Sweet Planting Life of Two Young Masters

Chapter One Hundred and Twenty

"You used to stay in a backward place, and you are also concerned about education. Many people don't go to school after junior high school or high school, and there are very few people who go to college, right?" Fang's father asked.

Fang Honghua nodded blankly.

That’s what Fang’s father said. They are backward and have low academic qualifications. The only thing they have is elementary school. If they want to go to junior high and high school, they have to go to town. Most people don’t even go to junior high school. If the family conditions are good, I will go to high school again, and there are few college students in the whole village.

Who makes even reading a lot of money?

If you have time to study, it is better to go to work earlier to make more money for the family and reduce the burden on the family.There are many people who have this idea, almost everyone in the village thinks so.

"Then what do you do after you stop studying?" Fang's father gave a few examples: "Working? Moving bricks? Waiter? Babysitter? Or entering the factory as a worker?"

Fang Honghua thought for a while and nodded hesitantly.

According to the villagers who left the village and went to work after they came back, what they did was nothing more than these low-level jobs. Most people entered the factory, and their wages were much higher than staying in the village to plant land. , After a few years, you can save a lot of money.

She also quickly said: "That's what I think, go find a factory job, and then..."

"How much can you save as a worker's wages?" Fang Mu said without concealment: "If you want to stay in the capital, you will have to buy a house sooner or later. Do you know the housing prices in the capital? Sooner or later, you have to buy a transport car, a house, a car, and all these add up. If you are just a worker, you won’t be able to save the money for a house even if you make a lifetime.”

Fang Honghua was dumbfounded.

"Mom." Fang Ke glanced at Fang's mother.

Fang's mother calmed down and nodded to her embarrassedly.

Fang Honghua grinned reluctantly, but took these words to heart.

She thought to herself that she was right, saying that housing prices in the capital are high, and it is not easy to buy a house.

Thinking of this, she suddenly asked cautiously: "House prices in the capital...tens of thousands?"

Fang Huai couldn't hold back all of a sudden, he covered his mouth and laughed.

Fang Ke glanced at him warningly, pushed his glasses, and said, "The place is different, and the price is different. Like our house, it costs more than 100,000 yuan."

"Ten... hundreds of thousands?!" Fang Honghua was completely dazed.

She originally thought it was a huge sum of 200,000, but she could only buy one square?!

This...this...this can't even fit a bed!

"Regardless of any industry, people who stand at the top of the pyramid must have outstanding knowledge. Age is not a problem. Many successful entrepreneurs are still learning when they grow old. For those with low academic qualifications like you, there are also social targets at this level. For the adult class, as long as you put your mind down and learn, everything is not a problem." Fang said.

"but……"

"Even if you want to be a worker, don't you have to be a low-level female worker for a lifetime? If you want to be a manager, you have to read characters and understand management knowledge. The more you climb, the more you have to learn. Many. Even if you don’t want to be a worker and you want to do business, you have to learn marketing methods, how to advertise, let everyone know your business, how to ensure that you do not lose money in business, and there will be no opportunities in the sky. , It’s impossible to lose money. No matter what it is, you need to learn and fight for it yourself.” Father Fang said at last: “So we want you to enroll in an adult class, study first, and then do it. Don’t worry about the tuition. , If you find it troublesome, we can also help you afford it."

Fang Honghua murmured and nodded, without saying yes or disagree.

Seeing her dazed face, everyone knew that she had listened to it, so they didn't continue talking, but let her think about it all by herself.

Fang Honghua stayed in Fang's house that night.

Fang Yan happily, after taking a shower, lying on the bed for a while, unable to fall asleep, he ran to the door of the guest room and pressed the door handle carefully.

The room was dark, and Fang Honghua fell asleep very early on her work and rest habits.

He cautiously shouted: "Mother Flower?"

"Hey." The person on the bed moved and pressed the switch, "It's inkstone."

"Mother Hua, can I sleep with you?"

Fang Honghua had nothing to disagree, smiled and patted the position beside her: "Come on."

Fang Yan ran over happily.

He climbed onto the bed, got into the quilt and lay down, hugged her very happily, rubbed her, closed his eyes and said, "I'm already lying down."

Fang Honghua turned off the light and lay down.

Neither mother and son can sleep, one is because of excitement, the other is because of something in their hearts.

After a long time, Fang Yan said softly: "Mother Hua, are you asleep?"

Fang Honghua said.

"I can not sleep."

Fang Honghua patted him and hummed a nursery rhyme that Fang Yan was very familiar with.Amidst the soft singing, Fang Yan suddenly felt back to before. Every time he couldn't sleep, Mama Hua would hum an unknown soft tone to coax him to sleep.

Gradually, he fell asleep.

But Fang Honghua was still awake.Feeling the breathing of the child in her arms gradually calmed down, she closed her mouth.Holding her adopted son, she turned her head and looked out the window, because the curtain was not drawn, so she could clearly see the moon outside.

The capital is the capital, and even the moon seems to be larger than in their village.

But if you stay here, it's really not easy.

When one gets serious, it should not be underestimated.

In the early morning of the next morning, Fang Honghua woke up early as usual before the sky was up.The adopted son was still sleeping soundly in her arms, and Fang Honghua got up cautiously, moving gently to get up.

When she went out, even the old hen in the yard hadn't woken up yet.

But there are already people on the road who get up early to work.

She and a passerby inquired about something, and under the guidance of the passer-by, she got on the bus to the city, and the driver repeatedly confirmed where to get off before sitting down.

When Fang Yan got up, the bed next to him was cold.

Fang Yan rubbed his eyes, looked around the room, but couldn't find Fang Honghua.

He quickly opened the quilt and got out of bed, and ran off.

The servants of the Fang family had already gotten up to work, and everyone only saw a small figure rushing past their eyes, and then ran back one hundred and eighty degrees, and stopped in front of them.

Fang Yan raised his head and asked, "Have you seen where Mother Hua went?"

Everyone shook their heads, no one knew.