Good Man Training System

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Since the last rumors, Aunt Zhang was rumored to be a lunatic. She still didn't give up, saying that she had heard it right, and believed that Ji Huai would definitely go to university. The Fengs and his wife could hardly tell.

Everyone should be a joke, and some people waited to see if it was right. After waiting, Ji Huai did not leave. Aunt Zhang walked around herself. She was nervous all day, and finally suffered a stroke and his whole body was hemiplegia. .

Aunt Zhang used to relied on Ji Zhuang to be the production team leader, and she used the public for personal gain. She was also arrogant and clever in the village on weekdays. On the contrary, everyone had no sympathy, and some people said this was a sign of aggravation of madness.

Her temper became uncertain, Ji Zhuang and Ji Dahai were also miserable, and they were convinced that she was suffering from lunatic disease, and even invited the master to come to the house to do things, hoping to drive away ghosts and spirits.

The other end.

Seeing that Ji Huai could sell agarwood for so much money, Feng Dafeng felt eager again, and he had the energy to go up the mountain as long as he was free.

I came and went two times. I didn't get much, but it was a bit rewarding. Sometimes he went to the city and sold one or two, and he was satisfied with him. He would also buy one or two pieces of tofu or half a catty of bean sprouts to improve his food.

Ji Huai did not give up looking for Morinda citrifolia.

The baby will be born next month. For the rest of the time, he has to save money to raise the baby and send Feng Qiaolan to a hospital in the city to give birth.

In the village, many women gave birth only to barefoot doctors to deliver the babies at home, and some went to the town to save money. He didn't dare to be sloppy, he had to send her to the city, so that he could suffer less.

At noon that day, he picked up a bundle of firewood, went around half a circle, and chopped a piece of agarwood. It is estimated that he could only take out three or four pairs of agarwood.

He found a lot of Morinda vine roots near the top of the mountain. At this time, it is approaching the flowering period, and some vine root flowers bloom early, and occasionally one or two can be seen. The corolla is white and nearly bell-shaped, which is still quite distinctive and easy to recognize.

Ji Huai walked over and pulled a piece of vine roots, and when he picked it up, it was no different from the last time he saw it. Then he went around and looked around. The vine roots spread everywhere, and they were able to turn very far.

How to find this?

He is one head and two big. As for the vicinity of Fujine, there is nothing different, just like finding a needle in a haystack.

The soil on the mountain is not easy to dig, there are big rocks everywhere, not to mention digging one or two meters, it is half a meter, it is hard to dig. So there is no judgment, he won't do it easily.

Ji Huai looked for agarwood while looking for Morinda citrifolia, and saw that the cane would cut a short section forward, contrast and contrast in his hand, and then walked back.

There are many agarwood trees on the mountain, but not many can take out agarwood. During this time, he chopped a lot of it off and on. It will take nearly a year for a new agarwood to form, and Feng Dafeng will also follow suit. Now sometimes, after a day's walk, it may not be possible to cut a piece.

I have cut a piece today, and I must be content.

Ji Huai went around and found nothing, he felt boring. Take out the shaved bamboo from the bamboo basket, apply slime to tie the worms, and start catching birds.

Two days ago, he chopped bamboo and made a bamboo cage. He planned to raise a few birds. When Feng Qiaolan was in confinement, he could eat more to replenish his body.

After setting up the trap, he hid behind the big tree and sat on the ground to rest.

There is less food in winter, and birds are eager to find food, and they are quick to be fooled. Several times before, he caught three birds a day with short intervals. I don't know what's going on today. After waiting for a long time, I didn't see the trace of the bird, but the bug kept screaming, which made people very noisy.

When he backed up, he almost stepped on an ant den, and quickly moved to the side, still looking around with lingering fears, and sat down after making sure that it was all right.

Just waiting bored, there are Morinda citrifolia leaves on the right side, and they are climbing up the small wild tree.

He had no patience, leaned forward, and pulled directly over vigorously. The roots of the vine were entangled tightly, and the small tree bends toward him.

"Twitter~"

A few birds flew up not far away, and he stopped his movements, his eyes were fixed on them, his body motionless.

A bird flew down, looking at the bug, and his little black feet moved forward, the agile bird's eyes gazed everywhere, and several wings were inflamed.

