The system asked me to be a teacher

Chapter 63 The Kong Family's Difficulties

Xie Meixuan was right.

Kong Meng originally thought that after arranging Bai Yang's affairs, he would be able to return to school soon.

Unexpectedly, before he got off the train, he had to book a ticket back to his hometown in advance.

Because just 10 minutes ago, he received a call from his younger brother Kong Ren.

Kong Ren said that his mother fainted suddenly. Although she had been sent to the hospital, she was still in a coma.

So Confucius and Mencius had to ask Liu Yi for leave again.

And in order not to worry the students, he only said that his mother's condition was not serious and he would be back in two days.

But exactly how, he himself didn't know.

After the train and then the bus, Kongmeng finally arrived at his hometown Wei County before dark.

Seeing everything familiar in front of him, Kong Meng had mixed feelings in his heart.

Before graduation, he was looking for jobs everywhere, but he hadn't come back for half a year.

It's not that he doesn't want to go back, but as an ordinary third-year graduate, he hasn't been able to find a decent job, which means he's a little bit closer to his hometown and more timid.

Later, time and space were disordered, he got the "Super Teacher System" and entered Zhiyuan, but within a few days, what happened now...

According to the address provided by his younger brother, Kong Meng called a taxi and went straight to Weixian People's Hospital.

"elder brother!"

At the stairs on the 8th floor of the inpatient building, Kong Meng finally saw his younger brother Kong Ren.

Unlike Confucius and Mencius who graduated from college at any rate, Kong Ren was not interested in studying at all. He insisted on dropping out of school and working at home before graduating from high school. No matter how much his family persuaded him, it was useless.

Even though he was two years younger than Confucius and Mencius, his dark face and rough skin looked much more vicissitudes than Confucius and Mencius.

"What's going on?" Kong Meng asked in a deep voice.

Kong Ren hesitantly said: "I'm not very...clear. Mom came back from...the grape field in the morning, and just entered the door...and fainted."

Ignoring his younger brother, Kong Meng entered the ward, and then he saw that familiar figure in the far corner of the room.

Mother Kong was lying on the bed, her face was sallow and haggard.

"Mother……"

Confucius and Mencius walked over and yelled twice, but got no response.

After thinking about it, he took his mother's pulse and opened his eyelids to observe carefully.

Finally, he breathed a sigh of relief, the problem shouldn't be a big deal.

Rubbing his hands vigorously, Kongmeng used his index finger and middle finger to gently press back and forth on acupoints such as Kongmenrenzhong, Neiwaiguan, and Baihui.

Five minutes later, Mother Kong on the bed suddenly took a deep breath, and then slowly opened her eyes.

Her voice was urgent: "Renzi, don't tell your brother about the family affairs, it's not easy for him to be outside alone... Ah, Mencius? When did you come back?"

As if he didn't hear his mother's words, Kongmeng looked natural: "Mom, your situation is caused by overwork. As long as you pay attention to rest more, you will be back to normal in three to five days."

"Okay, Mom will listen to you and have a good rest."

Mother Kong reacted very quickly, and she naturally changed the subject: "Mencius, have you found a job yet?"

"I found it, and now I am teaching in Zhiyuan."

"That's good, so your dad and I can rest assured."

The two talked a few words, and Mother Kong closed her eyes wearily again.

Carefully covered his mother with the quilt, Kong Meng gave Kong Ren a wink, and walked out of the ward first.

Five minutes later, Kong Ren also walked out.

Confucius and Mencius cut to the chase: "Xiaoren, tell me the truth, what happened?"

"This……"

Kong Ren was in a bit of a dilemma. In fact, his father refused to tell his brother about his mother's illness, but he was exhausted and couldn't hold it back.

Kong Meng glared at him: "At this time, you still want to hide it from me?"

After finishing speaking, his tone slowed down: "Xiao Ren, we are a family, no matter what difficulties we encounter, we should help each other.

As long as you and I are twined together, we won't be afraid even if the sky falls. "

When Kong Ren heard this, he burst into tears suddenly.

The crying became more and more intense, and the heavy pressure accumulated in my heart in recent days finally found an outlet.

Confucius and Mencius were not in a hurry when he saw this, he knew that his brother needed to vent.

