Fan Wubing asked the reason urgently.

It turned out that it was because of the bad background that the father of the three brothers was a rightist. Although he was dead, the hat of the rightist had not been taken off, which affected the admissions. When they saw this, they said nothing and directly rejected it.

"So that's it." Fan Wubing nodded and was speechless.

The three brothers were walking in the car, but they felt very strange in their hearts. The child in front of them looked just four or five years old, so why did he look old and old? He had a very mature temperament in his words and deeds. Otherwise, the three of them would not have listened to him like this, and even told him about these old sesame and bad things.

"Then what are your plans?" Fan Wubing asked.

The boss replied, "There is a wasteland on the east side of the village. Because the geology is not good, no one has ever asked for it. We discussed with the village and decided to open up the land there. We paid enough rations for the village. The more or less left, all of them belong to us."

"Uh--" Fan Wubing was stunned when he heard this and didn't react to the news at once.

It seems that this matter should not be done by you three brothers, right? Fan Wubing remembers very clearly that in a broken thatched house in Xiaogang Production Team, Fengyang County, Anhui Province, more than a month later, eighteen old-fashioned and hungry farmers faced a contract with a dim kerosene lamp, and each of them pressed their blood-red fingerprints nervously, and everyone swears: they would rather be killed in prison than to divide the land into households to carry out the contract. This contract contract, which later existed in the China Revolutionary Museum, was considered the "first shot" of China's rural reform.

Fan Wubing has seen such a contract of contracts, and the blood-red handprints on it are memorable.

Could it be that history will change slightly because of the arrival of my butterfly? Fan Wubing was heartbroken and hurriedly asked about the details.

In fact, there is a wasteland in the village, but no matter how deserted the land is, it is still a state and collective. It is not something that anyone can plant just by thinking. The things that grow cannot be said to be freely controlled. However, the people in the village pity these three brothers who have no food to eat and have agreed to this matter. As long as the superiors don’t say anything, there is nothing wrong, right?

There are still some requirements, that is, the three brothers have to raise some money to mortgage it in the village, and the land cannot be planted in a waste, right? In addition, the three brothers have to solve the problem of seeds and fertilizers themselves, and the farm tools can be used in the village. In fact, everyone is from the same village, and no one will stand idly when they can help.

"That's it!" Fan Wubing nodded, "By the way, my name is Fan Wubing, I haven't asked you three elder brothers' names yet."

"Fan Wubing?!" The three brothers couldn't help laughing when they heard his name, thinking that the child's parents were really interesting, and they actually gave their son such a name.

The eldest brother introduced, "My name is Wang Aiguo, the second brother is Wang Aimin, and the third brother is Wang Aidang."

Fan Wubing almost choked to death by spitting when he heard this.

Patriotism, love the people, love the party! These three names immediately reminded Fan Wubing of a joke from that year.

A certain five-type black element named his son Weiguo, Weimin, and Wei Party, thinking that this would always show his determination to actively seek progress, right? As a result, a young revolutionary general in the middle school pointed out sharply that this young man named his son Weiguo, Weimin, and Wei Party, which meant to defend the Kuomintang. He was dissatisfied with the government and wanted the Chiang Dynasty to counterattack the mainland. So this person was criticized. After learning from his mistakes, he resolutely changed his three sons to Weigong, Weichan and Wei Party.

The names of the three brothers in front of me are similar to that joke. Fortunately, no one seems to notice this, otherwise, they might have to mess with them!

"Even if you farm, you can only make a living without being hungry. Moreover, the land is collective, and the debt is yours. After a year of hard work, you can't lose much food at all. Have you ever thought about this problem?" Fan Wubing asked.

"How can I do it?" Wang Aiguo sighed, "The three of us have poor ingredients, so it would be nice to have a piece of land to plant. If it weren't for some things left by my father in the family, and you just happened to have these things here, we might not even have the land to plant."

The second son Wang Aimin nodded and said, "What the eldest brother said is, take one step at a time."

Fan Wubing shook his head, always feeling something was wrong. These three brothers are all a bit of culture, and it was a pity to just stay in the ground like this. Looking at these three people with his eyes, I felt that they all seemed to be quite ambitious. At least they didn't think that they were a child and felt contemptuous. After thinking about it, I always felt that they should give them a try.

"Three brothers, I have a job. I wonder if you are willing to do it? As long as you are willing to work hard, you will definitely have a better future than you farm!" Fan Wubing suddenly had an idea and asked.

"What job?" the boss asked curiously.

Fan Wubing said to the three people a little embarrassedly, "Well, that is to develop the private breeding industry in our city and greatly enrich the material life of the people. I plan to set up a large breeding farm. I don't know if you are interested. The salary is very good! The salary is according to the standards of ordinary workers. If you do well, you can get bonuses at the end of the year! The food and accommodation problem will be solved in the farm! What do you think?"

Can such a good thing happen?! The three brothers couldn't believe their ears. To be precise, they couldn't believe the little brat in front of them. After all, the old man said it well, he had no hair on his mouth and was not sure about his work! Fan Wubing not only had no hair on his mouth, but even had no hair off his milk hair. How could he believe what he said? If it weren't for Fan Wubing's money to take out, the three brothers wouldn't have time to talk to him!

"Kid, are you joking? Where can I find such a good thing? I have food and accommodation, I have a monthly salary, and I have a bonus at the end of the year. That's not even more awesome than working in a factory?!" Wang Aimin said in a disbelief.

"Believe it or not, I must do this!" Fan Wubing was quite unhappy when he saw that the other party questioned him and classified himself as a child.

"But, Xiao Fan, what exactly does the farm you are talking about do?" the boss asked patiently.

Xiao Fan, hawker! Fan Wubing suddenly hated his name and replied angrily, "Raising pigs!"
Chapter completed!