I Am so Poor That I Counterattack by Burning Kilns

#Chronology #farmingart #familyethics #localnovel #realisticthemes #strugglecounterattack In 1991, there was a severe drought. Maizi was so thin that he couldn't hold his hand, so someone in the village opened a gourd to grab water. Wang Xiaoman squatted on the ground, kneaded a handful of wheat grains into his palms, blew off the shells, and poured it into his mouth - he couldn't chew it, couldn't swallow it, and his mouth was full of bitterness. The mother coughed all night, and there was still a long way to go to pay for the three children's tuition. He borrowed a thousand yuan and built a kiln. The fire in the kiln never went out again. Five years later, the five-hole kiln was fired. Lime was so beaten up by cement that he couldn't hold his head up. The Environmental Protection Bureau came to ask for renovation. Others panicked, so he bet everything on the family's most valuable possessions - the lime kiln and the homestead. Loan 150,000 yuan to build a brick factory. Yindi took out 2,600 yuan of private money from the bottom of the cabinet and put it in his hand. He only said one sentence: "You go ahead. At worst, we'll have to start over again. It's not like we've never been poor before." Worker No. 30 Is waiting for dinner, with a loan of 150,000 yuan weighing on him. He doesn't accept fate, he accepts fire. This is the story of a northwest man who "burned out" his days—— There are no golden fingers, no adventures from heaven, only the hottest kiln fire on the loess beams, and a pair of hands that have never let go.