kingnovel Chapter 755: Four sons cannot support a farmer
Chapter 755: Four sons cannot support a farmer
Chapter 755: Four sons cannot support a farmer father
Ye Changqing looked towards the door of Ma Xiangfu's house. It was dark at night and his vision was blurry.
But I could vaguely see a person standing at the door, and behind him there was a dark shadow, more than a person's height, and I had no idea what it was.
He stood up and dusted off his butt: “Finally, someone is back.
Let’s go over and talk.”
As he spoke, he walked quickly towards the man. As he got closer, he found that the man was also hunched over, and there was an inexplicable sense of familiarity about him.
Only two or three meters away, he finally recognized the old man who had fainted on the riverbank.
Behind the old man was the mugwort he had cut. The mugwort was tied into bundles more than a person tall, and then tied to a small cart with two ropes.
Ye Changqing was surprised to see that this old man was actually cutting mugwort in the field and had only just come back.
At such an old age.
I have persisted until now.
He felt a little uncomfortable: "Old man, why... did you come back now?
Your body won’t be able to bear it.”
The old man turned around with the key in one hand, took a step forward, squinted his eyes, and stretched his neck to look carefully.
He recognized her: “It’s…it’s you.
Why are you here..."
At this point, he suddenly became alert: "Let me tell you first, I just have heatstroke, I can wake up even if you don't save me.
If you ask for money on the 4th, I don’t have a penny.”
Ye Changqing was speechless. This old man was quite smart and thought he was here to ask for money.
He smiled and explained, "I'm not here to ask for money."
The old man took a step back and said, "If you want anything else, I don't have it. My family is very poor.
I'm just an old man alone, but my son might come back.
My son came back today.
I think they are almost entering the village."
Ye Changqing smiled and said: "I don't want anything. First of all, let me introduce myself. I am from the farming family.
My last name is Ye Changqing. You can call me Xiao Ye.
I came to Majiazhuang to look for the successor of the farming family.
The successor of this generation is called Ma Xiangfu. May I ask if you are Mr. Ma Xiangfu?"
Farmer?
Ma Xiangfu was stunned for a moment, and said in surprise: "I am Ma Xiangfu, and I am considered to be from the Nongmen branch. Besides me, there are other people from the Nongmen branch. Are you really from the Nongmen branch?
You are so young, are you willing to be a farmer?"
Ye Changqing smiled and said, "My parents are farmers, and I was born a farmer.
Whether they like it or not, they are all farmers.”
Ma Xiangfu looked at Ye Changqing and nodded approvingly: "It's rare for young people to be willing to be farmers.
You are very good, wait until I open the door.
I'll get you some water."
As he spoke, he turned around and opened the door, then turned to pull the cart full of mugwort behind him.
Ye Changqing hurried over to help. When he reached out to pull it in, he found it was very heavy. It was hard to imagine how the old man pulled it back from such a long distance.
Wait until the mugwort is spread out in the yard.
The old man led Ye Changqing and Qian Cheng into the room.
The lights were on in the room. The furniture was a bit old, with the red paint peeling off and the sofa showing some damage, but the room was very clean.
After they sat down, the old man began to ask Ye Changqing: "What do you want to talk to me about?"
Ye Changqing smiled and said, "Yes, there is something very important.
I would like to ask, does the Ma family have any successors? "
successor?
Ma Xiangfu was stunned for a moment, then shook his head somewhat dejectedly: "Successor~~"
He uttered two words with a sigh, as if many words were contained in them. Ye Changqing remained silent, looking at the old man, waiting for him to continue.
Ma Xiangfu was silent for a long time, then sighed, "Alas, these days, everyone goes to the city, who wants to be a farmer anymore?
Nowadays, if a child goes to school and someone says that his father is a farmer, he will feel ashamed.
Farming... has become a shameful profession now."
Ye Changqing frowned. This sentence was unpleasant to hear, but... it was also pertinent.
He didn't think being a farmer was shameful, and he knew that many people didn't think being a farmer was shameful.
