Perhaps affected by the cold wind yesterday, today the temperature suddenly dropped sharply, which was much colder than when the sun came out during the day, and the mountain wind was blowing hard.

Liu Yuanhe drank the pigtail soup heated by his son, but was a little absent-minded.

He stood up several times, walked to the gate, and looked at the night outside the yard and became worried.

My mother said, "What are you doing? The meals are not delicious."

Liu Yuanhe came back and sat down, saying with a look of disgust: "It's cold and the wind is strong. If it's colder, it won't take long to find food for animals in the mountains."

"Dad, you are so funny." Liu Qingshan couldn't help laughing when he heard that his father was worried that the animals in the mountains had no food, "You are not worried about whether your wife and your son have any food, but you are actually worried about the animals in the mountains."

"What do you know?" Liu Yuanhe glared at him, "If it gets cold and animals can't find food, those birds, those vegetarians and omnivorous animals will harm our orange forest."

"Hey, I think it's a big deal." Liu Qingshan disagreed. "It's a disaster. How much can they eat? Besides, there are so many people in the village plant orange trees, and others plant more than our family. I don't know how many of them are. Even if the animals in the mountains really want to get rid of the disaster, they will not harm your orange forest. I guess they just eat all the oranges in your orange forest, and they are not enough to stuff their teeth, so don't worry, people will look down on your orange forest."

"Look at what you mean, do you look down on your orange trees?" Liu Yuanhe was a little angry when he heard his son's words.

Yes, he is incompetent and cannot plant large orange forests like other people in the village, but doesn’t he want to?

He thought! He dreamed of having a large orange forest. But the reality is that when he was young, he had to support his family and had no way to devote himself to three years to bear fruit.

But when his son went to work later and he could breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly realized that he was actually old!

"I don't mean that." Liu Qingshan was afraid that his father would think too much, so he explained, "I just wanted to tell you that my family has made money now. Even if those oranges are eaten by animals, it doesn't matter. The oranges are not worth much money. If you feel sorry for them, then I will give you all the money I will dig for bamboo shoots tomorrow. It's tomorrow, and the future will not work."

This is still like a human word.

Liu Yuanhe calmed down and said, "This is not a question of whether or not money is money. The problem is that the orange forest has put in a year's hard work and will be ruined by the animals in the mountains, but it will become a joke in the village."

My mother nodded in agreement with Liu Yuanhe’s statement: “Yes, no matter how valuable these oranges are, they have been planted, so you can’t just give up. Qingshan, why don’t you dig bamboo shoots tomorrow? You can help your dad pick the oranges back first.”

"Mom, are you mistaken? The bamboo shoots I dig for a day can be sold for more than 2,000 yuan." Liu Qingshan of course refused.

It's not that he can't count.

"Mom, look, the price of oranges is only three yuan per pound now. Even if I pick one hundred pounds a day and sell them all, it will only be about three hundred yuan. Moreover, fruits are sold everywhere in the town, and it may not be possible to sell 100 pounds of oranges a day. But if I dig bamboo shoots for a day and sell them for another day, I will get the more than two thousand yuan. Even if it is calculated by manual work, then my labor for a day will cost a thousand yuan."

My son's words made my mother unable to refute.

Although she couldn't count, she could understand after her son calculated it.

Three hundred yuan that day is indeed not as good as one thousand yuan a day job.

But Liu Yuanhe didn't care about this. He said calmly: "So what if the money is too much? The bamboo shoots are buried under the ground. If you don't dig it, can it run away? But if the oranges in our orange forest are not picked, they will be ruined when the weather gets cold."

Seeing that my father refused to give up, Liu Qingshan had no choice but to say: "Anyway, I won't go. If you want to go, you will go by yourself. I will dig bamboo shoots."

Alas! Listening to this, Liu Yuanhe could only sigh secretly.

The son is big and his wings are hard, and the old man doesn't listen to what the old man says. Liu Yuanhe seems to be able to do nothing except sighing.

He knew that if he had a tough attitude and forced his son to pick the oranges that were not valuable to him, the father and son would definitely have a quarrel.

If the two of them quarrel, their wife will definitely stand on their son's side.

In the end, he had to bow his head to his wife. In this way, the fight would be in vain.

But when I was lying on the bed at night, Liu Yuanhe couldn't sleep when he heard the mountain wind outside the window whistling?

Could it be that the results of his hard work for a year can only be wasted in vain?

Yes, his oranges are not as valuable as the bamboo shoots of the bastard, but in his heart, his old orange trees are no worse than this son at all.

I remember when my son was in middle school, he couldn’t eat enough and was not warm at school, and was so hungry that he had a pale face and thin skin. He relied on those orange trees to ensure nutrition.

I remember that when my son first entered junior high school, the school teacher asked the children to take their household registration books to school. The family was far away and the son couldn't come back, so he asked the villagers to take the message and asked him to send it to school.

The day after receiving the news, it started to drizzle in the sky early in the morning. Originally, he planned to send his son a household registration book directly, but then he thought that the bastard would definitely not be willing to spend money to eat at school, so he went into the mountain early in the morning to pick a bag of oranges under the drizzle.

Then he rode his motorcycle at home and took the oranges to the town to sell.

The wind was as cold as a knife that day. He sold more than 30 kilograms of oranges for a whole morning and one afternoon.

At that time, oranges were not worth much, only one yuan per pound. After selling them for more than thirty pounds, they were only more than fifty yuan.

But the fifty yuan at that time was a huge sum of money for this family.

He was standing outside the school gate, counting fragments of money, and was very happy.

When he saw his thin son, he gave his household registration book to his son and stuffed a thick stack of change to his son: "Qingshan, you are still healthy, don't be reluctant to spend money. If you take this money, you will add an egg or some meat to yourself every day for dinner. Do you know?"

He can still clearly remember the way his son got the stack of change at that time, his big watery eyes were filled with tears, and he held the stack of bills tightly with both hands, and could not say a word.

He knew that his son suffered a lot because he was born in this family, so he always wanted his son to live a good life.

But the strength is not allowed.

Therefore, he could only rely on those few orange trees to pick oranges and sell them every winter to sell them, and then add some vegetables to his son.

To him, the orange is not just an orange. It is a thought and a hope.

The orange trees that had helped him take care of his son were like his old guys, like his brothers.

Now more than ten years have passed, the orange tree is old, and he is old too.

My son grew up, but he became less obedient.

Liu Yuanhe felt a little uncomfortable when he thought of this.
Chapter completed!