Grandpa Lu had finished the porridge in his bowl, cleared his throat, and began his storytelling.
"That was twenty years ago. I remember that year's grain prices hit a new high. Wheat broke through one yuan per jin. Fortunately, us old folks who retired just a few years back were still quite capable. We planted thirty or forty acres of land and were the first in our village to hire a large combine harvester. Harvesting and threshing were automated, reducing labor workload, and the wheat sold for over thirty thousand yuan."
Grandpa Lin added, "After deducting costs, we netted more than twenty thousand."
The reason it's remembered so clearly is because, back then, thirty thousand yuan could buy a thirty to fifty square meter house in the city center. Unfortunately, they didn't buy a house and mostly used it for educational funds.
Lu Qingqing had a vague memory.
