned slightly red, formed the Strawberry Protection Alliance and started a battle with the birds.

All the children are very clever. Some of them try to put plastic bags on the strawberry seedlings, and some simply use oversized glass bottles to buckle them, and remember to leave a gap.

Some children even moved the scarecrows from the paddy field and inserted them in. Later, Qu Chi taught them to make a few small ones and returned the big scarecrow to the paddy field.

After all, the cats are used to basking in the sun on the scarecrow, and snatched the cat climbing frame for no reason, the little cat was really wronged.

After the children tried their best to defend, they successfully defended the hard-growing strawberries.

On a sunny Saturday, well-dressed children ran around the farm and took a few photos in front of the strawberry fields.

After the sound of clicking sounded continuously, Qu Chi nodded to indicate that the photo had been taken, and the children immediately dispersed and ran towards the target strawberry.

"The strawberries I grow are the reddest!"

"Mine are the hottest."

"My biggest!"

"Look, my strawberry looks like a heart."

The voices of these children became louder as they talked, Qu Chi could only stop them, and in the end he was selected as a judge.

Qu Chi had no choice but to rack his brains to come up with some weird names.

The largest strawberry, the smallest strawberry, the reddest strawberry, and the whitest strawberry are all relatively normal.Then there are the most heart-shaped ones, the oddest ones, the most pointy ones at the bottom, and the widest ones at the top.

Every child happily put the ripe strawberries into the small bamboo baskets they brought, and those who were given a name by Qu Chi were even more reluctant to eat them.

The rest was washed and eaten. Qu Chi didn't ask the children for it, but picked some from the field he planted, and Qin Shixue and the children accompanied the children to taste it.

Ripe strawberries are sweet, almost no sourness can be tasted, and there is a faint milky aroma when you eat it. Once you bite into it, you can't stop it.

The children didn't have any strong resistance, so they just ate them one by one, but after someone proposed to give their parents a taste, the children counted the remaining strawberries in the basket and stopped.

Qu Chi noticed that the silent girl Niuniu ate only one strawberry after picking it, and put the rest in a small basket.

He was about to ask, but Niuniu turned her head and glanced back, and immediately ran back.

It turned out that Qu Dexin, who was picking up the child, came over.

"Niu Niu, are the strawberries delicious?" Qu Dexin opened his arms and pulled Niu Niu, who was running over, into his arms.

Niu Niu sat in her father's arms, like sitting in the strongest cradle, without fear of any danger.She took out the reddest strawberry that Qu Chi had praised from the small basket, and put her hand to her father's mouth.

Qu Dexin smiled even more happily: "Father doesn't eat, Niuniu eats."

Niuniu opened her mouth quietly, struggling to utter a few broken syllables: "Dad... eat..."