Such a confusing education happened when Zhou Yiren took Yang Dongxu to the city high school from time to time to consult professional English teachers. His English scores have improved significantly, and he is simply a loser.
This is unscientific! Yang Dongxu shouted in his heart and continued to accept Zhou Yiren's more severe and wrong teaching.
When swallows began to fly across the wheat fields, the ears of wheat became plumper and gradually turned brown day by day. When the farmer uncle opens his mouth to reveal his smoke-yellow teeth, the harvest time of the new year is approaching.
Father Yang was very happy during this period. He set up a nunnery (the name for a tent in rural areas) and ate and slept on the ground 24 hours a day to watch.
The wheat harvest is about to begin, and the watermelons in the fields are huge. So Father Yang no longer cared about the wheat that was about to be harvested, but looked at the big watermelons in the field and smiled silly every day.
In the morning, before the sun came out, Father Yang, who was wearing a straw hat, kept walking in the watermelon field. When he saw a big one, he went over and knocked it. He felt that the sound was similar and the inside of the watermelon should be red and ripe, so he picked it off and carefully put it aside. in the ditch.
The harvest was an absolute bumper. Even Yang Dongxu never thought that one acre of land could yield nearly six thousand kilograms of watermelons. This kind of output will not be much less even in future generations. Besides weeding, Yang Dongxu's parents did not do much to take care of the watermelon field because they couldn't figure out how to produce so much.
When it was confirmed that the yield was high, Yang Dongxu's family was ecstatic at first, and then they couldn't help but worry, who would they sell so many watermelons to? This is a good thing that God will blame if it is ruined.
This worry was soon relieved after my little grandpa went to the city and asked for a thousand pounds of fresh food a day. This solves the problem of selling the bulk of watermelons.
At first, it was Yang Dongxu’s family and his little grandpa who delivered the goods together. After several days of continuous delivery, it was time to harvest the wheat. Yang Dongxu’s grandparents also became busy, which made Father Yang worried.
"Let someone else deliver it." Yang Dongxu couldn't help but say when he saw the sad look on his father's face after delivering food to his father in the evening.
"How can that be done? Let's not mention that Director Li only recognizes our family, let's just say..." Father Yang refused directly.
"Why do we only recognize our family? Grandpa goes alone, or grandpa and dad don't know each other when they go alone? Their relationship with us is not as close as you think." Yang Dongxu rolled his eyes.
"But..." Father Yang was still worried.
"Nowadays, there are not only supply and marketing cooperatives selling things in the city, but there are several wet markets, and they don't require tickets. So I think those fish and shrimps last year can still be sold in the wet markets even if others don't send them to the supply and marketing cooperatives. And the sales are pretty good.
Now only our family has watermelons. Next time you go there, you can bring a few friends who are close to our family and give them one dollar. Nowadays, it is impossible to always let the same few people deliver the wheat when harvesting, and change the number of people every other day at the same price.
In this way, you, grandpa, grandpa and the others won't have to be so busy, right? We can also harvest our own wheat. There are no watermelons at other people's houses, so even if I have a good relationship with Director Li, I still have nothing to give as a gift. "Yang Dongxu patiently explained to his father.
"Is one dollar too much? Besides, they don't have watermelons this year. Seeing that our family is making money, they will definitely grow it next year. By then they will have Director Li's method, who will our watermelons be sold to?" Father Yang, who had been planting watermelons without leaving any spring a year ago, now has a far-sighted vision.
Looking at his father who was clenching the ball, Yang Dongxu rubbed his forehead. This was a sign that he was extremely helpless and about to go berserk.
"Now those fish and shrimps can be freely bought and sold in the city market. If there are more watermelons next year, people can't sell them in the vegetable market. Do they have to go the way of supply and marketing cooperatives?
A thousand pounds of watermelon can fill an oxcart, right? In order to prevent the watermelon from exploding, you have to handle it with care, load it into the car here, and then drop it off in the city. Plus, you have to give people some hard-earned money because they are traveling all night, right?
This year, only our family is growing watermelons, which are not considered rare elsewhere, so the price of a dime per pound is almost the same as that of wheat. But next year, if people see that our family is making money by growing watermelons, why don’t they let others grow it?
Now here’s a good question, every family grows watermelons, let alone ours. One acre of land weighs six to seven thousand kilograms. Even if it’s five thousand kilograms, every family grows tens of thousands kilograms of watermelons on several acres of land. Who are you going to sell it to? ? It might even rot in the ground. "Yang Dongxu endured his temper and explained earnestly.
"You said you won't be able to sell watermelons next year?" Father Yang instantly grasped the point.
"It's not that you can't sell it, it's that it's not easy to sell. If you grow watermelons like ours, you won't buy them. So the more people grow them from all over the country, the less they will buy.
Unless you can contact a big truck and drive it further to a place where there are no watermelons to sell, otherwise it will definitely rot in the ground. You can talk about this when you have nothing to do when chatting with the uncles and aunts in the village to avoid being hated by others. "Seeing that his father had regained consciousness, Yang Dongxu breathed a sigh of relief.
This can't be blamed on Yang's father being stupid, but because he was a little more open-minded when he was a farmer. If you specifically lie to him, it doesn’t matter who is fooling whom. But seeing others making money is like following the trend. This has nothing to do with whether you are a farmer or not. Chinese people almost all have this virtue.
"Then our family won't be able to grow watermelons next year?" