The fool has become a spirit, and she can speak

Cheng Youning pushed the handwriting he had written in front of Cheng Feng, "Dad, what do you think of my handwriting?"

Cheng Feng looked at it carefully and praised: "It's even better than what I wrote yesterday."

It can be seen with the naked eye that Cheng Youning pursed his lips and smiled, and his eyes turned into small crescents.

Needless to say, Cheng Feng never said that Cheng Youning's writing was difficult. He never let Cheng Youning down when he asked and when he said yes. His reaction made Shang Xi more like a strict mother.

Every time at this time, Shang Xi would throw cold water at Cheng Youning, "What is it written on? It's like a ghost drawing."

Cheng Youning was not convinced. He took out a piece of paper that he thought was well written and said, "This is written according to your request. Take a look and see if it is written stroke by stroke."

Shang Xi said: "It's one stroke after another, but I also told you, pay attention to structure. If you don't master the structure well, the words you write will be ugly. The words you wrote are not the same as Si, just not the same." Like words.”

Cheng Youning pushed the words to Cheng Feng and said, "Dad, look, what do these words mean?"

"Tranquility reaches far." Cheng Feng could see these words at a glance.

After listening to Cheng Feng's words, Cheng Youning turned around and continued writing with his head lowered. The corners of his mouth were lowered. It looked like he was unhappy and angry with Shang Xi.

This is a silent struggle. You say that my handwriting is not like handwriting, but my father knows it, which proves that I write well. The inner changes of Cheng Youning, Cheng Feng and Shang Xi are both clear.

Cheng Feng wanted to coax Cheng Youning, but was worried about offending Shang Xi. He finally had to say: "Youning's handwriting has improved. Although his writing is not as good as your mother's, he is much better than his father."

No matter what Cheng Feng said, Cheng Youning just kept writing and ignored it.

Cheng Feng stroked Cheng Youning's little head lovingly. Although this man was not big, he had quite a temper. Who would follow such a strange temper?

Shang Xi asked Cheng Feng: "What are you doing in the mine?"

Cheng Feng said: "Let me take a look at this year's crops."

"The better land has been expropriated by villages with tens of thousands of people, and the land on our mountains is useless."

Cheng Feng said: "There is a lot of land on the mountain. The seedlings are quite tall and growing well."

"Just looking at the crops, why did they take so long?"

"I walked around the surrounding villages."

"doing what?"

"I heard from everyone that because tobacco is expensive, all the old farmers nearby have planted tobacco in their fields this year."

Shang Xi said: "Wouldn't this save us from going to other places to collect tobacco? It's good."

Cheng Feng said: "It's either good or bad."

"how to say?"

"We currently have more than 60,000 workers, and we only produce tens of thousands of kilograms of food a day. Calculated on an annual basis, we need a large granary. If the food supply is not available, no matter how much money we have, everyone will starve. .”

Shang Xi didn't expect this. This was indeed a big problem. She put the pen in her hand on the inkstone and began to think deeply.

"This season has passed the solar term of awn seeds. Whatever is planted in the ground is what is planted, and it cannot be changed."

Cheng Feng nodded, "Even if we can change it, it won't solve the big problem. We can change our own land, but we can't interfere with other people's land. Everyone farms land to make more money. Naturally, we grow whatever is expensive."

Shang Xi said: "The impact won't be big. We can go to other places to buy food and buy tobacco locally."

Cheng Feng smiled and said, "There will definitely be many old farmers growing tobacco in the future. I hope this year will be a bumper harvest. As long as there is no famine, there will be enough food."

Thinking about the scene of corpses strewn across the field, Shang Xi, a person who didn't worry about food, didn't want to experience it again. She still remembered the sad and helpless eyes, which could accurately hurt her heart every time she saw them. She admitted , although she is not compassionate, but her heart is really soft, and it hurts every time she sees it.

She asked Cheng Feng: "Should we stock up on food early this year?"

Cheng Feng said to Shang Xi, "You don't know something. We have a limited amount of food left in the camp. We have to start making plans to collect grain now."

"Ah? I always thought that the food we had was enough. I never had to worry about this."

Cheng Feng said: "Don't worry, there is always a way."

"Let's put up a notice tomorrow and openly purchase grains. Don't worry about coarse grains and fine grains. Don't let everyone starve first."

Cheng Feng laughed again, "Don't you remember, we have collected almost all the grain from our north and south. Even if we pay a high price, there won't be a lot of grain delivered in the short term."

This year, every family has very little food in stock. Most families have no food in stock. Now that we are in a lean season, the possibility of buying large quantities of food is zero.

But food is a necessity.

Shang Xi suddenly woke up. She had been so immersed in drawing drawings these days that her brain could not react properly. The current situation was really like what Cheng Feng said, "I can only go far away to buy. There is no other way." .”

"Don't worry, we've already sent someone to take care of it."

"Oh, you have already made arrangements, and you still come in such a big circle with me."

Cheng Feng smiled and said, "Should we go out and take a look?"

"Where are you going? Going on a long trip?"

Cheng Feng smiled and nodded.

Shang Xi put down the pen he had just picked up, "Have you forgotten the lesson you learned when you were arrested in another country?"

Cheng Feng said with a smile: "Don't ever forget it."

"Didn't you agree that you would never go out again, and would just stay at home and watch over me and You Ning? It's been less than half a year, and you've changed your mind?"

"We don't have to go to other countries. Let's go to Bianjing. I heard that Bianjing is the most prosperous place."

"How prosperous can it be?" Shang Xi's eyes lit up. Bianjing seemed not very far away.

"Of course it can't be compared with the north and south cities."

"Last time you went to Bianjing, you saw some interesting things."

Cheng Feng said: "I went to jail last time, so I didn't have any chance to see Bianjing. I heard others say that Bianjing is good."

Shang Xi was a little tempted, "When are you going?"

Cheng Feng said: "Let's send a message to Boss Qian first. Nancheng cannot be left unattended. We will leave when he comes back. Now is spring, which is a good time to go out."

"Isn't your grandma sick? Can Boss Qian come back?"

Cheng Feng smiled, "He's not coming back to be with my sister, nor to be with my grandma. Whether he's in Beicheng or not doesn't make much difference."

"Would it seem too selfish of us to do this?"

Cheng Feng smiled and nodded, "It must seem that we are very selfish, and if grandma has an accident, we have to go back."

Cheng Feng naturally has no relationship with his grandmother. Normally, he does not need his grandson to wait at the bedside. In front of the descendants of the Han family, they are all foreigners. When he was seriously ill, it was a filial piety to visit him twice. Tens of millions of dollars The one she was guarding wasn't her grandmother, she was guarding her mother.