Sure enough, after 5 minutes, Kong Ren's voice finally became softer, and he sobbed:

"It happened at our house...the 500 mu...purple grape field!"

Kong Meng was taken aback for a moment. Of course he knew that his parents contracted 500 mu of land to grow purple grapes.

After Kong Ren dropped out of school, in order to find a job for him, Kong's father discussed with the village chief and contracted 300 mu of wasteland at the head of the village.

For this matter, Confucius not only poured in all his savings for many years, but also borrowed 20 yuan from the bank.

Finally, hard work paid off, and the purple grapes planted by Confucius' father had a bumper harvest in the first year.

Because the variety is rare, most of it was ordered out before it was picked. After deducting the cost and bank interest, the Kong family made a net profit of 15!
Father Kong, who tasted the sweetness, made a decisive decision and directly expanded the original 300 mu to 500 mu.

No surprises, the profit of 15 yuan doubled directly in the second year, and the old tile-roofed house of the Kong family became a three-story small western-style building...

Now that he heard that there was something wrong with Purple Grape, he felt tense. This is the lifeline of the whole family!
"Could it be that the grape production has decreased this year?"

Kong Ren shook his head: "That's not true. The weather is good this year, and the output of purple grapes is [-]% higher than last year."

"Then how..."

"Hey, the problem lies in this increase in production!"

Kong Ren said dejectedly: "Brother, you haven't come back. I don't know. Last year, other people saw that our family made a lot of money from growing purple grapes, so they followed suit.

Now seven or eight villages in a radius are all growing this stuff, and the price has dropped from 8 yuan a catty last year to 8 cents..."

After listening to Kong Ren's words, Kong Meng finally understood the reason why his mother fainted.

From 8 yuan to 8 cents, not to mention making money, it is estimated that all the earnings in the past few years have to be used.

"Is there no other way?"

Although Confucius and Mencius were also very depressed when he heard the news, after calming down, his mind came alive again:

"Since you can't sell it, why don't you consider turning the grapes into canned grapes, raisins, wine, etc..."

Grapes are different from wheat, corn and other crops that are easy to preserve. If they cannot be harvested and sold in a short time, they will rot in a large area. This is the root of the family's anxiety.

But since it can't be dumped in a short time, why not consider making derivatives?
Moreover, Kongmeng believed that since his younger brother chose to grow grapes, the processing of derivatives must be put on the agenda sooner or later, so that risks can be avoided to the greatest extent.

Kong Ren smiled wryly: "We thought about this a long time ago. The sales of canned grapes are mediocre, and the raisins are not suitable due to climate problems, so our dad wants to make wine, and he has completed all the procedures for wine making three months ago."

Confucius and Mencius nodded. People in Weixian generally like wine, but baijiu is too spicy and beer is tasteless, so brewing wine is a very good choice.

Unexpectedly, Kong Ren sighed: "It's a pity that some things are easy to think, but really difficult to do."

Confucius and Mencius were puzzled: "Difficult? What's wrong?"

Kong Ren explained: "The main thing is technology, as you know, I didn't even finish high school, my father can only read, how to make wine so popular, how to make it so delicious, I don't understand at all.

After the registration procedure, Dad tried it with last year's old grapes, but when he sent them for inspection, he was directly called back by the food supervision department, saying that the methanol content in them exceeded the standard.

Brother, I don’t understand. Isn’t methanol only found in fake wine?Our wine is made from the best grapes that Dad uses. How could there be methanol?
There is also the question of money.

Regardless of the purchase of brewing equipment, the use of the venue, and the hiring of workers, money is needed, so..."

Confucius and Mencius asked: "Let's not talk about technology, how much money is there now?"

"……20!"

Confucius and Mencius were silent.

Although Zhiyuan Middle School's salary is not low, but his working hours are too short, 20 is still an astronomical figure for Confucius and Mencius.

But he still said: "I'll figure out a solution to the money issue. Now you discuss with Dad to arrange other things."

"But……"

Kong Meng waved his hand: "No need, but the season waits for no one. When the money is in place, you must be able to keep up."

"OK then!"

Seeing that his brother was so determined, Kong Ren could only nod his head in agreement.

(End of this chapter)