Chapter 70 Life should have a sense of ritual
Life should have a sense of ritual.
The pig farm successfully completed the transaction a week ago. Now there are only a few hundred sows and piglets left in the farm. It is empty, like wheat seedlings hidden under the winter snow.
On this day, Yang Guozhi and his family came to Wei Jie's house again to celebrate for the second time.
The first celebration took place on the night of the transaction. After the last truckload of live pigs was taken away by others, Wei Zhian could finally leave the pig farming to the others and drive away to celebrate happily with everyone.
"Wei Jie is really amazing. I thought I sold too little before, thinking that this young man was not bold enough. But the price dropped just a few days after it was sold. Thinking about this again, I feel relieved. Wei Jie is really thoughtful, bold and careful! He is much more capable than this stupid girl of mine!"
Yang Suran's mother praised Wei Jie, while at the same time belittling her own good daughter who only wanted to start a business but lost money in everything she did.
Although Yang Suran went to a better university than Wei Jie and was more capable than Wei Jie since childhood, Yang Suran's mother now thinks that her daughter is all good-looking but useless and has no real talent at all.
Yang Suran sat aside playing with her cell phone with a bored look on her face. She was tired of hearing what her family said. Now she understood that the more she talked back, the more annoying it would be, so she simply didn't bother to argue.
Not only Yang Suran's mother thought Wei Jie was capable and admired his knowledge, but her father did the same.
Yang Guozhi also said with admiration: "At this time last month, someone told me that the price of meat would rise to 60 yuan per catty by the end of the year. I didn't believe it at that time. The price of meat was only more than 30 yuan per catty at that time, but then it rose to 40 yuan per catty in less than ten days. Do you know how panicked I was at that time? I felt that it was really possible to reach 60 yuan per catty!"
Yang Guozhi's face was full of emotion. At that time, he really didn't believe that the price of meat could go up to 60 yuan. But later, the price increased by more than one yuan a day, which made him feel that there was something wrong with his cognition over the years. He subconsciously believed that the price might really rise to 60 yuan per catty within two or three months.
So when Yang Suran complained that Wei Jie set the price too low, although Yang Guozhi felt that Wei Jie did the right thing and should quit while he was ahead, he, who had always been paying attention to pork prices, also felt that Wei Jie's view of the problem was still somewhat lacking.
How regretful I was in the past, how shocked I am today!
Wei Jie explained: "The price of live pigs is different from the price of meat. Live pigs are those pigs pulled out of the pig farm, and the price of meat is the market price."
Yang Guozhi smiled and said, "Of course I understand this! I also know that even at this price, you've made a lot of money!"
Wei Jie explained again: "The reason we can earn so much this time is mainly due to opportunities in various aspects. We have been the pig in the wind. You see, we have enjoyed various loans and policy supports, and the payer has also taken the initiative to give us a deposit, and..."
"Hahaha! Don't be so modest. If my girl had half of your ability, I wouldn't have to worry!" Yang Guozhi smiled, then sighed and said, "Looking back now, I feel that what you have done in the past few months has become more and more amazing. It's like casting a net. You know what you can catch from the beginning, and you catch a lot of fish by pulling the net in little by little."
Wei Jie had indeed been planning this from the very beginning. Compared with Zhang Xiaoshan's affairs, the market and data gave Wei Jie more face.
After Yang Guozhi praised Wei Jie for a few minutes, he said with emotion: "It would be great if your health was not affected by this. If you were healthy, I would definitely give my daughter to you."
These words chilled the atmosphere in the room. Wei Zhian and his wife, who had been so happy, no longer had the happy look on their faces.
Yang Suran looked at Yang Guozhi with resentment. Her mother also hit Yang Guozhi with her hand at this time. Why did he bring up such a topic?
Wei Jie smiled and said, "My health is indeed very serious, but I am getting better slowly. The money is well spent. Now, in addition to my left hand, my right hand and neck are getting better slowly. If all goes well, I will be able to eat with my own hands during the Chinese New Year , and I will get better slowly later on."
Wei Jie looked at Yang Suran again, "Sister Su Ran graduated from university. She knows a lot of people of her age both in school and in society. If she wants to marry someone who is pleasing to the eye and talented, isn't that a piece of cake? I think Sister Su Ran must have some ideas in her mind, but she is just too lazy to tell you."
The originally awkward atmosphere in the house was quickly reversed at this moment, and Yang Suran's mother asked Yang Suran if it was true.
