Hello, 1983

The next morning, Liu Qingshan and his party arrived at Spring City.

This time the speed was the fastest. The main reason was that Li Tie could also drive. The two of them switched to drive, so the speed of course was improved.

Don't look at Li Tie's taciturnity, but when he drove a jeep, he was very wild, and the other people in the car almost vomited.

Just by the way, I went to Erdaohezi first and entered Guangrong Village. Liu Qingshan soon found Laohou's house.

Because that white greenhouse is the only one in the village, it is particularly eye-catching.

That's it, the three of you, it is estimated that you will live here for a year and a half.

Liu Qingshan was the first to get off the bus. He was also a little surprised. He didn't expect that Hou Sange would be very quick and the greenhouses were all built.

Little Senior Brother, don't worry, there will be no problem. No matter how difficult the conditions are, it can still be worse than a cat's ear piercing.

Hu Weiwei got out of the car carelessly. What he said was not unreasonable. He had experienced the battle of life and death and the test of blood and fire. In their eyes, is there any difficulty?

Entering the yard, the big black dog inside began to bark, and it was not until Hou San's father Hou Xilu greeted him that the guy started shaking his head and waving his tail.

Seeing Liu Qingshan, Hou Xilu was stunned at first, but he recognized it quickly, and immediately smiled: Yo, it's the eldest nephew of Qingshan, hurry up and enter the room!

The intimacy he showed really came from the heart. After the plastic greenhouse was built, Hou Xilu was able to see the benefits of this thing.

Now this month, the gardens and fields outside have not yet begun to sow, and they are bare.

But in the greenhouse, the small cabbage and small water radish vegetables he planted in the corners and corners are already tender green, which is really gratifying.

Thinking about how can Hou Xilu not be happy after one year, he can have two plastic greenhouses for nothing?

He kicked the big black dog into the kennel with one foot, and then diligently let Liu Qingshan and others into the garden, Hou Xilu said:

The third son went to the city to buy seeds and flower seedlings. The eldest and the second are waiting for the flower seedlings in the greenhouse. Qingshan, let's go into the house and run such a long way. Are you tired?

Liu Qingshan smiled and waved his hand: Uncle, I'll go to the greenhouse first.

After finishing speaking, he introduced Zhang Long and the others behind him to Hou Xilu: In the future, they will take care of them here.

Sorry for your uncle.

Hou Xilu looked at the three big men, and although he couldn't see what they were, he could still feel the suffocating aura from the three of them.

Especially Zhang Long, who has one arm, even sees the old man Hou with a chill:

These days, those who have broken their arms have either been on the battlefield, or have been mixed, and it is best not to provoke them either.

So he nodded again and again: No trouble, no trouble, I will live at home from now on, it's a family.

Hu Wei talked a lot, looked at the greenhouse, and said with a smile: Little Senior Brother, we will guard this in the future, you can rest assured that not even a fly can fly in.

On the other hand, Li Tie didn't say a word, and when he moved, he went to the greenhouse, started to circle around, and whispered a few words from time to time with Zhang Long beside him.

Liu Qingshan glared at Zheng Wei: Speak less and do more, you are becoming more and more like the second senior brother.

After speaking, under the guidance of Hou Xilu, he entered through the small door of the shed and entered the shed.

The temperature inside is still much higher than outside, and several vents are open, so it doesn't look stuffy.

Liu Qingshan saw Hou San's two brothers at a glance, and there was an old man beside him who was holding a small watering can and carefully watering a piece of ground.

Big brother, second brother.

After Liu Qingshan said hello, Hou Dahou Er remembered who this young man was, and immediately greeted him happily, looking very affectionate.

After chatting for a while, Hou Da pointed to the old man and said, Brother Qingshan, this is Master He. He is a veteran of planting flowers. He retired from the gardening team of Chaoyang Park and was invited by the third child.

Liu Qingshan didn't dare to neglect, and quickly stretched out his hand with a smile: Master He, thank you for your hard work.

The old man looked like he was in his 60s, dressed in working clothes and trousers, spread his hands with a smile, and said somewhat restrainedly, It's all dirt, so there's no need to shake hands.

Haha, the same thing, I also farm at home.

Liu Qingshan didn't care about this either, grabbing the old man's hand and shaking it enthusiastically, bringing the distance a lot closer at once.

After getting to know each other, Master He led Liu Qingshan and the others around the greenhouse.

Liu Qingshan also has a basic understanding of the current scale. It has to be said that Hou San is really working hard. In just over a month, he has acquired more than 200 small flower seedlings.

And it seems that Master He takes good care of them, and they are very strong.

In addition, there are more than a dozen pots of large plants, and several pots are blooming. The trumpet-shaped Clivia flowers are really gratifying to look at.

Finally, there are a few seedlings that have just sprout. Master He said that these are all flower seedlings cultivated with flower seeds.

After another month or two, you can divide the plants into pots.

How many of these seedlings are there?

Liu Qingshan looked at these flower seedlings showing only two little girls, and was full of joy: these are all money.

Green gold bars are not for nothing.

Master He is a very simple and honest old man, with an innocent smile on his face, looking at those tender green buds, his eyes are full of love, just like he is looking at his own children:

There are three hundred and sixty-eight buds in total. One after another, the third son will collect some.

