The town's bazaar was a place to buy and sell livestock. It was an alley about two hundred meters long. Both sides of the alley were filled with chickens and ducks in cages. There were also small dogs, rabbits, and pigeons for people to choose from. The chickens and ducks defecated everywhere, so the entire alley was filled with a pungent smell.
Standing on the roof of a building, Ji Siying, who was holding an umbrella and looking down at Xiao Luo, couldn't help but frown. She couldn't stand the smell. If it weren't for Xiao Luo, she would have left immediately.
Xiao Zhiyuan was deeply hit by Xiao Luo's words. What he insisted on could be criticized by others, and he could laugh it off. But his own son actually said so, which hurt him a lot.
"Dad, seven years, you have persisted for seven years, but your hard work has not been rewarded much. Every time I see you busy on the farm, get up early and go to bed late, no matter wind or rain. Mom has to feed the pigs and clean up the pig manure every day. I really feel distressed."
Even though he knew it would hurt his father, Xiao Luo had to say it now. His parents were busy all year round, especially during the holidays. They were extremely busy, rain or shine. He didn't want his parents to be so tired. Although it was right to have dreams, if they were going in the wrong direction, they would only get further and further away from their dreams.
"Dad, you can refuse my help, but you can't refuse me as a son to provide a better life for you!" Xiao Luo said.
Every sentence was from the bottom of his heart. His parents' lives were like cattle and sheep. How could he feel at ease? Every year when he came back, he could see the traces of time on his parents' faces deepening. He didn't have the ability before, but now he has enough ability, so all this must be changed.
Hua Heying's eyes were red, and she wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes. Seven years of tiredness, she had never complained. For Xiao Zhiyuan's dream, she worked hard without complaint, getting up early and working late.
If she couldn't carry the load, then she would carry it slowly; if she couldn't deliver a pig, then she would learn; cutting fish grass, plowing the ground, burying soil, planting vegetables …
She did almost all the chores of a rural woman, dirty, tiring, and bitter … These chores made her shoulders stronger and gave her more strength. However, it also made her skin rougher, making her look more aged than other women her age.
Are you tired?
Of course it was tiring, but she had to follow her husband's dream. Her husband's dream was her dream. Not to mention just tiring her out, even if it took ten years of her life, she would not regret it. Now that her son had put all of this out in the open, there was an indescribable bitterness and pain, and tears gushed out uncontrollably.
When Xiao Zhiyuan saw his wife crying, his furrowed brows slowly relaxed. In fact, he had long realized his selfishness, but he didn't want to be looked down upon. He wanted to prove himself, but at this moment, he realized how cruel and unfair he was to his wife.
Seven years had passed, and his farm business was still in its infancy. His annual net profit was only fifty to sixty thousand.
Perhaps, his son was right. His business model was really wrong!
"Well, if you can sell these fifty ducks in half an hour, the farm will be up to you." Xiao Zhiyuan said.
Hua Heying pushed Xiao Zhiyuan and said angrily, "Even when the business is at its best, you can only sell fifty ducks a day. Now you want your son to sell fifty ducks in half an hour. Aren't you deliberately embarrassing your son?"
Xiao Zhiyuan said innocently, "I didn't ask for it, he asked for it himself."
"Your son doesn't know the market at home, so the positioning is a bit inaccurate. I say that your son can sell one in half an hour. It's enough to show your son's ability." Hua Heying said righteously.
"You're throwing too much water." Xiao Zhiyuan was speechless.
"When did I throw the water? Your son doesn't know as many people at home as you. If he can sell one in half an hour, he's definitely much better than you. Isn't that the truth?" Hua Heying said.
Being belittled by his wife, Xiao Zhiyuan's heart was full of anger.
He turned his back and snorted, "Well, I don't want to argue with a woman like you."
Xiao Luo shook his head and laughed, "Dad, Mom, don't argue. Just do as I said, sell fifty ducks in half an hour."
He wanted his father to completely let go of the pride in his heart and accept his help.
Xiao Zhiyuan glanced at him meaningfully.
Hua Heying said worriedly, "Son, don't show off!"
"Mom, I'm not showing off, you have to believe me." Xiao Luo smiled slightly.
Xiao Zhiyuan said coldly, "It's good to have confidence, but you can't be blindly confident. This is the market. Our family's ducks are mature old ducks. The feeding cycle is relatively long. All of them are waiting for their feathers to be changed before they are sold. Naturally, the price is higher. Many people think the ducks are good, but they are scared away by the price.
It's not that they can't afford it, but the rural people's thrifty ideas dominate their behavior. They would rather spend less money to buy ducks that are still growing than spend more money to buy old ducks that are mature and more delicious. It's absolutely impossible to sell fifty ducks in half an hour. "
"I'll try, Dad. Help me remember the time."
Xiao Luo smiled indifferently, then stepped over the cage and walked to the aisle where people were coming and going.
The middle-aged woman who said that buying a white-headed duck was unlucky turned back at this time. Maybe she didn't make up her mind and still needed to think about it.
Xiao Luo reached out and stopped her: "Big sister, do you want to buy a duck for the New Year?"
The middle-aged woman was stunned for a moment, then said, "I want to buy a duck, but your family has too many white-headed ducks. I won't consider it."
"Big sister, white-headed duck is not an unlucky symbol. On the contrary, it represents holiness and auspiciousness. It's not good to be completely black."
"White represents a funeral and is related to death. How can it become auspicious in your mouth? Get out of the way. I don't want to listen to your nonsense." The middle-aged woman reprimanded Xiao Luo.
"Although white represents a funeral, what is the purpose of doing a funeral? Isn't it also for the deceased ancestors to bless the descendants in the world so that the descendants can live better?" Xiao Luo said.
The middle-aged woman was furious: "You are simply inverting black and white. What makes you say that?"
"I am a fortune-teller and I can see people's faces. Naturally, I am qualified to say that. If big sister doesn't believe me, I can show you my ability. Let me guess your predecessor. What do you think?" Xiao Luo maintained a faint smile on his face.
"Guess me?"
The middle-aged woman's eyes showed a trace of contempt. Obviously, she didn't believe him.
"Well, let me try. Big sister should have been a government … official …"
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