He Boge and Wei Taiqiang and others knew that if these people were not helped, they would not get the entry threshold for e-sports competitions, but He Boge and others were not prepared to help them free of charge.

Hoberg knows that these people are in the hearts of their hearts. If you give them too many, they will not only not be grateful, but will instead attack you.

These people were made. He Boge and Wei Taiqiang and others have suffered losses from many people, so they know how to deal with these people.

All the doors in the corridor suddenly opened, and the girls' heads stretched out from the lights here, as if flowers bloomed from the buds under the sun, but the cuckoo shouted ruthlessly: "Go, it's not you, nor you, no one is looking for you! This person is looking for a little pink face from Suzhou and is looking for lotus flowers!"

A voice came from the corridor, vague, as if mocking him. A girl as red as a pomegranate shouted loudly: "Let the lotus ask for this guy, he has a smell of earth and garlic on his body!"

Wei Taiqiang heard this, but he disdained to answer, because although her words were like a sharp knife stabbing his heart, he was worried that he did look like a farmer like she said. However, when he thought of the money in his waist, he continued to walk over bravely. Finally, Du Juan slapped a closed door with her palm, and walked into the room without waiting for anyone to open the door. Inside, on a bed covered with a red flower quilt, sat a slender girl.

If someone had told him that there were such slender hands in the world, he would not have believed that his hands were so small, his bones were so thin, his fingertips pointed, and his long nails were dyed pink like lotus flowers. If someone had told him before, he would have such small feet wearing pink satin shoes that were as long as a man's middle finger, and he was swaying childishly beside the bed. If someone told him like this, he would not believe it either.

It seemed as if he treated her well in order to make some remedies for the child, and sometimes he brought her to the ground. She followed him silently, and she smiled when he spoke and looked at her.

Wei Taiqiang, his father and grandfather, made a living from the fields in this life. In the area where they live, there will be a deserted year every five years or so. If the gods are kind, there will be seven or eight years or even ten years. This is because God either rains too much or does not fall at all, or because the rain and the melting winter snow in the distant mountains cause the river to flood the north, over hundreds of years of artificial flood control dams flooding the fields.

People often leave the land and return to the land. But Wei Taiqiang now decides to accumulate his property. He wants to make it thick. When he encounters a wasteland, he can live without leaving the land and rely on the income of a good year until the next good year. He is determined to do this, and God also helps him. After seven consecutive years, he has surplus every year after the harvest and use. He hires people to help him farm every year, and has hired six. He also built a new house at the back of his hometown. There is a big house on the front of the yard, and the big house is against the big house on both sides of the yard. The roof of the newly built house was tiled, but the walls are still made of adobe made of mud in the fields, but he wiped the walls with white ash, which looks white and clean. He and his family moved into the new house, while the people he hired and their employed worker Lao Qin lived in the old house in front.

By this time, Wei Taiqiang had tested Lao Qin in a comprehensive manner, and he found that he was very honest and reliable. Therefore, he asked Lao Qin to manage his employers and land and give him more wages - except for two silver dollars a month for meals. However, although Wei Taiqiang advised him to eat more and eat well, he still did not gain meat. He was always so thin and small, so serious and serious. However, he was willing to work, slowly working from morning to night, never speaking, and if there was anything to say, his voice was also low, but his favorite thing was that nothing was done, so he didn't have to talk. He kept hoeing the ground hour after hour, and in the morning or evening, he picked water or human feces and urine into the field and poured it into the vegetable bed.

But Wei Taiqiang still knows that if a hired worker sleeps under the jujube tree for too long every day, eats too much when eating home-cooked tofu, or asks his wife and children to steal a few handfuls of the food they have been harvested, then when the owner and the employer have a dinner at the end of the year, Qin will quietly say to Wei Taiqiang: "Don't hire this person and this person next year."

The exchange of beans and grain between the two seemed to make them brothers, but Wei Taiqiang occupied the eldest, although he was young, and Lao Qin never forgot that he was employed by others and lived in a house that belonged to others.

By the end of the fifth year, Wei Taiqiang rarely worked in the fields. His land had increased a lot, and he had to spend all his time selling his agricultural products and commanding the employers. He had never been to school and was illiterate, and felt very inconvenient. In addition, he felt that this was also a shameful thing. Whenever he signed a contract in a store where grain was bought and sold, such as how much wheat and rice he had signed, he had to humbly say to the arrogant agents in the city: "Sir, please read it to me, okay? I am too stupid."

He also felt that what was disgraceful was that when he had to sign the contract, another man or even a young man would raise his eyebrows contemptuously, dip his brush in ink, and quickly write down the two words "Wei Taiqiang". But what made him feel most disgraceful was the person who signed him for him to joke: "Is it the dragon of the Dragon King or the deaf of the deaf? Or something else?"

Wei Taiqiang had to answer humbly: "You can write whatever you want, I really don't know how to write my name."

This was a day after autumn. Several young men from the grain shop were idle at noon. They were talking about the things that happened in the grain shop. They were not much older than his son, but bursts of laughter. After hearing this, he was very angry. When he walked through his own fields, he said to himself: "Hmph, no one inch of land in the city has land, but everyone can giggle me like a goose, because I am illiterate." At this time, he gradually calmed down and said in his heart: "I can't read first, and I can't write second, which really makes me feel a little embarrassed. I can't let my eldest son go to the field again, he should go to the school in the city to study. In the future, when I go to the grain market, he will read and write for me, and no one will laugh at me as a farmer."