This bird is fat and fleshy at first glance. Ji Huai's breathing slowed down, and he dared not let go of the hand that was pulling the vine root, staring at it for fear of making any movement.

He thought it over. He took the bird back, half of it was used to stew soup for the daughter-in-law and the child, and the other half was braised in brown sauce.

The bird kept walking forward, seeing Ji Huai getting closer and closer, the corners of Ji Huai's mouth were raised, with the potential to win. Be ready to get up at any time. If you get stuck, you must quickly grab the money, but you can't let it go.

Just half a step away, there was a sudden "　嚓", and the small tree trunk he was pulling was overwhelmed and torn.

The bird panicked and turned and flew away. Ji Huai's face was as dark as pot stickers. He turned to look at the vine root and the broken small wild tree, his jaw collapsed tighter, and the anger was called Wang Wang.

The rattan entangled in the tree has also been pulled over. He swung his knife to cut it and was too lazy to untie it from the trunk. He wanted to throw it away, but stopped in the next second.

The vine root in his hand was a little different from the previous one, and the vine root was hollow in the middle.

Ji Huai thought for a while, stood up and walked over, found a nearby vine root, took a knife and cut a short section, and the result was the same as the one in his hand, with all hollows in the middle.

Sick?

Looking at the green leaves, he thought it was impossible.

Holding the gambling element, he walked to the side to take the **** and dig directly.

The soil here is hard, and there are often stones. It is very difficult to dig, and from time to time I have to squat down to pry stones.

Digging and digging, it was very hard. After digging for a long time, but still did not see the root of the vine, Ji Huai felt that it was a mistake in judgment, and there should be no root eyelashes underground.

Just when he was about to give up, he suddenly saw an eyelash the size of a little finger in the crevices of the underground stones. The skin was yellow-white, cylindrical in shape, and there were horizontal cracks on the surface, bent and twisted in the crevices.

Much like the Morinda he saw at the acquisition station, but a bit short.

He squatted down and looked at it carefully, and then continued to dig hard, and several eyelashes came out one after another, all the size of a little finger, some of them were in the shape of beads with vertical wrinkles on the surface.

After digging out a sweat, the tiny lashes that were only taken out were connected with Morinda citrifolia, which can be determined to be the root lashes of Morinda citrifolia.

The root eyelashes were pitifully ugly, thin and small, but Ji Huai was able to work hard. When he took out the root eyelashes and grasped it in his hand, he couldn't restrain his excitement.

The root of the vine is probably hollow at the place closest to the morinda root eyelashes, which is the basis for judgment.

In order to confirm his guess, he began to walk down the mountain again, and when he saw the leaves of Morinda citrifolia, he pulled a piece forward to see if the vine root was hollow.

After pulling several paragraphs, he found hollow vine roots in the grass halfway up the mountain, and he digged it with his hoe.

Before digging deep down, the inner eyelashes really showed up. These eyelashes were yellowish-brown, one by one bigger than his thumb.

He quickly dug up the side again, and the exposed eyelashes became more and more, more and more, one by one.

This time, Jihuai dug a large area, the cross-sectional length is about more than one meter, and the digging down is more than two meters. The age of Morinda citrifolia here is probably not small, and the root eyelashes are too thick.

After all the digging was completed, he lifted the morinda root eyelashes he had dug up in his hand. Some were cylindrical and some were pearl-shaped. It was a bit hard to hold with one hand, and the hanging root eyelashes were about to reach the ground.

It must be more than fifteen catties.

No one will come to dig this kind of thing now, it will be easier to find, and the output is huge. The Morinda citrifolia just now should not be very old, so it is short.

If it weren't for it late today, he would still like to dig elsewhere, after all, the harvest was great.

When Ji Huai went down the mountain, he had just set up a trap, and he even bumped into a bird rolling aside. He forgot to arrange the trap, and trot up and caught the bird. He felt like it was a waste of money.

Although he was exhausted and exhausted, he was refreshed.

Back home, Feng Qiaolan was feeding the chickens in the yard. Feng's mother was cooking. He poured out the morinda in the back basket, and then took the basin to fetch water, ready to wash.

When Feng Dafeng came back to see this scene, he stepped forward and couldn't help being surprised.

Although he has never dug, he knows it.

"It was dug from the mountain." Ji Huai was scooping water, rubbing the Morinda citrifolia in a basin to wash off the loess on the surface, and asked, "Dad, is this medicinal material dried directly?"

