In the afternoon, Wang Peng came to Zhang Wenyuan's house early to ask about ways to make money.
"Handsome, I'm here to earn money with you. As long as it was a handsome guy's idea, it would definitely work. If I, Wang Peng, frowned, I would be a coward.”Wang Peng had just entered the courtyard when he saw Zhang Wenyuan lying on the couch and shouted passionately.
"What are you shouting for?" Zhang Wenyuan stood up and patted the back of his head. He laughed and scolded," You still want to climb a mountain of knives and go down a frying pan? Have you watched too many gangster movies? Come with me to plant trees first."
Zhang Wenyuan grabbed a able-bodied man and went to the orchard to plant the remaining fruit trees in the empty space. With outsiders around, Zhang Wenyuan did not pour the spirit spring water into the tree pit. Zhang Wenyuan did not plan to tell the secrets of the small world even to the people closest to him. It was not because he did not trust him, but because it was better for fewer people to know about secrets. Moreover, he was not afraid of accidentally revealing his mouth or revealing any abnormalities, causing unnecessary trouble or even danger. Therefore, Zhang Wenyuan decided to keep the secret of the small world in his heart. The two of them soon finished planting all the saplings and watered them with ordinary river water.
After planting the fruit trees, Zhang Wenyuan asked Wang Peng to help move the saw table, planer, and other woodworking equipment stored in the room where the farm tools and groceries were stored in the back room to the wing room and clean them. He applied some oil to the machine, plugged it in, and checked the machine's operation. Fortunately, it was working normally. Wang Peng was helping out at the side, cutting a few simple push-lid wooden boxes that could be used to store things separately. He had not touched wood for a few years, so he felt that his craftsmanship had become much rusty. Zhang Wenyuan was quite fond of woodworking, a skill that could create things. He especially had a soft spot for carving, so he was prepared to pick up his craft again and use it as a pastime.
After tidying up the wooden box, Zhang Wenyuan still had a use for it. Seeing that there was still some good red wood left, Zhang Wenyuan, who couldn't bear to waste it, had an idea and took out a carving knife. Zhang Wenyuan's large hand flew up and down like a butterfly. To Wang Peng, who was beside him, the carving knife in Zhang Wenyuan's hand seemed to have a life of its own. It left afterimages in the air, and wood chips fell one after another. In a moment, the pillar-shaped wooden block turned into a lifelike little girl. The little girl was dressed in a princess dress. She put her finger to her mouth, and the curious expression on her face seemed to come alive. After the carving was completed, Zhang Wenyuan looked at Yaya's statue. He was both proud and surprised.
The reason why he was able to carve Yaya to such perfection was that he had completely imprinted Yaya's figure and demeanor in his heart. However, he was a little surprised by his previous state. Although Marshal Zhang's carving skills were good, he had not reached this level. He had just entered a wonderful realm, as if he had become one with the carving knife, making it like an arm, and could express what he wanted in his heart. As for why his skills had suddenly improved, Zhang Wenyuan could only attribute it to the fact that the small world had greatly improved the quality of his body, allowing his reaction speed and control of his strength to improve. Moreover, their attitudes and life experiences were completely different.
"Handsome, do you know how to use Little Li Flying Dagger?”Wang Peng, who was beside him, closed his mouth and asked foolishly.
"In the future, don't call me 'Handsome.' Just call me 'Marshal' or 'Big Brother'.”Zhang Wenyuan frowned. It was fine for beautiful women, but being called "handsome" by a man all day gave her goosebumps.
"Why? Isn't this good?”
"There are so many whys. If I tell you to change, then change. Don't talk nonsense.”
"Alright, then I'll just call you 'Big Brother'. It's closer than' Great Commander'.”Wang Peng smacked his lips and said," Right, you haven't told me if I know Little Li Flying Dagger.”
Zhang Wenyuan walked towards the front yard and casually said,"" I even know how to use the Eighteen Long Palms. I can blast Mt. One Finger to pieces. Do you believe me?”
Wang Peng muttered in confusion,"That's impossible, right?”
It was getting dark and dinner was almost ready. Yaya sat alone on the brick bed in the bedroom and watched TV. Zhang Wenyuan gave her the wood carving, and she screamed in surprise. The smile on her face was dazzling. She climbed onto Zhang Wenyuan's lap and kissed him on the face as a reward.
Wang Peng patted the back of the black-and-white television and complained,""What kind of lousy TV is this?”As he said that, he slapped hard.
Zhang Wenyuan didn't pay attention to it. There were quite a few such televisions a few years ago, but now, they had long gone around a corner in history. Usually, when the image was not clear, it would get better after a few slaps, so Wang Peng patted the body. This guy was using all his strength to hit him, but Zhang Wenyuan didn't care. It was a waste that should have been thrown away a long time ago. After selling the medicine this time, he would buy a new color TV.
After dinner, Zhang Wenyuan asked Wang Peng to stay for dinner. Wang Peng looked a little down at the dinner table, mainly because Jiang Xiaomei was present. Wang Peng had been beaten up by Jiang Xiaomei many times when he was young. He probably still had a trauma in his heart. When he saw her, he was like a mouse seeing a cat. He was very obedient.
The next day, Jiang Xiaomei was ready to return to school. There were only three days off for National Day, and she had to tutor the child in the afternoon.
Early in the morning, Ya Ya ran to the back room with the wood carving and told Zhang Wenyuan.
"Daddy, auntie wants Yaya's little wooden doll. Can you make one for auntie?”
