.The road was bumpy, and it was already five o'clock in the afternoon before returning to the city. Although the sun sets in the west, it still gives people a hint of enthusiasm.

Before coming to the city, Peng Wen went to buy some meat and some vegetables before returning home with Xianwei.

The city is thirteen miles away from the stone valley and there are also slopes, so there are not many places to ride a bicycle, most of which have to walk, and this journey took nearly an hour.

"Xin Weigra, put down your bicycle and come to my house for dinner." Peng Wen, who came to the village, said to Xianwei.

"What are you eating? I'm not hungry after lunch. Before I said I'm going back to the city, there's still evening self-study at 7 o'clock in the evening." Xian Wei said.

There are evening self-study in junior high school. Now Wei is a resident student and will only go home on Saturdays, but will return to school on Sunday afternoons.

Xian Wei was very moved by his own trip. He was moved and felt a little guilty. After all, it took more than twenty miles to go back and forth.

It was almost six o'clock, so it was impossible to ask Xianwei to go to his house for dinner. Thinking of this, Peng Wen took out five dollars in his pocket and handed it to Xianwei, saying, "If you don't want to eat, you can smoke it with a bag of cigarettes."

Xianwei said unhappyly: "Wenwen, what are you doing? We are not an outsider."

Peng Wen smiled and said, "The reason why I don't give you money is not someone else. If someone wants me, I won't give it. You can buy a pack of cigarettes and remember to leave one for me when I come back on Saturday."

Ten-year-old Peng Wen has already carried forward the spirit of Xianwei not learning well, and learned to smoke with Xianwei when he was nine years old.

Seeing that Peng Wen was so angry, it was hard to refuse, so he put the money on and pushed the bicycle back home.

Peng Wen came home, and his family was waiting for lunch.

Seeing Peng Wen holding pork and some vegetables, Peng’s mother couldn’t help but frown and asked, “Wenwen, where did the meat come from?”

Peng Wen put the vegetables on the table, took out the remaining twenty yuan from his pocket for groceries, and said, "Do you still remember the fish I took in the morning?"

Mr. Peng nodded and asked in confusion: "Didn't you take it to your second aunt?"

Peng Wen took a sip and said with a smile: "No, I sold it for one dollar, and sold it for thirty yuan."

"What? Did you sell it?" Peng's father said incredibly: "Those are all wild fish, who will buy them? Don't lie!" Obviously, Peng's father didn't believe Peng Wen's words.

There are too many quiet fish in the reservoir. In the past, I either feed ducks or cats when I caught them. No one would have thought that such wild fish could be sold for money.

Seeing that his father didn't believe it, Peng Wen told his father about the fish sales process and his sister-in-law, but of course, Zhang Kun did not mention anything.

After hearing this, Peng's father laughed happily. He hated that his son, who was unable to succeed, actually had some achievements in the field of comics. Although he had not made any money, it was a pleasure to be recognized by Peng Jinglian. You should know that Peng Jinglian is an art teacher in high school. A child who has never learned to draw has been recognized. This shows that the child has the potential to paint. If you train it carefully, you may have unexpected gains.

Besides, his son started a business. He could sell wild fish with eyes that ordinary people did not have. This showed his mind. Moreover, he also confirmed this idea and sold it for money.

"Dad, I've decided to go there again next week." Peng Wen said while having dinner.

Mr. Peng didn't drink, but because his son was happy to make money, he made an exception and poured a small cup of wine brewed by the older generation. Mr. Peng nodded: "Okay! It's really good to follow this momentum, so let's do it! I'll accompany you next week."

"Don't work anymore?" Peng Wen asked in a low voice.

Mr. Peng laughed and said, "How much money can you earn in a year of working? You will earn thirty a day today! If this happens every day, our family will soon become a household of ten thousand yuan."

Peng Wen curled his lips and said, "I'd better go by myself! People think I'm a child and buy it so actively. Maybe the adults don't have such a reaction. Besides, there are still a lot of things to be busy at home."

Mr. Peng was silent for a moment, thought for a while and felt that it was reasonable, and asked in a low voice: "Can you even let Viagra show you to accompany you?"

"Okay!" Peng Wen agreed immediately.

After dinner, Peng's mother was cleaning the table. Peng Wen sat on a stool and watched the weather forecast on TV. He asked tentatively: "Dad, do you tell me what will happen to our family in the year-end drought?"

"Severe drought?" Peng's father turned to look at Peng Wen, then stretched out and smiled: "Water the drought."

"If, I mean, what if, what if the reservoir is dry?" Peng Wen asked in a low voice.

Mr. Peng was stunned, with a serious expression on his face and replied, "If even the reservoir is done, it will be troublesome." Then he shook his head and smiled, and cursed, "Little naughty kid, there are so many things coming there, if it's OK, you should hurry up and do your homework!"

"No hurry, it's only 7:30, Dad, I have something to discuss with you." Peng Wen's tender face looked extremely serious.

