80s: Little Sweet Wife

Yan Mingshun walked over and shouted, "Brother Bo Qiang, what's going on?"

This middle-aged man is also surnamed Mo, and he is Yan Mingshun's distant cousin in the row. Mo is the big surname of this village. The name of the village is Mojia Village. Those who had escaped from the famine in the past were not of high status in the village, and they often had to tuck their tails between their tails.

The group of middle-aged men saw the eyebrows wearing denim overalls, white shirts and white sneakers, and their eyes suddenly lit up. The heat on their bodies was relieved. The beautiful and refreshing girl looked seductive.

"I don't know who's the little guests, but they say we are some kind of executioners. Mingshun, you see, how do I cut down trees like this, and if I delay it, today's work will be done in vain."

Mo Bo vigorously said that these people were all he invited to help. Although he didn't need wages, he had to manage lunch and dinner, and he had to owe a big favor. If he couldn't finish it today, he would have to invite these people tomorrow. Now everyone is very busy, how can there be so much spare time to help you chop down trees.

Xiong Mumu shouted: "Yan Mingshun, you can't let them cut down trees. It's not easy for these trees to grow so many, why kill them?"

"Yes, if you want to chop down trees, kill us first, otherwise I will never let you go!"

The little fat man held his big head up and looked at death as if at home. Mo Boqiang and his party were inexplicable when they heard it, but they just cut down a tree. These two children's brains were kicked by the donkey, right?

Mo Boqiang said impatiently: "Ming Shun, they are your guests, you should bring them home quickly, don't delay my efforts!"

"If you don't go back, we have to protect the tree!" Xiong Mumu and Wu Chao shouted in unison.

Meimei is also very distressed about these big trees. It has grown so big for at least several decades. It is really not easy.

Moreover, she recognized these big trees, which are the famous pecan trees, and they have already bear fruit, and the harvest will be harvested in a few months. It is not worth cutting down now!

"The pecan tree is about to be harvested, why are you cutting down the tree?" Meimei asked.

Mo Boqiang smiled bitterly and sighed: "What's the use of harvesting the fruit, the price can't be sold, and no one wants it if it's rotten at home, these trees can only be used as firewood, it's better to cut down mulberry trees, Now the silk market is good, foreigners like it, and it can sell for a good price.”

Meimei also remembered at this time, the snack of pecan was indeed expensive in the past life, but it was also after the late 1990s. Like Torreya, it was not very popular in the 1980s, and it was normal that the price could not be sold.

No wonder Mo Boqiang wants to cut down these trees. Trees that cannot be exchanged for money are waste wood in the eyes of farmers. If they are not cut down and used as firewood, what else can they be used for?

But the problem is that in seven or eight years at most, pecans and silk will fall. Because there are too many people raising silkworms, the silk market has collapsed, and they can’t sell for good prices at all. Lost money, but pecans are slowly gaining momentum, and the price is getting higher and higher.

Meimei remembered that she had a family downstairs in her previous life, because there were dozens of pecan trees in the house, and the annual income was 100 to 200,000 yuan. She also bought a house in Tianjin City, not to mention how moisturizing her small life was. !

"Uncle, listen to me, pecans will definitely make a lot of money for you in the future. If you cut it now, you will definitely regret it in the future!" Meimei advised.

Mo Boqiang laughed. He didn't believe what Meimei said at all. What would the little girl in the city know? It wasn't with those two boys who deliberately tricked him into not cutting down trees!