Mother Feng poked her head out from inside, "You have to steam it first, then break it up before drying, and then you can put it away after drying. You dig so much, do you want to soak in wine or make soup? No need to make soup. so much."

The villagers dug up this thing skillfully, usually to soak in wine, and sometimes a little bit of seasoning is added to the soup.

"I'm going to dry it and sell it. The last time I went to the purchase station, I saw someone selling it. It was about eleven yuan a catty." Ji Huai washed one part and put the other part in.

"So expensive?" Mother Feng was dumbfounded, and quickly trot over, staring at the Morinda halberds, "Is this thing so expensive?"

"It can be used as medicine, of course it is expensive. I am going to dry it and sell it. Xiaolan is about to give birth, so I have to save some money." Ji Huai nodded, and continued to wash.

Feng Qiaolan also came over, picked up one and looked at it, very surprised, "It's so expensive, isn't it hard to dig?"

"It's hard to dig." Feng Dafeng was inevitably a little uneasy. He stepped forward and looked at it for several times. "The root eyelashes look very old. This thing is full of vine roots, but the root eyelashes are difficult to dig. Before that, Ji Er was fattened by him. Grandpa dug a hole in the mountain to plant a tree and dug out such a big one, and the villagers usually use it to make wine."

Ji Huai poured out the yellow water in the basin, took another spoonful of water to wash the basin, and then filled it with water for a second time, raising his hand to wipe the sweat, "I dug a few pits and didn’t find it. I started to look for it. Today, I discovered a different place. The vine roots near the eyelashes are hollow and cannot be dug out."

Feng Dafeng's eyes changed and his tone improved slightly, "Fenggen is hollow, are you sure?"

People in the countryside generally don’t dig out any medicinal materials to sell.

He knows that chicken intestine wind is a good thing, but he only knows that this thing is not easy to dig, and it is difficult to find, rather than the high price given by the purchase station.

If there is a basis for judgment and no matter how high the purchase price is, he feels that he has found a way out.

"I dug in two places and dug them right." Ji Huai didn't hide it privately either, and said the truth.

"Isn't you able to find it by looking at the roots of the vines?" Mother Feng is even more turbulent than Feng Dafeng, because Feng Dafeng is so strong and suffers hardship, Ji Huai can dig so much, isn't he more capable?

Hearing, Ji Huai also nodded, and then gave Feng Dafeng the piece of agarwood in the bamboo basket. The other party also chopped two pieces the day before yesterday, and after taking it, he can sell it together tomorrow.

The agarwood that Ji Huai recently cut back was given to Feng Dafeng, and the money sold can be used to supplement his household.

After Feng Dafeng took it over, he cut on one side. Feng Qiaolan planned to help Ji Huai wash together, but he refused and could only sit on one side.

The bird he caught was tied to his feet and set aside. Mother Feng put it in the birdcage when she came out, went to the chicken coop and picked up two eggs. She was in a good mood, "I steamed dry rice today and used wild vegetables. Fried eggs, fry the remaining sausages, and cook another egg soup, it’s almost done."

Feng Dafeng sold agarwood last time and bought some rice back. There was a little more rice at home, so he ate better this meal.

"Mom, I'll pick some dishes and wash them in the soup, otherwise it will be too boring." Feng Qiaolan stood up and said.

Mother Feng: "Okay!"

Feng Qiaolan walked to the yard and picked two small green vegetables. When he was about to walk to the water tank to wash it, Ji Huai reached out and took it, "It's all water stains and the ground is slippery. I'll wash it."

She stretched out her hand and handed it to him. After he took it, she broke it in threes or twos. The scoop started to wash. After washing a few times, she walked to the kitchen while twisting the dishes into several sections and placing them on the stove where Feng Mu was cooking. Go up, "Mom, I'm putting it here."

"Good." Mother Feng opened her eyes and smiled, deserved enthusiasm.

Ji Huai didn't let Feng Qiaolan approach, so she moved a stool and sat on the side. Ji Huai continued to come back to wash Morinda citrifolia, and also took a knife and cutting board. After washing it, she cut it off and shortened it for easy cooking.

Feng Dafeng was also earnestly grinding, and the family was busy, occasionally saying a few words or not speaking, and the atmosphere was unprecedentedly harmonious, even with a touch of warmth.

