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    The notebook left by his father was taken to Chengdu by Yang Heyu.  The notebook is brand new, with only a few sheets of paper used on the front and back cover, which record the crop habits of macadamia nuts.

    He remembered that it was said above that such a tree would bloom and bear fruit in about four or five years, and Shenshen also said that it would bloom this year, so Yang Heyu was looking forward to seeing the fruit when he came back this time.

    He stood in the middle of the yard, looked left and right, and there was indeed no fruit except for the messy branches.

    "Didn't it say it's blooming?"

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    "It's really blooming. It's February or March this year. The flowers are quite beautiful." Lei Dongsheng stretched out his hands and gestured for a long distance, and said, "There are a lot of flowers in a bunch, so long.  , in vain, it¡¯s really good-looking, isn¡¯t it? Shen Shen?¡±

    "Almost. But then the flowers withered."

    Only flowering but not fruiting?  So strange?  Yang Heyu regretted not taking his father's notes with him, maybe there might be an answer in the notes.

    Seeing the disappointment in Yang Heyu's eyebrows, Chu Zhiyan felt sad, and whispered: "Brother Xiaoyu, I'm sorry, it must be that I didn't take good care of them."

    "No, you've done a good job." Yang Heyu reached out and touched those branches, and finally showed a gentle smile to Chu Zhiyan.

    "Little friend, excuse me, can I borrow a sip of water?"

    I don't know when a stranger came in the yard. It was an old man with gray hair. He held a glass in his hand and looked at them with a smile.

    "I'm sorry Grandpa, I may not have water at home"

    The old man looked at the two trees in the yard with some interest, and when he heard what Yang Heyu said, he seemed to be leaving in embarrassment.

    Seeing this, Chu Zhiyan ran over, took the old man's glass, and said, "Why don't I go home to get you a glass of water, Grandpa, please wait here for a while, I will be back soon."

    "Very well! Thank you, little girl."

    After Chu Zhiyan left, the old man also looked around in the yard, and asked, "Little friend, what kind of tree is this in your house? I've never seen it before."

    "Oh, this is the macadamia tree."

    "Oh?" The old man was full of interest, and he asked again: "Why do you have such a tree in your house?"

    "My father planted it a few years ago. This is a treasure. It is a rich tree that only bears rich fruits."

    He said these words completely subconsciously. No matter what time or situation he said, he would never doubt the image of his father and what his father said.

    These words shocked the old man very much. He seemed to expect Yang Heyu to say more, but it was a pity that Yang Heyu had no intention of continuing the conversation with him.

    What Yang Heyu noticed at this time were Lei Dongsheng's shoes, which were a pair of green rubber-soled cloth shoes with the openings open so that the toes could be seen.

    "Why are your shoes broken again?"

    Lei Dongsheng heard the words and looked at the soles of his feet. It was good that they were not crooked, but he found that even the soles of his shoes were broken.

    "Hey, our family is poor, so it's good to have a pair of shoes." Lei Dongsheng said with a smile: "Oh! Do you remember the pair of shoes that Uncle Yang bought for me? Those shoes are of good quality, and I have worn them for three years.  My brother is there, the soles are still fine!"

    After hearing this, Yang Heyu couldn't laugh.  What he recalled in his mind was the contempt of the people on the train for this impoverished land on the way here.

    He said with a bit of sadness: "Poor No one thinks poorly Is it wrong to be poor? Is it shameful to be poor?"

    The old man hissed, and Yang Heyu subconsciously followed the prestige.

    I only heard the old man open his mouth, and he said: "Little friend, you asked this question well. In my opinion, what is shameful is not poverty, but unwillingness to make progress and being willing to be poor. Look, am I right?" (  Remember the URL of this website: www.hlnovel.com
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