Farming is just a profession.
If no one farms, won’t everyone starve to death?
But there are all kinds of people in the world, and many people respect the clothes first and then the people.
He looked down on farmers. From the old man's words, he felt that he must have had painful experiences.
He organized his words before speaking: "The wheat variety cultivated by the Ma family, Fumai, is the most productive variety in the world.
The record has not been broken to date.
In fact, the whole world should be grateful to you, the Ma family, and to you."
grateful?
Ma Xiangfu muttered these two words with a bitter face: "The word 'gratitude' is a joke.
They all talk big.
Have you ever seen anyone actually do it?"
When the old man said this, his tone gradually became higher, his emotions became a little excited, his breathing became faster, and his face became flushed.
Ye Changqing felt that he had said something wrong, and smiled to comfort him: "Let's not talk about this anymore, let's talk about something else.
Are you still growing Fumai?"
A bright light flashed from Ma Xiangfu's pale yellow eyes: "Plant, must plant.
The thing I am most proud of in my life is growing wheat.
This is also the most impressive thing about my Ma family.
I have been hungry. It was a bad year, the fields were dry, and the grain production was severely reduced. It was really painful to have no food to eat.
Later, I felt at ease when I saw the bumper harvest of grain in the fields.
If you have food in your hands, you will not be worried.
It’s a pity that everyone now has food to eat, and everyone wants to eat good food.
Many people are tired of eating steamed buns, dumplings, and noodles.
They want to eat bread, seafood, and stir-fried vegetables.
So now no one cares whether farmers have a good harvest or a poor one. Even if I grow 1000 kilograms of wheat per mu, breaking the historical record again, no one will care.
Ye Changqing suddenly had a bad feeling: "So, your family's research on Fumai has no one to inherit it?"
Ma Xiangfu said with a worried look on his face: "Yes, the Ma family's Fumai has no successor."
Should have thought of it earlier.
Ye Changqing felt that he was asking an unnecessary question.
This old man not only has no successor, he probably has no descendants.
If he had children, he wouldn't have to cut mugwort under the scorching sun in such hot weather.
He felt that the old man was lonely and pitiful. As soon as this thought came to his mind, he suddenly remembered what the old man said at the door.
The old man said his child had already arrived at the village entrance.
He smiled bitterly, it seemed that he was overthinking it. He checked his phone and saw that more than 20 minutes had passed and his child still hadn't come back.
He smiled and said, “I remember you said that your child was almost at the village entrance, right?
Why haven't you come back yet?"
Ma Xiangfu laughed and said, "I lied to you. I thought you saved me and asked me for money.
I was worried that you would blackmail an old man like me, so I said my son was back.
Just to scare you."
Ye Changqing was stunned when he heard this. This old man was really cunning. "So, you don't have any children, right?"
He has confirmed that the old man has no children.
But the Ma family's Fumai must find someone to inherit it.
He began to think about feasible solutions.
Ma Xiangfu frowned and said, "Who said I don't have children? I have four children.
The eldest is a master's degree holder, the second and third are graduate students, and the fourth is a doctorate holder.
They are all social elites and pillars of the country!"
Ye Changqing's eyes widened: "Are you telling the truth?"
He couldn't believe that he had four such powerful sons.
No one cares about him.
Let him cut mugwort under the scorching sun.
Ma Xiangfu glared and said, "What are you talking about? Is this true?
Let me tell you, my eldest son is an official and a section chief in the provincial capital.
My second son is in real estate and is a big boss.
My third son is a manager in a company, working as a human resources manager.
My fourth son is a high-tech talent, working in artificial intelligence. I may be a farmer, but each of my children is more promising than the last!
Ye Changqing was surprised when he heard this: "Old man, are you telling the truth?"
A farmer supports the sons of officials, big bosses, managers, and technological elites.
Four sons cannot support a farmer father.
The old man was forced to cut mugwort under the scorching sun and fainted on the ground.
This is too bizarre and unreasonable.
He simply couldn't believe it.