Ji Huai processed the Morinda officinalis, and Feng mother was also helping out when she was cooking. She seemed to let out a long sigh of relief, her mouth cocked with unconcealable excitement, "It would be great if it could sell for eleven yuan a catty, Xiao Lan is about to have a baby, and you also have money in your hands, so you don't panic."

Ji Huai added firewood to the stove, not in a hurry to answer, "If you don't sell this, you have to find other lucrative jobs. Of course, you can't panic. There will be a lot of money to spend later."

"Yes, if you can think so, Mom will rest assured." Feng mother is thankful that he has this knowledge and is more comfortable.

That night.

Ji Huai taught Feng Qiaolan for an hour and then asked her some questions. When she was working on the question, he didn't read the book anymore, but was immersed in writing.

He Feng Qiaolan couldn't solve the last big question. After thinking about it for a long time, he stopped writing, and just wanted to ask him, but found that he was fascinated by writing, and he was still thinking about it.

She was very curious, Yu Guang secretly glanced over, couldn't see what he was writing, and faintly knew that she was writing an article, just when she wanted to crane her neck and look again, Ji Huai did not cover it, and a soft voice rang, "It's done. ?"

"No." She sat upright and continued to hold the pen.

Ji Huai: "Continue."

"I can't figure it out." She was a little discouraged, without a clue.

"The time has not come, don't be distracted. If you really can't do it, just check the questions you made earlier." Ji Huai didn't look up, and the pen in his hand moved down again, starting another paragraph to continue writing.

Feng Qiaolan didn't dare to relax, continued to adjust the state, and then proceeded to calculate.

The last question is really difficult. She has been working on it for a long time, and she can't think of it. The time should have come. Ji Huai is still quietly working on the manuscript he wrote, and the speed of writing is getting faster and faster.

Feng Qiaolan checked again from start to finish. After sitting for a long time, her back was sore, and the child in her stomach was kicking her. The more kicking became more vigorous, she whispered, raised her head to look at him, and pursed her lips. Finally, she said, "Baby Say I want to eat chocolate."

The chocolate is really delicious, but she is reluctant to eat more. After eating a piece of chocolate several times, she never finished it, and she was wrapped tightly every time.

Ji Huai stopped writing, stretched out her hand to one side, took out the tightly wrapped piece of chocolate and handed it to her, "You should finish eating it, or it will melt."

"There is so much left." She was reluctant to finish it. "Would you like to eat too?"

He doesn't feel bad when he eats her.

Ji Huai shook his head with a look of disinterest, and continued to write his articles.

Feng Qiaolan broke it a little more and put it in her mouth, a strong sweetness spread on the tip of her tongue. Seeing Ji Huai's writing fascinated, she looked at him, moved to his side, lazily leaned her head on him, and delivered the weight of her body to him.

Ji Huai paused at the tip of his pen, glanced at her sideways, and said softly, "I haven't finished writing yet. I can't talk to you tonight. If I'm sleepy, I will go to bed first."

She refused, and continued to sit with him, originally leaning on him, but finally holding him, becoming more clingy.

When he finished writing the article, she yawned a few times and refused to sleep when she went to bed. She pestered him and said, "There is no topic today, and I have learned less. You have to tell me a chapter of history."

"You are so sleepy, can you still listen?" Ji Huai expressed doubt.

She didn't follow, "You have to tell, I can't sleep if you don't tell me, I will panic when I'm lazy, and I'll be energetic when I listen."

Ji Huai chuckled, and then talked about history in the last class. However, he has the ability to make history series interesting, and he also has the ability to deliberately talk boring.

The previous few times were easy to understand, and the story was interesting. This time, I talked about boring knowledge, and it was difficult to understand what Feng Qiaolan said. The more I listened, the more sleepy Feng Qiaolan heard, and the eyes closed, and she muttered, "Okay. It's hard, I sound like falling asleep."

"Listen carefully." Ji Huai reminded her.

"Yeah." She replied softly, and after he deliberately lowered her voice, she was successfully hypnotized.

Seeing her asleep, Ji Huai smiled at the corners of her mouth, pulled up the quilt on her body, hugged her from behind, with her chest pressed to her back, and soon fell asleep.

The next day.

