I know a boss who came all the way from a developed coastal province to plant seedlings in this small underdeveloped mountainous county fifteen or sixteen years ago. He invested 10 million yuan and borrowed 8 million yuan, although he has not been able to make a profit, or the profit is very small, he is full of confidence and has been struggling to support and persevere.
As the object of attracting investment, the county once had a lot of support for him, but with the continuous replacement of county leaders and the continuous change of policies, the support became smaller and smaller, until it reached zero.
Five years ago, the three-story office building and dormitory building built on the farm was forcibly demolished as an illegal building because it did not go through the relevant procedures. Although this building is not luxurious, it is fully equipped, with air conditioning, bathroom, kitchen and chef. I met him shortly after the building was built. The farm is beautiful, and the chef's dishes are delicious, so I often go there to eat and drink. One is thick-skinned, and the other has a common language, he doesn't dislike me, which touches me very much.
As soon as the house was demolished, he didn't even have a place to live, so he had to build a tent with canvas to shelter. He doesn't know how to cook himself, and he doesn't have time to cook, and now he can't afford to cook, so he can only make do with some food to satisfy his hunger.
I went to see him that day and he left me for lunch. There are only two dishes, one is a dish that I can't tell what it is, and the other is a stir-fried pickled vegetable, which is similar to pigweed, and the color and taste are disgusting. Outside the tent, the iron pot with a missing corner on a makeshift stove made of empty oil drums was just as disgusting, so black that you couldn't see your fingers, and it was indescribably dirty. Everything was so filthy and dark, only the fire in the stove gave birth to a trace of cleanliness and warmth.
I am also a person who has endured hardships and lived a simple life, but I love cleanliness and hygiene, and I don't eat such pickled dishes unless I am dying of hunger. The tent was filthy and messy, like a scrapyard, and there was a very complicated, disgusting smell.
He was nearly sixty years old, with a scruffy beard, gray hair, a nose hair tangled with his beard, and a disgusting smell coming out of his mouth. He told me with deep sorrow that the farm was insolvent and that the bank had applied to the court for auction to repay the principal and interest. At his repeated requests, the bank promised to keep 20 acres (1,000 acres in total) from auction as his shelter and place of survival.
I asked him if he still wanted to keep goingIt's better to go back to your hometown, life is short, why are you suffering. He was silent for a long time before he replied to me, I can't go back, I don't want to go back, I don't have the shame to see my hometown fathers.
I don't know, and it's inconvenient to ask more about his relationship with his family, such as whether he is divorced. At that moment, in addition to sympathy, I also had a trace of respect, this man can't talk about greatness, but it's really not easy. For more than ten years, except for the Chinese New Year, he has almost stuck to this col far away from the county, no entertainment, no family and friendship, partners and workers abandoned him, except for me, it seems that a friend is also far away from him, what is the meaning of his insistence?
Now, he is dependent on two big black dogs with shiny hair. They are much more energetic than their owners. Except for their owners, they rarely see people several times a year, so I was very excited to see them, and they circled around us, wagging their tails constantly.
I stayed to eat, but didn't eat his dishes. I was prepared before the trip, and I deliberately made a few dishes at home to take them, which was regarded as a condolence and reward for him. Ever since he was down, I have been going to see him once every six months, each time bringing some cooked vegetables. I went there on an electric car that day and had a few drinks with him.
The dogs were crawling under the table, snatching up the chicken bones, duck bones, and pig bones we spit out.
Maybe I ate too much and was too full, and soon after the meal, I thought about the tuba and asked if there was a toilet. He smiled bitterly and said, in this vast world, what kind of toilet is needed, you can pull wild everywhere, which is very convenient. I usually pull it directly on the vegetable patch, cover it with soil, and make organic fertilizer.
So, I found a stick and walked to the vegetable field more than 100 meters away from the shed and squatted. Spring is coming, there are snakes infested, looking for sticks to prevent snakes, if the is not pulled into a snake bite, it will be bad luck.
As soon as I squatted down, the two dogs squatted in front of me, sticking out their tongues and looking at me. I couldn't figure out why they were looking at me like that, if they wanted to attack meNo, most of the day has passed, and they are already familiar with me.
Fortunately, I had sticks in my hands, and they didn't dare to get too close to me. But this affected my excretion somewhat, and although it was dog-eyed, I always felt awkward to be stared at and. As soon as he stood up, he was thinking about whether to follow the example of the owner of the house and cover the shit with a stick, but the two dogs jumped over like arrows, and ate the shit in a few bites, and even ate the paper thrown on the shit to wipe his buttocks, and ate it with relish.
It dawned on me that the reason why they were eyeing me was because of my. That's when I remembered that dogs eat. To put it in layman's terms, with the continuous improvement of people's living standards, the living standards of dogs are also constantly improving, whether in rural or urban areas, dogs have long stopped eating, even if they want to eat, there is no place to eat, and the has gone into the toilet and septic tank.
When it was done, I said to him, "Your dog has a great appetite." He smiled, and said out of nowhere, I don't live as well as them. Stopped, and asked me, do you think I'm a dog who can't change eating?I didn't seem to understand, I glanced at him, and said, I still have some things, I'll go back first, and I'll come to see you next time.
But there was no next time, and after more than half a year, when I went to see him again, the farm had changed owners. The new owner told me that three months ago, he had a heart attack and died. I asked the new owner, what about the two dogs?The new owner said that he didn't know, and when he was found, he had been dead for more than half a month, and on a hot day, his whole body was so rotten that only a skeleton remained. The dog may have run away, or it may have been eaten by someone else, who knows. Alas, this guy is really miserable. However, then again, he was finally relieved, and all his debts were written off at once......
I can't imagine but I can't help but imagine: dogs are man's most loyal friends, but when they are hungry and crazy, will they gnaw on the corpse of their owner?Friends who love dogs will definitely scold me for being psychologically dark, but dogs can't change eating after all.
The first death before starting a business made the boss cry. I shuddered, and at the same time, tears welled up in my eyes.