Zhang Wenyuan nodded and said,"Okay, make one for your aunt too."”
He came to the wing room, held the knife, and began to cut after thinking for a while. After a while, a short-haired, young beauty in jeans appeared in front of him with her hands in her pockets. This one was not as vivid as Yaya's, mainly because her figure was not as deep as Yaya's.
Ya Ya carried the two wooden puppets and ran back to the front room. She gave them to her aunt and said,""Auntie, Yaya asked Daddy to make one for you too. Don't ask for Yaya's anymore, okay?”
Jiang Xiaomei said reluctantly,"Alright, Auntie doesn't want yours anymore. But in the future, when your father carves again, you must let him make another one, understand?”
"Yes!" Xiao Ya nodded vigorously.
After breakfast, Jiang Xiaomei said to Zhang Wenyuan as she sent her off.
"Don't think that I'll forgive you just because you gave me a rotten wood carving. If you still treat my sister badly in the future, I'll always have a way to deal with you. Do you believe me?”
Zhang Wenyuan smiled but didn't say anything.
Jiang Yazhi quickly glanced at Zhang Wenyuan's expression, blocked Jiang Xiaomei's finger pointing at Zhang Wenyuan, shook her head, and waved her hand to signal him to leave quickly.
Jiang Xiaomei shook her hair and carried the pine cake that her sister had baked last night, and perhaps the wooden puppet. She turned around and left.
Zhang Wenyuan spent the rest of the day trimming the fruit trees in the orchard. During this period, he extracted some spirit spring water and diluted it many times with well water. Then, he watered the newly planted fruit trees to ensure that they could completely survive and not cause any changes that exceeded the laws of nature.
His wife had been learning by the side. Cultivating fruit trees was not an easy task. Just the trimming alone had many tricks up its sleeves. Different fruit trees had different methods of trimming, and the length and time of trimming were also different. This season was suitable for cutting short grape trees. Those taller cherry trees, walnut trees, and the like had to wait until after autumn and winter when the leaves fell.
Zhang Wenyuan looked at his wife's distressed expression and said,""Are you feeling sorry for the branches that you cut off?”
Jiang Yazhi blushed and shook her head. Zhang Wenyuan was stunned by the beautiful scenery in front of him. Then, he coughed and explained.
"Most of the grape trees planted in the orchard are dwarf saplings. There are few gaps between the plants, and the roots are small and shallow. The competition between the trees is fierce. It is difficult to absorb water and nutrients. If the extra branches are not trimmed, it will be difficult for the fruit trees to grow tall and thick. In the year of fruiting, one had to comb the flowers and set the fruit. Otherwise, if they were allowed to grow naturally, the nutrition would not be able to keep up. Although there were many skewers on the tree, all of them were small and sparse. Not only did they not taste good, but they also looked very bad. On the other hand, if the tree was properly trimmed and the fruit thinned, leaving only one cluster on each branch, the number of branches on a tree would be the number of clusters of grapes. Then, not only would the fruit be huge, but the taste would also be incomparable. Each skewer was more than two catties, and each catty could be sold for a good price of six or seven yuan.”
Jiang Yazhi's mouth was wide open in surprise. This was the first time she had heard that grapes could be sold for such a price. The grapes he had seen on the market were only around two yuan per catty. One catty could be weighed into several skewers, but not many people bought them. He didn't know if he could really sell it for six or seven yuan.
Zhang Wenyuan didn't seem to have shocked her enough and said,"Let's settle this score. There were 150 trees in one mu of land, and each tree had 15 branches, which meant that 15 grapes would be produced, each weighing two catties.”Knowing what she was thinking, Zhang Wenyuan continued,"Don't worry about not being able to sell it. There are plenty of people who can eat good food. It wasn't six or seven yuan, just five yuan per catty. One mu of land could earn 22500 yuan a year. There were three mu of grapes in their family. Just grapes alone could earn more than 67,000 yuan a year, not to mention cherries and peaches.”
Jiang Yazhi swallowed her saliva after hearing that. Her fierce face was like a wave, which made Zhang Wenyuan's heart burn. He immediately classified getting the marriage certificate as a top priority.
She couldn't help but quickly kiss him on the lips. Instantly, Jiang Yazhi's almond-shaped eyes widened as she stood rooted to the spot. Then, his face was quickly covered by a red glow, as if it could drip blood. Zhang Wenyuan was blinded by her coquettish and shy posture. The co-existence of charm and purity was the best way to tease a man's heart.
Jiang Yazhi felt as if her face was about to be cooked. She covered her face and ran back into the house. Although they had been married for four years, this was the first time she had been molested in broad daylight. Kissing was the most common way of intimacy in the city. It could often be seen in some public places, but for Jiang Yazhi, who had always lived in the mountains, she could not accept it for a while.
After Jiang Yazhi ran away, Zhang Wenyuan said self-deprecatingly," What's wrong with you today? You're acting like a virgin." He had completely forgotten that he was still a virgin.
In the next three days, Zhang Wenyuan picked another batch of crocuses. Including the ones from a few days ago, there was a total of one kilogram, worth more than 25,000 yuan. After the second harvest, Zhang Wenyuan ordered the small world to automatically remove the roots of the crocus. The remaining seeds could only be used as initial start-up funds and could not be used as a means to collect money. In fact, for Zhang Wenyuan, after owning the small world, money was not the ultimate goal he pursued. It was just a tool for the service in the process of life. He did not care about how much it was, as long as he could take it out when he needed it. The main thing was to enjoy the little process of life.
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