My 1995 Small Farm.

"Why didn't you bring your dog this time?"

"I didn't bring them. I came by car and I can't take them with me."

The two dogs are too big to fit in the car, so let them run over here.

It’s not a good thing during the Chinese New Year.

It’s the New Year. I helped take care of the kids for most of last year, so let them have some rest.

"Where is the car parked?"

"It was parked in the town government yard. There are few people there and the place is large, so it's very quiet... This packhorse was borrowed from the town."

"Okay then, wash your hands quickly, and let's get ready to drink."

When the family gets along together, the sense of strangeness and distance has long disappeared.

When they meet, there will be no excessive enthusiasm, nor will there be the kind of polite push and pull that occurs between outsiders.

But there was a smile on their faces that came from the heart.

It's a joy to see my relatives.

Su Ligai and Guo Xinping are sisters-in-law and they don't sit at the table.

They took turns holding Kang Kang and Le Le and teasing them.

"Oh, they are growing so fast. They are about four months old now and they have started to bite people's hands."

"Haha, the two little kids have grown up now. Look, Lele, the fat girl, looks more like Susu, and Kangkang looks more like Susu as well, but their eyebrows and eyes look like Lingzi..."

"Right, the two little kids look different from Ruirui. Ruirui looks more and more like Lingzi. When we were in Chenwangzhuang, the villagers there always said...

Ruirui is exactly like Lingzi when he was a child, except that he is a little fatter and stronger. "

This is true.

Although Ruirui is still young, his frame is strong and sturdy. He is much rounder and stronger than Chen Ling when he was a child.

Especially when you have some flesh on your body, you look chubby and cute.

When Chen Ling was a child, he was a dark boy with bright black eyes, very white teeth, and a clear smile.

Ruirui is mischievous every day and is born with a naughty nature.

At this time, he was following behind Wang Zhenzhen and his two little cousins, pulling the tail of the little yellow dog at home.

Chen Ling and a bunch of big men were just toasting each other at the table.

In fact, most of these New Year's Eve dinners are for people to talk and exchange feelings with an open heart.

Especially when grown men sit together, who wouldn't brag a little? When they drink and get excited, they'll talk even more.

"After going to the city with Lingzi and seeing the world, I realized that the current market environment is really great. We really can't look down on the rich in society.

Every rich person, no matter what, is afraid to spend money.

As long as the product is good, high-end, and has a bit of a foreign feel, it will sell well.”

“That’s right. Nowadays, people say we shouldn’t worship foreign things, but foreign countries are developed, and the things they make are fashionable and good-looking. When people see them and wear them, they feel very proud.

Those rich people are scrambling to buy it.”

"No, brother, that's not what I meant. I was talking about the idea of ​​Lingzi making that T-shirt before, the canning jar transformation or something like that...

In short, if you modify very simple things into something trendy, you can make a lot of money.

It is not the same as worshipping foreign things. As long as our products are good, foreign products cannot compete with ours.

To use the words of you intellectuals, we need to sum up the experience of this success.

In the future, those items that are difficult to sell will be processed.

Make it more fashionable.

It's so difficult for even us to tell the real from the fake.

You'll see, you can definitely make money then."

During this meeting, Wang Qingzhong seemed to have suddenly become enlightened, and his words were extremely insightful.

Chen Ling couldn't help laughing after hearing this.

As expected, Chinese people are smart and quick-witted. They came up with the made-in-China model so early.

Of course, the earliest "made in china" was the transfer of low-end labor-intensive manufacturing industries from abroad.

They just come here and open low-end factories here, and make our people work like slaves.

Later, gradually, there were more and more pirated copies.

Same logo, same popular style, still as fashionable as ever.

The price is cheap and the quality is good.

This is true in every industry.

Many people have become rich in this way.

"What the second brother said does make sense."

Chen Ling laughed: "But, there aren't that many cheap things like T-shirts. We still have to do it formally in the future."

What is a T-shirt?

Those are defective products, unwanted fabrics and clothes, T-shirts and shoulder bags that have been remade into something else.

Chen Ling went to the garment factory to buy by weight.

One pull makes it a tractor.

Collected as garbage.

This kind of bargain requires timing.

If you specifically choose to do this, then just wait and wait for pie to fall from the sky, there won't be so many good things like this.

"For example, the new drink I developed for the instant noodle factory before the New Year, I won't talk about the advantages of the formula, that actually doesn't matter...

What matters is the style and quality of the bottle.

The bottle should be stylish, streamlined and beautiful, look high-end, and can be used as a cup after drinking. "

Chen Ling was talking about Liang Yuemin’s company, whose beverages sold like hot cakes before the New Year.

This drink is very low cost.

Each time I cook a large pot, the equipment uses a sealed furnace and can be filled directly.

As much as you want.

Whether the taste is strong or light depends on the amount of water and the ratio of sugar.

Instead, more costs will be spent on bottle design and production.

"And my salted duck eggs are selling very well in the city. That's accumulated day by day. Regular customers know the quality, and good things don't have trouble selling."

Many of Chen Ling’s chicken and duck eggs are nutritional supplements given as gifts. Most of them are sent to hospitals or used to visit the elderly and children.

"However, just before the New Year, I sent some to my young apprentice, and my mother reminded me to squeeze some walnut oil for him after they returned to Beijing.

I made some packaging boxes, which are very beautiful gift boxes.

I heard that they have a friend who owns a house that specializes in receiving gifts. If he sells them, the salted duck eggs and walnut oil there can be dozens of times more expensive than here.”

A man relies on his clothes and a horse relies on his saddle.

