Era: Starting with the struggle to refuse being taken advantage of

Chapter 127 Not happy
"You do have some guts."

Seeing his family urging him, Wang Zhong finally opened the door for Wang Chengpeng. If the stalemate continued, it would mean a complete falling out with Wang Chengpeng.

Not wanting to completely break ties with Wang Zhong, Wang Chengpeng pretended not to understand and said:
“Courage? Captain Wang is joking. What courage could an ordinary villager like me have?”

"It was wrong of me to disturb you so abruptly, but I do have something very important to discuss with your father this time."

Wang Zhong smiled noncommittally, neither denying nor agreeing with Wang Chengpeng's statement, and the conflict seemed to have been resolved just like that.

Just as Wang Chengpeng passed by him, whether intentionally or accidentally, Wang Zhong stretched out his right hand and slapped Wang Chengpeng's shoulder.

Snapped,

Wang Zhong used tremendous force to slap Wang Chengpeng on the shoulder, producing a dull thud.

However, Wang Chengpeng seemed completely oblivious to the force in his hand, his body not even swaying. Instead, he looked at him with a puzzled expression and said:
"Captain Wang, what's going on...?"

As a militia captain, Wang Zhong's abilities must be considerable.

Even without using his full strength, his sudden slap was enough to make most people stumble, and those with bad luck might even fall flat on their faces.

However, this seemingly harmless boy easily withstood his sneak attack, which could not help but shock Wang Zhong.

Shocked inside, Wang Zhong remained outwardly calm and said:

"It's nothing, I just saw a mosquito on my cousin's shoulder and swatted it out of habit."

Wang Chengpeng, though his mind was as clear as a mirror, feigned ignorance and said:
"I really have to thank my cousin for his help, otherwise getting bitten by mosquitoes would have been quite unpleasant."

Looking at Wang Chengpeng's sincere face, Wang Zhong felt a sudden toothache for no reason; his cousin seemed to be not so easy to deal with.

Especially with its thick skin, ordinary mosquitoes should absolutely be unable to bite it.

With a muffled groan, Wang Zhong didn't intend to address Wang Chengpeng's words and returned to his room sullenly.

As soon as Wang Zhong left, Wang Yong came forward, holding a porcelain bowl in his hand, and excitedly said to Wang Chengpeng:

"Master, please try it. This is white sugar that I just made."

"Its pure white appearance is so fine that it's no exaggeration to say that it's the finest white sugar from the supply and marketing cooperative."

"If all the white sugar produced in our village could be this quality, it would definitely be a bestseller!"

These days, Wang Yong has been quite busy. Like a child who has found a new and exciting toy, he spends all day and night at home making sugar from beets.

As the white sugar he produced improved in appearance and quality, a unique sense of satisfaction arose within him, making him extremely happy.

He even received praise from his father, experiencing a rare moment of joy he had never felt before.

However, compared to praise from others, he preferred to hear praise from Wang Chengpeng.

After all, this skill was taught to him by Wang Chengpeng, so Wang Chengpeng's praise had a very special meaning for him.

Wang Chengpeng did not refuse Wang Yong's offer and directly dipped it in powdered sugar to taste it.

To be honest, this bowl of white sugar looks quite good; it's snow-white and crystal clear, as beautiful as snow.

Most importantly, the sugar seemed to have been carefully ground by Wang Yong, as fine as sand that had been polished countless times.

These small granules of white sugar dissolved much more easily than sugar cubes. As soon as they entered the mouth, a sweet taste melted in the mouth, no less delicious than the white sugar that Wang Chengpeng ate more than ten years later.

Nodding with great satisfaction, Wang Chengpeng said with a smile, "Cousin, this sugar is really quite good."

"Even if you take it to a supply and marketing cooperative in a big city, it would be considered the best of the best, let alone in our city's supply and marketing cooperative."

Upon hearing Wang Chengpeng's praise, Wang Yong beamed with joy. Even his mentor, Wang Chengpeng, was praising him so highly; didn't that mean he was doing an excellent job and had a bright future?
This person, who usually does nothing but stay at home, has for the first time come up with the idea of ​​making a big splash.

Having good products and being able to expand production and sell well are two different things.

Shaking his head slightly, Wang Chengpeng, who had just been given a hard time, had no intention of telling Wang Yong about this.

He's not some sucker; he's been targeted so much yet he still thinks of others in every way.

Without giving him enough benefits, Wang Fucheng would never expect him to offer him advice or strategies.

Just as Wang Chengpeng was thinking that, a reprimanding voice came from inside the room, saying:

"Second brother, is blocking guests at the door your way of raising them? Is this the kind of manners I've always taught you?"

"Quickly call your cousin in; we have some things we want to discuss."

It was clear that Wang Fucheng was the absolute boss at home. After being reprimanded, Wang Yong instinctively shrank back and awkwardly said:

"Master, please come in quickly. I'm the one who's kept you waiting."

"As for the sugar, we'll talk about it next time, next time."

After sending Wang Chengpeng to the living room, Wang Yong couldn't stay still and immediately ran away.

It has to be said that Wang Fucheng's family is really rich; at least in terms of their scale and status, they are not comparable to ordinary families.

Especially the snow-white walls, which were clearly painted recently.

Upon seeing Wang Chengpeng, Wang Fucheng greeted him warmly, saying:

"Cheng Peng, come and sit down."

"This is a treasured tea of ​​mine, you must have a good taste of it."

After saying that, he poured a full cup of tea and placed it directly in front of Wang Chengpeng.

Wang Chengpeng frowned slightly, thinking to himself that this time the help probably wouldn't be as good as he had imagined.

Wang Chengpeng dipped the lid of his cup slightly into the tea, took a small sip, and said with a smile:
"Uncle's tea is really good, fragrant and pleasant, leaving a lingering fragrance on the lips and teeth."

"But I'm just a rough man and I don't know anything about tea, so I won't embarrass myself in front of you, Uncle."

Setting down his teacup, Wang Fucheng smiled and said, "Nephew Cheng Peng, your family's house plot is quite nice, isn't it?"

"That's 300 square meters, so big that even I'm a little envious."

Wang Fucheng's words were almost a direct warning to Wang Chengpeng not to be too greedy.

Having just received such a great benefit, he immediately came looking for trouble again. Even if Wang Fucheng thought highly of Wang Chengpeng, he couldn't withstand such torment.

After all, it's hard for a greedy person to be liked by others.

However, the usually clever Wang Chengpeng seemed completely oblivious, saying:
"Uncle, you don't know my family's homestead. It's just a piece of useless wasteland. It's only big and has no other use."

"I don't know what my dad was thinking back then, he just went crazy and chose that piece of land."

"I came here to look for books because of this land. If it's not properly repaired, this land will be unusable."

"Uncle, do you see if you can arrange for some people from the team to go over there and work to properly restore the land?"

(End of this chapter)