He thought this idea was good, so he called his eldest son to come that day and he had become a straight, tall twelve-year-old boy, who looked like his mother, had a wide face and big feet, but his eyes were as clever as his father. When the child stood in front of him, he said, "Don't go to the ground from today, because I need someone at home who can read a contract and sign it for me, so that I will not be embarrassed in the city."

The child's face was so excited that his face turned red and his eyes lit up.

"Dad," he said, "for two years I have thought I could go to school, but I dare not ask you."

At this time, when his younger brother heard this, he walked in and complained while crying. He often did this because he was a child who liked to speak, and he cried at any time, saying that his part was less than others. Now he sobbed and said to his father, "I don't work in the field anymore. My brother sat comfortably and was your son like him, but I worked in the field like a hired worker. This is unfair!"

Wei Taiqiang couldn't resist his noise, and if he cried loudly and asked for something, Wei Taiqiang would always satisfy him, so Wei Taiqiang quickly said, "Okay, okay, you both go, if God wants to leave one, there is another knowledgeable business for me."

Then, he asked his mother to go to the city to buy cloth to make a big shirt for each child, and he personally went to the stationery store to buy paper, pen and two inkstones. Although he didn't understand stationery and didn't want to say he didn't understand, he still picked and chose what the store showed him. Finally, everything was ready, so he arranged to send the two boys to a private school near the city gate. The private school teacher was an old man who had taken the imperial examination many times before but did not pass the list. Therefore, he put some tables and chairs in his main hall, charged a small amount of money for tuition every festival, and taught the children. He taught the children to read the "Five Classics and Four Books". If the children were lazy or could not recite what they had learned from morning to night, he would knock them with his folded folding fan.

Only when spring and summer are hot, the students can relax, because the old man had to take a nap after lunch, and his sleeping snoring sounded in the dim hut. At that time, the children whispered and played, drew some prank pictures to pass on each other, and smiled secretly and watched a fly buzzing around the old man's open chin, and even whether the fly flew into the old man's mouth to bet on each other. But when the old man suddenly opened his eyes, he often opened his eyes as if he was not asleep, and they were still confused and unaware. At this time, he would pick up his fan and knock on the head of this head and hit the head. Hearing the knocking of his big fan and the shouts of the children, the neighbors would say, "This is a very good old man." And this is why Wei Taiqiang chose this school for his sons to study.

He walked in front of them when he took his sons to school on the first day because it was inappropriate for his father and son to walk side by side. He wrapped a blue hand towel with a full of fresh eggs, and when he arrived at school, he gave the eggs to the elderly gentleman. Wei Taiqiang felt a little awe when he saw the old man's big glasses, his long and fat black cloth shirt, and the big fan he also held in winter. He bowed in front of the old man and said, "Sir, these are my two ignorant children. It is impossible to make their stupid heads clear. So, if you are willing to make me happy, you must whip them hard and force them to study." The two boys stood there, looking at the other children sitting on the stool, and the children were staring at them intently.

But when he left two children home alone, Wei Taiqiang was a little excited because he felt that among all the children in the room, none of them was as tall and strong as his two children, nor did he have the dark and greasy glory on his face. When he walked past the city gate and met a neighbor from the same village, he answered the man's question: "I came back from my son's school today." What surprised the man was that he seemed very careless when he answered. "Now I don't need them to work in the field anymore, they can learn a lot of knowledge."

But after the man passed by, he said to himself, "If my eldest son was the best in the study, I wouldn't be surprised at all!"

From then on, the two boys no longer called "Big Boy" and "Second Boy", but the old man named them. The old man studied their father's profession and determined two names for his sons: the big one was called Nong'an, and the second one was called Nong'an. The first word in each name means wealth comes from the land.

In this way, Wei Taiqiang accumulated his wealth. In the seventh year, due to excessive rain and snow in the northwest, the river in the north of the village where it originated from suddenly surged, and the river broke through the embankment and flooded the fields in the entire area. But Wei Taiqiang was not afraid. Although two-fifths of his land became a lake, the water was so deep that it was overwhelming with people's shoulders, he did not feel afraid.

Throughout the late spring and early summer, the water continued to rise and finally flooded into a vast ocean. The water surface was rippling, reflecting the clouds, mountain moons, willows and bamboos whose trunks were submerged in the water. Here and there, there were some adobe houses where the owner had left, slowly collapsed and fell into the water and mud. Similarly, all houses not built on the hills like Wei Taiqiang also collapsed and fell. The hills were like prominent islands. People traveled with the city by boat. And some people had starved to death as before.

But Wei Taiqiang was not afraid. The money owed to him in the grain market, his warehouse was filled with harvests from the past two years, his house stood high on the hill, far from the water, and he had nothing to be afraid of.

But because of the large amount of land that cannot be cultivated, he has never been more idle in his life than he is now. He has no sleep anymore, and he has done everything he should do, his idleness and his abundant meals have made him irritated. In addition, there are those workers who have hired them for a year, and have let them eat half idle, and wait for the flood to fade, and he is too stupid to do his own work. So he asked them to repair the roofs of old houses, and to install tiles in the new roof where the rain leaks, and to ask them to repair hoes, rakes and ploughs, arrange them to raise livestock, buy ducks for the water, and to braid them into ropes. All these work he had to do on his own when he was farming himself, and after all he had done nothing, he had no idea what he should do.

(End of this chapter)
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