"What's the matter?" Peng's father looked at the TV and didn't notice the expression on Peng Wen's face at all.

Peng Wen said: "You have also seen the situation today. I want to raise this kind of quiet fish specifically. It is best to raise some other varieties. The fittest will survive. There will be a day when the market will eliminate the quiet fish. Then there will be new varieties to replace it. Only in this way can you make money. On this day, it is not far from what you mentioned in the ten thousand yuan household."

Peng's father looked at Peng Wen seriously, a little unbelievable that he was his son. No matter what he did, his son was stupid, but what he said made sense. The key was that he even considered the future.

Peng's father pinched Peng Wen's face with a hint of confusion in his eyes. The next moment he asked a bloody question he had never had in his life: "Are you my son?"

Peng's mother was brushing the bowl aside and said angrily: "You're not talking nonsense."

Mr. Peng smiled awkwardly and asked, "How did you think of these?"

"Just say it's OK?" Peng Wen did not answer his father's words.

Peng's father lit a soft pack of bright and filter-free cigarettes that cost 20 cents a box, and he smoked and thought quickly. The scene was no longer the sound of advertisements on TV, and the scene also quieted for a moment, and Peng Wen and his mother were watching him.

After a while, half of the cigarette had been burned. Mr. Peng stopped thinking and said seriously: "What you said makes sense. The key is that raising fish requires land. The reservoir behind is owned by your master. He said that the fish pond behind is very small. If you want to raise fish on a large scale, you can't raise it unless you dig a hole by yourself. This is what you say! Let's talk about when you come back to Z next week! After all, today people take care of you as a child. I will take care of you next time. I will not be so easy to bring more."

Peng Wen nodded and said, "That's OK!"

Peng Wen returned to the room, holding his cheek with one hand. The comic was not very important. What was important was to ask his father to dig a few blocking dams. Today is September 17th. In his memory, it was raining continuously at home in the early October of the Gregorian calendar. The rain fell for a whole week and the reservoir was filled. Then, in 1997, there was no rain until it fell heavily on the night of New Year's Eve in 1997.

Auspicious snow indicates a good harvest. People thought that there would be a good harvest in 1998, but unexpectedly, the harvest would be a flood.

Auspicious snow indicates a good harvest, and people will never say this again since then. On the contrary, people are a little afraid of snow at the end of the year, because the flood in 1998 has broken the concept left by the older generation.

While Peng Wen was thinking, a whirl of fish churning came into his ears. Peng Wen turned his head and looked, and the sound was the basin that called the fish. There were more than 20 fish in it.

Peng Wen left in a hurry in the morning and had no time to put the fish in the reservoir. He was worried when he remembered it now. You should know that these are more than twenty fish, which means that these are more than twenty yuan.

Peng Wen hurried to the basin and saw that most of the fish in the water had turned white. They seemed to be dying soon. There were two or three more tenacious vitality, and they looked like they were fine.

Peng Wen sighed, it's over! More than twenty yuan is over! This is money!

Now these fish have just turned aside and have not died. It’s just that death is just a matter of time. If you don’t die, you will have hope of living. Peng Wen took a basin to change the basin of water for the fish and then brought it into the house. After all, there are cats outside, so it is very unsafe to put the fish outside.

Sure enough, after changing the clean water, the fish were obviously energetic, and several of them even rose up.

Peng Wen smiled slightly and said to himself: That's not bad! I hope I'll be alive tomorrow.

When Peng Wen just stood up, the jade pendant in his pocket fell out and fell into the basin. When the jade pendant fell into the basin, it immediately splashed with water.

Peng Wen smiled helplessly, squatted down and held the jade pendant in his hand. The eyes of the jade pendant looked yellow. Peng Wen wanted to wash it off with water, but after washing it for a while, there was still no change.

"Is this jade pendant itself the color?" Peng Wen was a little puzzled.

As we all know, most of the colors of jade are milky white and dark green, but Peng Wen has never seen the yellowish color.

Peng Wen looked at him twice anyway, and there was nothing but a dragon and a phoenix and a few unrecognized characters. Peng Wen smiled and murmured, "Just call you the dragon and phoenix jade pendant!" As he said that, he put the jade pendant around his neck.

Peng Wen went to the table and said to himself: "Inuyasha is going to serialize it in two months. If you want to serialize the Inuyasha you drew in two months, it seems that there is no hope for you to serialize it in two months." Thinking of this, Peng Wen started working on One Piece. After all, there is still hope for serializing One Piece.

At 9:30 pm, Peng Wen just lay down on the bed and went to bed.

The night was so quiet that it was scary. Occasionally, there were dog barking outside. Peng Wen, who was sleeping, suddenly heard the sound of playing in the water. Peng Wen turned on the lights, opened his sleepy eyes, and looked in the direction of the sound. He saw water splashing on the basin, and the fish jumped up from time to time, as if very happy.

Peng Wen walked forward barefoot. When he saw a scene in the washbasin, his head was stunned and he shouted: "Ghost, hell!"
Chapter completed!