"You really deserve a beating!" Cao Jianguo knew what his son was thinking, but Cao Jianguo was not willing to eat it. Every cow sold was worth money.

Besides, the cow is still young and needs to be raised for at least another year. Wouldn't it be a waste to kill it and eat beef at this time?

"Just buy less meat during the Chinese New Year. You eat meat every day, but you haven't eaten enough!" Cao Jianguo muttered to him.

"Haha!" Cao Shujie laughed and did not mention the matter again for the time being.

However, Cao Shujie is obviously not someone who gives up easily.

If a hundred other old farmers would be reluctant to eat the fruits and livestock grown by them, it would be better for Cao Shujie to think about what he would eat first.

Cao Jianguo thought that according to the price his son sold apples, the remaining 400 kilograms of apples would cost nearly 3,000 yuan!

The same thing happened with the kiwi fruit before. Before they were sold out, he saved a batch of food for himself. Why was his broken mouth so greedy?

Cao Shujie didn't care. He said, "I grew these things from the beginning just so that we could have a clean bite. Otherwise, we would be busy."

He said: "Dad, we can't make enough money, and our family can't spend all our money. Don't just think about this and be reluctant to eat or wear."

Cao Jianguo didn't even bother to pay attention to his son. He still had the nerve to say that the family's money could not be spent all. It was just the hundreds of thousands. If something really happened, it might not be enough.

He took the three-pronged fork and went to pick fodder.

But he did not forget to tell his son Cao Shujie: "Shujie, don't forget to plant grass in the spring."

"Dad, don't worry, I won't forget it." Cao Shujie nodded.

He really couldn't forget this matter. It was a major matter related to the feeding of these cows.

If you no longer grow pasture, his feeding costs will increase significantly.

"Dad, I plan to buy a batch of calves after spring." Cao Shujie shouted to his father.

Cao Jianguo doesn't care, his son can do whatever he likes.

Cao Shuchao was working not far away. Cao Shujie went over to say hello to him. He responded and immersed himself in his work again.

"Brother Chao, you're sweating on your forehead. Wipe it quickly, otherwise you'll catch a cold when the wind blows." Cao Shujie reminded him after seeing it.

From the bottom of my heart, Cao Shuchao is definitely a good worker, he is also very down-to-earth, and his work is very practical. As long as you tell him something, there is no need for Cao Shujie to say it a second time.

Cao Shuchao smiled, raised his hand and wiped the sweat on his forehead with his sleeve, and continued working: "Shujie, I heard Uncle Jianguo said that Mengmeng is sick?"

"I have a bit of a cough, but it's because I'm freezing when the wind blows." Cao Shujie still had the same reason.

The two of them chatted and talked about random things, and they didn't feel tired even when they were working.

Cao Shujie always felt that there was something missing in his ears. He said halfway: "I will go to the town at noon to buy a big stereo and put it in the orchard. I will listen to the music and work every day. It will be more energetic."

"How can you still listen to music while working?" Cao Shuchao couldn't understand.

He had worked for others on construction sites before, and had been to livestock farms and many other places, but he had never seen or heard of anyone working while listening to music.

Cao Shujie said: "It's okay if I say it."

Cao Jianguo has already developed antibodies to his son's various weird ideas, so let him have fun with it!

You only have such a small amount of wealth. If you can, just waste it as soon as possible and bring it down!

Cao Shujie did what he said, taking advantage of the time when he went home to eat at noon, he was very tired from running around;

Mu'er feeds and plays Gu DiフThe razor clams are thin and let the gnats be broken by the ferocious, fierce and patient maid?

"Dad, let me tell you, mom said I defeated the virus, I am really awesome." Mengmeng clenched her little fists very excitedly, looking like she was invincible in the world.

But she said it too fast. Just after she finished speaking, she coughed a few more times, and the coughing was more rapid. If she wasn't careful, the saliva flew out and landed in front of Cao Shujie.

Cao Shujie didn't care at all. He felt that if possible, he would share the burden with his daughter, or simply bear her pain and suffering for his daughter.

"Shujie, if you go to town, bring back some medicine." Cheng Xiaolin said to him, "Just tell him that Mengmeng has a cough, no fever, and a yellow runny nose."

After thinking about it, she warned again: "The cough got worse at night and I even vomited once."

"Okay!" Cao Shujie obeyed.

He drove there quickly and came back even faster. He first went to the second-grade hospital in the town to buy medicine for his daughter, and then went to the small home appliance store to buy the big stereo he wanted. There was also a boss who said he had thousands of dollars in storage.

I had a USB drive with a song and drove back with my things.

Starting from this afternoon, music began to be heard from the orchard on Beitou Mountain in Caojiazhuang.

Classical music, pop music, Internet hits, light music, even English songs, everything is available.

Someone was curious and went up the mountain road to find out. Only then did they know that the singing was coming from Cao Shujie's orchard.

Some people joked that Cao Shujie has started to play new tricks again. He wants to play music to the fruit trees and cows, so that they can also enjoy it, grow in a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere, and grow faster next year.

I don’t know who is so crazy that he still believes in this false ‘saying’ and is very sure of the validity of this statement.

During this time, Cao Jianhua was worried about the further drop in prices of piglets and live pigs. Half of his hair has turned gray. The price of piglets has fallen below 30 yuan per kilogram. He has been so worried recently that he can't sleep at all.

But when I heard this statement, my eyes lit up and I actually believed it to be true.

He also went to town to buy a stereo and put it in his pig farm.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that the 300 pigs in the pig farm ate much faster when they listened to music, and there seemed to be pigs dancing to the music.

And he himself listens to music and works every day, and his mood feels much better.

Putting aside his worries about the prices of piglets and pigs for the time being, he silently told himself that he had already come to this point, and he had to raise these pigs first no matter what, and then sell them during the Spring Festival to take advantage of the Spring Festival market.

Let’s consider how much money we can make and how much we can protect our capital.
Chapter completed!