sinovels Chapter 105 Villagers
Chapter 105 Villagers
Chapter 105 Villagers
Zhou Rui's words once again changed his father's perspective.
How come this guy has so many strange and unusual ideas?
We just acquired the tea plantation, and now we're already preparing to plant rapeseed?
Zhou Shiwei tried his best to keep his thinking up.
"That's true, but wouldn't it be too risky to do both at the same time? We still have money, though."
"But planting rapeseed is not a small expense, not to mention that the future management of the tea garden will also require money."
Zhou Shiwei's considerations were very practical. He had ambition in his heart, but he also had to think more about his family.
With so many people in his family, and Zhou Xing coming back when school starts, there will be ten people in total, which is why he has to think ahead.
Zhou Rui understood his father's good intentions, but he was no longer the same person he was when he was first reborn.
Recently, he has seriously considered this question: whether to give up one thing and focus solely on the tea plantation, or to do both.
His final conclusion was...
All.
He calculated that his family still had a considerable amount of cash reserves, and with the expected income coming in, they still had some ability to withstand risks.
In addition, we also have some wild Gastrodia elata that we've kept hidden away.
The spring tea picking season is not far off, so there won't be many expenses at the end of the year.
"Dad, I've thought about it. Once Uncle Zhao sells the musk, our family will have another sum of money, so—"
Zhou Shiwei nodded and made a decision immediately.
"Okay, let's do it this way. Dad doesn't understand any policies, but as long as you want to do it and don't mess it up, then go for it!"
"After the autumn harvest, plant rapeseed."
The two decision-makers in the Zhou family have already reached an agreement.
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Zhou Rui was not surprised by his father's attitude. His previous actions had already explained a lot, and the family was united. So as long as things were explained, his father would not stand in the way.
When he got home, Grandpa didn't go out, but a lot of old men came to visit.
Among them was Old Xia, who loved playing chess but wasn't very good at it.
The two of them took out both chess sets and used them. Zhou Yong'an also put on the radio and turned the volume up very high.
This was something Zhou Rui specifically said; he told his grandfather not to worry about battery depletion and that he could just buy more when the batteries ran out.
The old man listened to half of it and turned it on a couple more times, but he didn't keep it on for long each time. He usually turned it off after listening for half an hour.
Sure enough, as soon as the storytelling on the radio ended, Zhou Yong'an reached out and turned it off.
This scene left Old Xia, who was playing chess with him, somewhat frustrated.
"Grandpa Zhou, you're so stingy, your house is overflowing with gold! You're turning off the radio already?"
Zhou Yong'an just chuckled, his withered hand reaching into the chessboard to make a move, instantly turning Old Xia's already losing position into a winning one.
Because his last horse was captured, all of his "chariots, horses, and cannons" were thus destroyed.
"General! Old Xia, you've lost again."
Zhou Yong'an checkmated his opponent without any hesitation, and looked at Old Xia with a smile. This was the third time his opponent had lost in this short period of play.
While the chess pieces were being rearranged, Zhou Yong'an said, "It's not easy for the kids to earn money. This old man can't help much, so every little bit saved counts."
Old Xia, whose face was originally a sour color because he lost the game, couldn't help but nod slightly.
"Grandpa, are you playing chess?"
Zhou Rui stepped forward and massaged his grandfather's back.
Zhou Yong'an laughed even more heartily.
Since around noon, quite a few old men have come to the door. Finally, Old Xia also came with his chess set and radio.
Seeing that Zhou Yong'an had a set of chess pieces, Old Xia gave his set to others to play, while he and Zhou Yong'an enjoyed it all to themselves.
Just then, seeing that Zhou Yong'an had turned off the radio, he turned his own back on and continued playing it.
Looking at the lively scene in the courtyard in front of his house, Zhou Rui felt very happy.
Not only were there old men, but he also saw three or five women who had come looking for Zeng Jiamei. The women were either doing needlework or making cloth shoes, chatting about everyday things.
People are ultimately realistic, which perfectly illustrates the saying:
No one asks the poor in the downtown area, and the rich has distant relatives in the mountains.
When the Zhou family was in decline, there was hardly a soul at their doorstep, and few people would greet them politely on the street.
In contrast, nowadays, even a bustling crowd is respected when walking on the street.
Zhou Rui was deeply moved by the unpredictability of life; who could have imagined that they were almost starving before, but are now on the verge of a comfortable life?
Life in the countryside is peaceful and slow-paced. The people's lives revolve around daily necessities, marriage, and having children.
The Zhou family had a rare day of leisure; everyone was free from their busy schedules and enjoyed a good rest.
Some played chess, some read books, while Zhou Rui would sometimes "give pointers" to his grandfather and review chess games, and other times he would talk to Zhou Shiwei about his life's most important matter.
Of course, Zhou Rui was forced to go and talk.
Such a life was what Zhou Rui had dreamed of in his previous life: peace and tranquility for his family, and a peaceful, idyllic rural life.
When it was time for dinner that evening, Zhou Rui shared his thoughts with his family again.
Most of them didn't understand any policies or systems; they just knew to let Zhou Shiwei and his son make arrangements and do as they were told.
They were very harmonious, and they didn't ask why, because Zhou Shiwei and his son were very trustworthy. Once they made a decision, it was the whole family's decision.
And so, a seemingly absurd yet meticulously planned dual scheme took root and sprouted.
That night, Zhou Rui didn't think about anything and slept soundly and peacefully.
He also had a dream in which the tea plantation's output increased dramatically, the tea sales were unimpeded, and the tea price soared, making his family a fortune.
He also dreamed that he used the money he earned from tea and rapeseed to build two two-story bungalows.
On the first day of the eighth lunar month, around 8 a.m., it was cloudy and the weather was not good, with no sunshine.
Zhou Rui woke up.
Turning her head to look at the bed next to her, she still couldn't see Zhou Ming, who must have gotten up long ago.
Zhou Rui scratched his head, coughed twice, got up, dressed, and went out of the room.
Outside, Grandpa and Grandma went for a walk in the village as usual to get some exercise.
Only Zeng Jiamei was sweeping the house, while Yang Laidi was sharpening pencils next to her daughter Zhou Guoer.
It looks like Dad, Uncle, and my brother went to work again, because although the weather was bad, it wasn't raining.
Zhou Rui silently reminded himself that he wasn't lazy, but had more important things to do, hmm—although it seemed like there wasn't much to do today.
Then Zhou Rui went to wash his face as usual.
After washing his face, Zhou Rui sat idly waiting for the time to pass. He was waiting for the first quality intelligence report to refresh and see what it would be like.
Twenty or thirty minutes is a short time, but it felt like an eternity to Zhou Rui today.
Fortunately, time doesn't stop, and it's already nine o'clock.
Zhou Rui looked at the clock in the room; it was already 9:02. It wasn't a problem with the intelligence system, but rather that the clock in his house was inaccurate.
This is the norm.
Finally, Zhou Rui felt something new appear in his mind, and soon he clearly perceived a piece of information emerging in his mind.