"Kid, you usually don't tell us what you have to say. Nowadays, all college students are in love . Do you have a boyfriend outside? Bring him home during the New Year and let your dad and I help you take a look!"
Yang Suran's mother quickly entered the end-of-year mode ahead of time, while Wei Jie's mother looked at Wei Jie with joy.
"Is your hand really healed?"
Compared to Yang Suran's affairs, Wei Jie's mother was of course more concerned about her son's affairs.
As long as both hands are fine, I will feel like a human being, not a wooden man who needs care all day long.
Wei Jie said, "Well, it was very painful before. Pain means I still have feeling. The doctor prescribed medicine for me recently. I was in a good mood, so I recovered smoothly. After all, I have been lying down for almost half a year. Some parts of my body should be healed by now."
Before I knew it, half a year had passed.
While Wei Jie's family was celebrating vigorously, another group .
Today is Zhang Xiaoshan’s day off, and there are several other people taking a day off together. After all, deliverymen don’t work all year round.
Several people closed the order taking business together and then gathered together for a meal to celebrate.
This was a reimbursable dinner, so no one was absent.
At the dinner table, the person Zhang Xiaoshan greeted was the female delivery woman who had knocked him away.
Because of the high salary, relative freedom and low threshold, although there are relatively few women in this industry, it is indeed not uncommon.
Women wearing masks are also more likely to get good reviews...
After she started eating, the girl said to Zhang Xiaoshan, "Zhang Xiaoshan, don't you drink?"
"No." Zhang Xiaoshan answered simply and continued to pick up food with his chopsticks. There was chrysanthemum tea in the cup in front of him.
After hearing this, the girl said, "Not many people in our company drink, most of them smoke. Do you smoke?"
"No." Zhang Xiaoshan said stupidly.
He used to be reluctant to spend money on cigarettes and alcohol, but after meeting Shui Sheng, he felt that he should be a good man like Zhang Xiangyang. Plus, he was not used to it, so he was too lazy to touch those things.
Zhang Xiaoshan is an outlier among these people. He is taciturn and does not take making money as seriously as others. He will grab orders if he can, and will not curse or say sarcastic things like others if he cannot.
He is clearly here to make money, but he has no interest in it and spends very little every day. He seems to be more frugal than those people in prison.
He is also physically strong and not picky about food. Others will not provoke him because they see that he is strong.
Don’t be fooled by his muscular figure, he can run faster than an electric car and can jump onto a car in an instant!
He is not ugly, and is steadfast and strong. In ancient times, this was the kind of son-in-law that rich old men liked, to be used as a laborer.
Out of guilt, the girl took good care of Zhang Xiaoshan, and after spending some time with Zhang Xiaoshan, she felt that Zhang Xiaoshan was a good person.
"I recently downloaded an APP with a confidant brother on it. Many people have downloaded it. This person's words are very accurate. You should download it and try it out. It's amazing!"
Faced with the girl's words, Zhang Xiaoshan just responded casually.
He didn't like women who talked too much. All he could think of was Shui Sheng, who was quiet but pure and gentle.
After the girl shared the download address with the group for others to download, she put away her phone and said to Zhang Xiaoshan: "Zhang Xiaoshan, are you from here too?"
Zhang Xiaoshan was annoyed when he heard this. Are you still asking if I have a house or a car? Women nowadays are so realistic!
"From the countryside." Zhang Xiaoshan replied and continued eating. It would be a waste not to eat this free meal.
The girl knew that Zhang Xiaoshan must be from the countryside, so she smiled and said, "You are an only child, right?"
None of your business! Zhang Xiaoshan wanted to say this, but thinking that he was still working under this woman's father, he simply said, "Yeah."
The girl felt that the confidant brother in the APP was too accurate. She looked down at her phone and talked to her confidant brother for a while before saying, "Zhang Xiaoshan, do you think pork has become more delicious recently?"
Zhang Xiaoshan paused after hearing this, and after thinking for a while, he said, "It really tastes good."
The girl looked down at the app, and after a few seconds she said happily, "Yes, it is a sense of ritual. We didn't think so much about eating meat before, but now that meat is expensive, we will sigh before eating it, so that it tastes better! This is a sense of ritual!"
The girl's words were quickly agreed upon by the others, even Zhang Xiaoshan, who all felt that they made sense.
That’s true, life needs some sense of ritual.
Same pork, different taste.
Why do some people always miss the wild game of the past?
Because they have nothing better to do!