Now Chen Ling has gradually begun to pay attention to the importance of packaging. In the past, he was lazy and would just find something to sell when he didn't have enough money.

More casual.

In fact, I think it’s troublesome to think too much.

But now, his business has accidentally grown big, and some people are worrying and troubled about him.

All he needs to do is to "give some advice" or come up with a couple of nice designs.

He doesn't need to do other troublesome things.

Then just do whatever is best.

After all, he felt that many of his good things were sold at a loss.

For example, chicken and duck eggs. The free-range eggs of later generations are half as expensive as eggs from ordinary feed.

But what about special eggs?

Aren’t Chen Ling’s own chicken and duck eggs better than any specially supplied chicken and duck eggs?

It was really sold at a low price before.

After the Chinese New Year, he decided to take some free time to do all these things.

Anyway, he is a famous brand now, and many people come to him to do things and want to cooperate with him.

"Okay, okay, Qingzhong has finally come to his senses. When you and Lingzi talk about business, I can't get a word in. You even praise me for my high level of education. What am I?

My level is so low now that I am about to fall into the ravine."

Wang Qingwen raised his glass and said.

Everyone laughed and drank.

"Brother, what you said is true. Everyone has their own strengths. If you ask us to teach students, we will definitely be at a loss."

At this time, Wang Cunye brought the fried braised pig ears and braised pig head to the table.

This was a skill he learned from Chen Ling in Chenwangzhuang.

This thing is cheap and goes well with wine. It can be eaten cold or hot after braising, and it has a unique flavor after frying. The old man likes it very much.

Seeing his son and son-in-law talking happily, he quickly sat down and began to join in the conversation.

"Lingzi, you can speak in a roundabout way now. You wouldn't praise me like this before..."

When Chen Ling heard what his brother-in-law said, he rolled his eyes in his heart. The past is the past. You beat me so hard before, how could I say anything nice to you?

But this is just what I thought in my mind.

He smiled and said, "Brother, what you said is true. Actually, you and your second brother are both famous for your talents and are both good at studying. You can see it from Zhenzhen. Our family is full of talents for studying.

All of this was restricted and delayed by the previous social conditions.

Susu and I were thinking, after the New Year, we’ll see if we can find a university to take classes...”

"Ah? Going to college?"

The two brothers were stunned for a moment.

Wang Cunye also stopped eating with his chopsticks and was stunned.

"Yes, didn't you write essays before? When the time comes, you can sort them out, or write something when you have free time, and I will find someone to publish it for you.

If you can write some collections of essays or stories, publishing them won’t be a problem.”

Chen Ling said with a smile: "Brother, your writing is much better than mine. I remember the sentence you wrote... The scream was like a sharp blade cutting through the sky, and then exploded above our heads, with fragments shooting into the distance...

Susu showed me the yellowed composition book, and I read it for half an afternoon with great interest. "

Wang Qingwen has written some things before. Although he is a math teacher, he also has some literary dreams in his heart.

He wrote about the funeral of an elder in the village that he witnessed when he was a child.

A bit spooky.

The kind that is possessed by a ghost.

Also, when the body was buried, it frightened people by appearing to be dead.

But as it was New Year’s Day, Chen Ling did not elaborate on the details.

He only said one sentence that left a deep impression on me.

But just this one sentence made Wang Qingwen extremely excited: "You, you can still remember what I wrote..."

Who doesn't want to be recognized?

Wang Qingwen was no exception and continued to ask: "I really want to write something recently, but my essays are said by other teachers to be whining without reason. Can they really be published?"

"Yes, rest assured."

Chen Ling raised his glass with a confident look on his face: "Come on, drink, just write."

Wang Qingwen's prose is indeed a bit hazy and obscure, and has a touch of whining.

But the short story was really well written.

Full of supernatural atmosphere.

Chen Ling admired him very much.

He felt that he was very talented and his Chinese grades were always among the best in high school.

But his writing style is still far inferior to that of my brother-in-law.

The main reason is that my brother-in-law is serious. He can spend half a year to write a story and is willing to spend time thinking about, revising and polishing it.

of course……

That was before we got married.

Now with Chen Ling's encouragement, he regained his confidence.

Chen Ling never tells lies or brags in this regard.

With Zhao Yubao around, publishing and releasing information are no longer small issues.

And then there is...

Chen Ling himself also thought that his local folk tales and legends could be carried forward through his elder brother-in-law in the future.

Wolf paws, yellow-throated martens, the more evil things are, the more worth writing about.

He lacks this kind of imagination and cannot write. He can only record facts.

……

Pushing the cup and changing the cup, it's fun.

It was lively until the afternoon.

Wang Qingwen finally couldn't help it, and didn't care whether it was the New Year or not, and said directly: "We often go to Zhuguo County next door. I heard that there are things in the mountains over there that have set up a stage in the mountains."

Fenglei Town is at the very edge of Lingyun County. Few people here go to Lingyun County, and most go to the neighboring Zhuguo County.

It is very close and can be reached in half a day's walk leading a packhorse.

"Are the platforms made of mountain things? Animals? Earthen platforms? Or stone ones?"

Chen Ling was stunned for a moment. No, brother, I mean the artistic processing of folk legends. Could such a weird thing really exist?

"The dirt platform is said to be built by ghosts. You can't pass by it at night. If you pass by it at night, you will get lost and go around in circles, and you will be trapped in a ghost wall and can't get out."

Wang Qingwen said seriously, "There are so many strange things in the mountains. Dad knows even more. Didn't you wait there every day to listen to his stories?" (End of this chapter)