After speaking, he smacked his lips: It's just that the germination rate is a bit low, and it just reached half. Xiao Liu, your investment is not small. The average price of this flower seedling is almost ten dollars a plant.

The cost of a small seedling with two small buds has reached ten dollars.

This is a flower seedling, it's just a small bud hanging a sheet of steel workers, it's all money.

Usually taking care of these flower seedlings, Master He is very careful, for fear that there will be a little mistake, and I am sorry for the monthly salary of 100 yuan.

One hundred yuan, how much is his retirement salary?

Master He, don't worry, just take care of these flower seedlings, you won't lose money.

Liu Qingshan smiled and comforted a few words. These data can accurately pop out from the mouth of the old man, which shows that people really care about it.

Several people were talking when they heard Hou San's voice from outside:

It's the boss, the boss...

The boss is the boss. Don't look at Liu Qingshan, who is now a 17-year-old young man, but his mental age is mature. He is always called brother and brother, and it feels a bit awkward.

When the time is right, it will definitely be a company or something, and it's fine to standardize the name.

Boss? Little Senior Brother, shall we also call you boss in the future?

Hu Wei asked with a smile, and Liu Qingshan didn't bother to pay attention to him either. When he walked out of the greenhouse, he saw Hou San was pushing a 28 bar and rushed into the yard happily.

Two large bamboo baskets were tied on both sides of the bike's load rack.

Hou San had a ragged straw hat on his head, and his face was sweating. With his small physique, it was really hard to ride a bar.

boss!

Hou San set up his bicycle and walked up to him quickly. He hadn't seen him for more than a month. This guy seemed to have lost some weight again, but he was in good spirits.

Brother Hou has worked hard.

Liu Qingshan looked at his troubled appearance, presumably these days, every day, otherwise he wouldn't be able to get back so many flowers and seeds.

Hou San waved his hands again and again: It's not hard, it's not hard, boss, the price of this Clivia is one day a day, and it goes up every day, so people are a little scared.

As he spoke, he lifted the lid of the bamboo basket in his hand, carefully took out a few pots of small flower seedlings from it, placed them on the ground, and said with a painful expression:

These pots of flower faces, a pot of 150, scare people to death.

After speaking, he blinked a few times: Boss, all the money you gave has been spent, and I still have more than 200 yuan left.

Will it run out so soon?

Liu Qingshan was also a little surprised, 10,000 yuan, in this age of per capita monthly income of dozens of yuan, it is a skill to be able to spend this 10,000 yuan.

Boss, I swear to God...

Hou San thought Liu Qingshan was worried about money, he really didn't embezzle a penny.

Haha, spend well, spend it before you can earn it back.

Liu Qingshan laughed for a while, and reached out to pat Hou San on the shoulder.

Only then did Hou San turn from worry to joy, and wiped the sweat from his face:

Boss, you still have the vision to see that Clivia is going to rise. These days, I wander around the city every day and find that many big bosses from other places have begun to enter this business. This is a hot rhythm.

Of course, Liu Qingshan, as an experienced person, is very clear about this point. The merchants all come here for profit, so that the Clivia market has been hyped to the sky.

When the song ended, the value of Clivia plummeted by more than 90%. At that time, it returned to the true value of the flower itself.

Some people made a lot of money, and some people lost their fortunes.

But all of this has nothing to do with flowers like Clivia, but is caused by human greed.

Hou San was also intrigued, and looking around, he whispered to Liu Qingshan:

Boss, as for the large and small flower seedlings in our greenhouse, I conservatively estimate that they can be worth 30,000 to 50,000 yuan. Why don't we consider shipping them?

Hou San was really scared. He was worried that the price of Clivia would plummet, and he finally got a bamboo basket to fetch water.

However, Liu Qingshan smiled and shook his head: We will not ship until after the winter, and now we just need to wait quietly for the flower seedlings to grow.

Hou San kept nodding his head. He was now almost blindly admiring Liu Qingshan and was extremely convinced.

Come, boss, you have the final say.

After Hou San finished speaking, he laughed again: Now on the market, some people call Clivia a green gold bar, and I think it's right.

No wonder Hou San was excited, these flower seedlings contained 20% of his shares, and now they were worth 18,000 yuan.

Thinking that he was about to become a household of 10,000 yuan, Hou San was so excited that he couldn't sleep at night.

Is it green bullion?

Liu Qingshan looked at the little Clivia trees in front of him, the leaves were still tender and green.

But in the eyes of those red-eyed businessmen, these green leaves are all made of gold, and they are so bright that they can dazzle the eyes of blind people, making people intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves.

Liu Qingshan suddenly said faintly in his mouth: Even if we really face so much gold, we must stay awake and never become slaves of money.

What do you mean?

Hou San scratched his hair, he seemed to understand a little bit, but at the same time he didn't seem to understand.

Liu Qingshan pointed to the dilapidated house of Hou Xilu's house: Brother Hou, this is your home. You have your parents and brothers at home. These are more precious than gold.

This time, Hou San seemed to understand, he was stunned for a while, the frenzy in his eyes gradually faded...