Ji Huaitian woke up before dawn, earlier than Feng's mother.

Mother Feng took out the remaining flour. While mixing the noodles, Ji Huai was crushing the Morinda citrifolia which was cooked yesterday in the yard. After crushing, he had to take out the inner core.

The core is useless, it will increase its weight, and the purchase station will refuse to accept it, otherwise the price will be kept low.

Pieces of pieces are broken, and they have to be placed in the corner to wait for the sun.

Feng Dafeng woke up a little later. When he woke up, Ji Huai had already knocked a little better, his movements became more and more skilled, and he worked fast. He saw that this kid was getting more and more pleasing to his eyes, and he said slowly, "Don't do it, eat breakfast first."

"You eat first, I'll come in a while." Ji Huai didn't knock the Morinda halberd any more, but held up the knocked Morinda and continued to place it on the ground in the corner of the yard.

The sky is already bright and the sun is gradually rising. The light is good in this place and you can get the sun.

Feng Dafeng is going to the purchase station in the urban area to sell agarwood today. This batch is a little too much, and it is estimated that there will be a couple of two, and a half of it was cut back by Ji Huai to get him.

Feng's mother fried several noodles today, with wild vegetables in it, on the one hand, it can save flour, on the other hand, the wild vegetables are really fragrant when fried.

After the three of them had breakfast, they left a piece of dough for Feng Qiaolan, who was still sleeping, and the rest was packed up for Feng Dafeng to take for lunch. After all, it would take a day to go to the market before returning in the evening.

After Feng Dafeng left, Ji Huai went to the workshop. After completing today's task, he took the **** and went up the mountain.

Today, the mountains have not been overexploited, and there are many trees and plants, as well as Morinda citrifolia.

Knowing how to distinguish, he can find it much faster, just looking at the vine root, if it is not hollow, then the root eyelashes are mostly not here, and he will quickly go to the next place.

It’s easy to find it, but the root eyelashes are really not that easy to find. He barely found one after a long time ago, and he almost dug out the wrong place.

Fortunately, the Morinda officinalis on the mountain is quite old. No one came to dig it before. Now it is a large area. They are all rooted more than one meter underground, and the roots are thicker than the thumb.

The vitality of this thing is tenacious. When it takes root down, if it is blocked by a stone, it can also pass through the gap, reach the next place, and continue to grow.

The small piece that Ji Huai dug is more than ten kilograms visually.

When Feng Dafeng came back, he saw that he was washing Morinda citrifolia again. Once he washed it, it was a big pot, and the dozen or so pieces of agarwood that he sold for an instant were not fragrant.

This kid is still lazy working on the team. He went back to the team to pay money. With Ji Huai's work points, there is really not much money left besides supporting himself.

He doesn't dare to say that studying is useless now. He has been digging for most of his life and has done several kinds of coolies, but he hasn't used his brains to realize his life as quickly as possible.

"Is this dug on the mountain today?" Feng Dafeng asked.

"Well, it was dug up this afternoon." Ji Huai nodded, and set the fire on while washing, preparing to steam.

Feng Dafeng nodded without saying anything, and took the flour and brown sugar he bought to the kitchen.

Mother Feng smiled from ear to ear, she was very happy, and asked, "Did you see the chicken intestines that Ji Huai dug? It's better than yesterday, he is really capable."

"Yeah." Feng Dafeng replied very lightly. Hearing the voice of Feng Qiaolan and Ji Huai talking and laughing, he snorted calmly.

In the past, he was the pillar of the family. Now his status in the family is declining. He is uncomfortable, but he is not disgusted. He can only ignore it and make up his mind that he will go up the mountain to dig morinda when he has time.

What strength can Ji Huai have? Last autumn harvest, he alone could carry 150 kilograms of grain to the town to hand in grain. How many kilograms did Ji Huai pick?

Sixty catties!

And also panting.

That night, Ji Huai was busy until late, not only smashed the Morinda citrifolia that was steamed today to get the core, but also had to smash the rest of the morning. After a day's work, my hands became weak.

Feeling soft back, looking at the Morinda halberd that he received in the house, he felt full of accomplishment in his heart.

He thinks it through. When it’s dried, he can take it to the purchase station to sell. The money in exchange can buy a workbook for his daughter-in-law and a few more new textbooks. The rest of the money will be saved for his children. use. :,,