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the poverty of birth, the poverty of birth,

The road of life is bumpy;

A few good people reached out to help him,

It was a waste of time to turn a crisis into a disaster.

Time passed until 10 August 1986. The morning mist was thick and breathless, as if a great net had been cast over the heavens, enveloping the entire universe in a sea of mist.

When Wang Zipeng woke up, the clock on the wall was already 5 in the morning. He jumped off the bed, put on his clothes, and hurriedly walked towards the west side of the house, where the ginseng garden was located. Although there were only five curtains of ginseng in the garden, it was his life and everything he had poured into it. So he had to get up three or five times a night.

Wang Zipeng was 42 years old, he was 1.7 meters tall with five straight tubes, a handsome face, and an easygoing disposition.

Speaking of this small ginseng garden, there really was a moving story: In the fall of 1984, the Erdaojiang strongly urged all the farmers in the village to develop and manage their businesses, including farming and breeding. According to the material experience, some farmers in Jianan have transplanted ginseng from the mountains into the fields and obtained high yield. For this, Wang Zipeng was moved in this area. He thought: Although I have never planted ginseng before, but I have the experience to learn from it, why can't I test it on my own farmland? He told the two old people in the family about the idea. Neither of them agreed with it, nor did they agree with it. Especially her foster father, Hong Shan, who had worked in the ginseng field and had interacted with the ginseng every day. She knew that the ginseng was a precious medicine that was both expensive and susceptible to diseases. It can't be done without hard technology and the best humus. First, he was the first to object. Na Hongshan, 79 years old, was 1.83 meters tall, had a long face and was very loyal. He said:

”Child, forget about it. The ginseng field that our large team established before, has good soil and two technicians, and the survival rate of the ginseng is only 30 to 40%. In a year, we will have to compensate a lot of money. ”If you want to plant ginseng on the 25th degree slope on the west side of our house, you'll have to lose everything because your soil quality is bad, your skills are bad, and your funds are poor.”

Zi Peng called his adoptive father 'uncle' and said,

”Great sir, didn't you also work in the ginseng field? If you look at it every few days, I'm sure you can. ”

The old man took over and said:

”I don't have those skills. Hurry up and pull him down.”

The mother interjected and said: