When Chen Zhigao heard his son say a thousand, he was immediately excited: "This business is big, kid, how much does it cost to get a deal from there?"

Chen Xin didn't want to explain: "Just do it." So he lowered his head to work.

My father said he could do five a day, but Chen Xin had to go to work during the day and could only come back from get off work to stay up late. Fortunately, he was young and fast, so it should be no problem to do five.

In this way, the father and son can make ten a day. It takes at least three months to make enough 1,000, and the time is desperate.

However, people must have a beginning, and only when they have a beginning will there be results.

Just like a person walking, with the first step, there will be the second step, the hundredth step, and ten thousand steps, and you can finally reach the end.

Chen Xin is a person who is more apt to do things, and he has to do what he recognizes.

Chen Zhigao: "Well, we have been making this cage from today, but there are not so many materials."

"Cutting, bamboo and wood are not enough to borrow from others."

Chen Zhigao didn't say anything anymore. While working, he murmured to himself: "A cage must be sold for 60 yuan. After deducting capital, you can earn ten yuan. We two of us make ten yuan a day, and three thousand yuan a month. With your work, you can save 60,000 yuan a year. You can pay off your marriage bride price in three or four years. My kid, when will you go on a blind date with your third uncle?"

Chen Xin didn't say anything, and tried hard to cut the bamboo with a knife, making bamboo slices, and then polished them with sandpaper to smooth them.

Only "rustling" sounds were heard throughout the yard.

The night gradually became deeper and Chen Xin was still working.

A fifteen-watt energy-saving lamp was lit under the eaves, and the white light was dim.

The insects flew around the lights and chirped. The night in the mountain village was very cold, but Chen Xin was soaked in sweat.

In order to refresh himself, he drank strong tea in big mouthfuls, and from time to time he opened his throat: "I have crossed mountains and seas, and also passed through crowds of people. Everything I once had drifted like smoke in a blink of an eye. I was once lost and disappointed and lost all directions until I saw the ordinary is the only answer. When you are still fantasizing about your tomorrow..."

At the end of the singing, it became so sad.

He burst into tears.

In the room, Chen Xin's mother was tortured and couldn't help but scold her, "What is Xindo doing? What's the job she doesn't sleep in the middle of the night? She even started singing."

Chen Zhigao: "The baby is sad."

Chen Xin's mother scolded again: "Isn't it just a divorce? What's the good thing about his wife in the city? I've called me mom over the years of marriage, and I can't go back a few days a year. When I got married with her, my new dog was like a backdoor. I even paid for a son for nothing. Isn't the women in the city just a little whiter, better-looking, can they be eaten as food?"

Chen Zhigao: "Yes, it's good to see that the new dog will feel good when it's alive, just like the salt in the dish."

"you……"

Chen Zhigao: "Forget it, I won't sleep anymore, I'll get up to work too."

Chen Xin stopped singing, and the father and son were busy, not feeling that it was three o'clock in the morning, so they took a shower and went to bed to rest.

He glared for a moment, got up at half past six, had breakfast, and rode his motorcycle to work in the city.

After working hard last night, he and Chen Zhigao made six chicken cages and neatly arranged them in the yard.

Chen Xin's mother asked curiously what this was. Chen Xin said he didn't know either. Anyway, he gave this drawing and just did what he said.

There are two kinds of raw materials for making chicken cages, bamboo and wood.

Bamboo is easy to deal with. There are bamboos on Chen Xin’s mountain and two cages of charity bamboos behind the house. It is really not enough. You can borrow them from others first and then you can pay them back to others.

But the wood matter is very troublesome. The mountains here are all stone mountains, and the stone desertification is serious. In addition, the altitude is high, and a pine tree will not be able to become a timber for thirty or fifty years. If you want to borrow it, you have nowhere to borrow it.

Let’s spend money on the market to buy it. Chen Xin’s savings are only a little bit, and he still has to buy chicken seedlings, which is not enough at all.

He had a headache. After thinking for a long time, his eyes lit up when he saw the two-sided rooms in his old house.

Decades ago, cement red bricks were much more expensive than wood. Therefore, rural houses were built using wood, and local tree species such as solid green hill wood and camphor trees.

The two wing rooms were used to make chicken coops in Chen Xin's plan, and the two walls facing the yard were to be removed.

First, it is for ventilation so that the weather will not cause the chicken to be suffocated to death. Second, it is also convenient to use feed.

Several walls are made of thick wooden boards. They can be used as basket racks for chicken cages when they are removed and replaced.

He did it right away, and Chen Xin immediately picked up the crowbar and started to move his hands.

The movement became loud, and the earth shook.

Chen Zhigao and his wife were cooking dinner at the stove. They were so shocked that they threw the shovel and ran out: "It's an earthquake, it's an earthquake... Ah, new dog, what are you doing, why are you demolishing the house?"

Chen Xin didn't say anything and continued to use force. In a blink of an eye, he pried a big hole out of the wall of the west wing.

Chen Zhigao hurriedly grabbed him: "Are you trying to make a cage and ask for wood?"

Chen Xin nodded.

Chen Xin’s mother: “You can buy it when you make a cage and sell it. You can buy it if you lack wood. It’s not that you don’t have the capital. As for demolition? Besides, if someone places such a large order, won’t you pay in advance?”

Chen Xin didn't say anything, and he didn't know how to answer, and he still kept his face calmly and continued to use force.

Chen Xin’s mother seemed to understand something: “Is this a chicken cage? You still want to raise chickens.”

Chen Xin: "I want to raise it."

The mother was angry: "New dog, chickens are not something we can raise in housework like us, it costs so much money."

Chen Xin: "The money spent on bride prices is more, and I have to carry a lot of money."

"Is that comparable? People always have to get married."

"Why do people have to get married? I want to raise chickens."

"What to raise? There is nothing to discuss about this."

"I'm going to raise it."

"Anyway, it's not possible. This old house is here when you marry yourself. If you want to demolish it today, it's a prodigal son. If you want to demolish it, do you want to demolish it? You will first remove my old bones. I'll let you raise it, and I'll let you raise it!" The mother became more and more angry as she spoke. She lifted her knife and chopped it at the already-made chicken cage.

Chen Xin didn't say anything, and lay directly on the chicken cage, turned to look at his mother, meaning: Why don't you chop me first?

"When I can't kill you, you're a bachelor. If you don't get married, our family will be the last one. Instead of being ridiculed, I might as well kill you first."

"Mom, I live without dignity."

"What did you say?" Mother was stunned.

"I don't have money, I live without dignity. Let me tell you the truth. The reason why Yangyang's mother divorced me was because she thought I was poor. She had already found a next family. You said, what's the use of me even if I go to find a wife now? I have to run away... Dad, mom, I don't want to live like this." All the grievances of Chen Xin over the past few months surged into his heart, and tears poured down.

Chen Zhigao sighed and helped his son: "Don't cry, men can't cry, get up and work."

When I said that, I used a bamboo strip to string the place that had just been cut off by my wife.

"Yes, if you can't die, you have to work." Chen Xin wiped his eyes, picked up the saw and started making a stand.

Chen Xin's mother's nose was also sore, but she refused to admit defeat: "You have to make trouble, but I don't care, but I'm not allowed to demolish the house, otherwise I'll die for you."
Chapter completed!