Feng Yiping watched Huang Jingping pick things out from the box, a bag of dried fish with a length of middle finger and a silvery white color; the generation should also be dried shrimps caught in the river; a bag of neatly dried daylily; a bag of dried black fungus (thinking it wrong); a bag of sugar-colored persimmon cakes on it; a bag of consistently-sized dried sweet potatoes.

As expected, just like what County Magistrate Zhao said, they are all worthless local products in their hometowns, but they are much more refined than what they make at home.

What's more, as the saying goes, when giving goose feathers thousands of miles away, they are all gifts that are light and affectionate, which is much heavier than goose feathers.

Wen Hong, who had not yet gone to the training, asked, "Is this the county magistrate sent it?"

Huang Jingping nodded.

Feng Yiping was too lazy to wash his hands, so he picked up a persimmon cake with chopsticks. The unique fragrance was unique and sweet, which really tasted from his hometown. "This is why County Mayor Zhao is the county magistrate, and Wang Ganqing is just a town mayor,"

Huang Jingping coughed, Oh, I forgot that her father was just a deputy mayor.

"Don't worry, uncle didn't have the chance before, but now he has the chance. In a few years, he will leave a small bureaucrat like Wang Ganqing a few miles away. At that time, you will be the authentic second-generation official." Feng Yiping immediately made up for it.

"You can talk," Huang Jingping smiled and picked a dried sweet potato and fed it to him.

"Oh, be careful, okay? I'm still here." After living together for a few days, Wen Hong's lively and vigorous spirit came back a little.

"Then I will feed you too," Huang Jingping chased Wen Hong with dried sweet potatoes.

Feng Yiping looked at them with a smile, picked up the phone that was vibrating on the stage. It was the landline of the third uncle's house. This was rare. Unexpectedly, it was my grandfather on the other end when I picked it up. "Iping. I ask you, are you doing business with the Japanese?"

How did my grandfather care about this? "Yes, we took on a business at the Canton Fair. We did a good job and had orders all year round. My parents are organizing the production of the food factory."

Grandpa didn't care about these things. "I know what you said. You forgot what I told you before? When I was young, the little Japanese built a cannon on the mountain behind the town. I don't know how many families in the town suffered disaster. Just our house, four families were out of the way.

At night, I often shot outside the artillery tower. When one of my cousins ​​was walking at night, they were broken by the Japanese in the artillery tower. They carried them home and died after only two days. Our family had a blood feud with the Japanese.

Life is good now, so why do you want to do business with Japan?"

Feng Yiping heard these things talk about, but for Feng Yiping and the others, these things were too far away, and there was no trace of the Japanese artillery tower on the back mountain of the town. He remembered that after hearing this, he was surprised that it was not easy to win the Anti-Japanese War. The Japanese devils actually occupied small places like them effectively.

However, Feng Yiping now thinks about it. What is different from those who learned about the suffering period through history, documentaries, photos, few ruins, and various anti-Japanese film and television dramas. My grandfather lived in the Japanese occupied area when he was young and witnessed the various atrocities of the Japanese invaders back then. In front of him, many relatives died innocently under the guns of the Japanese. Such hatred is indeed difficult to let go.

It’s useless to talk about those big principles. Don’t expect an old man in his seventies to have the same overall view as a member of the Politburo.

I could hear that my grandfather was very excited now, "I told your parents that they had signed the contract and they could not breach the contract, otherwise they would have to pay the money. I will ask you, are you the same as them and you must do this business? Do you do this, how can I meet my brother in the future?"

When my grandfather was talking, the phone kept ringing the new call. Needless to say, it must have been called by my parents, but they were not as quick as my grandfather.

Feng Yiping glanced at the two girls who were still joking there, slowly walked upstairs, racking his brains to raise words, "If I were born at that time, I would definitely help the guerrillas fight the Japanese devils like you, but what should we do now? I can't fight but I can only change to other methods.

Listen to me, grandpa, we sell this kind of dried radish in convenience stores, less than one yuan per cent. According to their requirements, the size is exactly the same, and it will be sold to them for two yuan and four yuan. So, do you think it is better to make money from the Japanese, or not to make money from the Japanese?”

"Anyway, I think making more money from Japan is also a way to take revenge. Do you think you are grandpa?" Feng Yiping asked.

My grandfather didn't say anything, and he could only hear him breathing heavily. After a while, he hung up the phone with a "bang".

Feng Yiping touched his forehead, and there were sweat marks on it. This was a quick entry point, and my grandfather finally listened to it.

He looked at the missed calls displayed on his phone and called back, "Dad, yes, I just finished the phone with my grandfather. Yes, I told him the reason, he was not as angry as he was at the beginning. I think, you should go there with your mother and tell him the reason. He is so old, he is in a good mood like anything."

To be honest, when Feng Yiping took the Sato Convenience Order, he never expected such a release.

In fact, he didn't have much affection for our neighbor, who was dressed in a row. His personal views, the Japanese and the Bangzi, had some commonalities. In many aspects, mainly small aspects, they did better than us, such as traditional etiquette, and they inherited and retained a lot of Tang style and Song style.

However, the biggest problem is that they have no concept of right and wrong on some major issues.

For example, Bangzi said that this person belongs to them and that festival belongs to them. I wish I could say that the dynasties in our history were their vassals, and even the country came forward to visit UNESCO to register some of our traditional festivals.

It’s better if the Japanese don’t mention it, but they’re just a mountain of evidence, but they just don’t admit it. Sometimes when I see the politicians’ speeches in the news, I wish I could have been born decades earlier and have a real sword and gun.

So he actually supports those initiatives to boycott Japanese goods, so he doesn't need it if he can.

Therefore, what he didn't like most later was the public intellectuals who said that boycotting Japanese goods was really ridiculous. The reason for the public intellectuals was that if they looked at the various household appliances at home, they would not use Japanese parts.

Is this sophistry good? These bullshit public intellectuals change their concepts and boycott Japanese goods, which is an attitude, and they should try to use as little as possible. Although they cannot resist 100%, aren’t resisting a few percent? Isn’t it effective? Because they cannot do 100%, so there is no need to do it?

When he was in junior high school, he told Huang Jingping that he wanted to learn Japanese and earn money from the Japanese, which was really from the bottom of his heart. However, before he could learn, the Japanese came up by chance. How could he let go of such an opportunity?

After Feng Zhenchang called his son, he felt that what Feng Yiping said was reasonable and that if he did not explain the reasons clearly, the old father-in-law's heart would not be able to dissipate. After discussing with Mei Qiuping, they rushed to Mei Family Village in the afternoon.

After the persuasion of his children, son-in-law and daughter-in-law, Mei Jianzhong finally felt that what everyone said makes sense. It is better to make money from a small Japanese than not.

So he called Feng Yiping again, "Yiping, I thought about it, what you said is right, then think of more ways to do business with them and make more money."

"Okay grandpa, I'll find a way to listen to you right away," Feng Yiping was very happy. It was really not easy to ask grandpa to turn around this corner.

Haha, what a cute little old man!

However, Ou Boyang said that Sato Convenience hopes to have the opportunity to visit the factory. Now it seems that it is better to hide it from my grandfather's, otherwise who knows what he will do. (To be continued...)

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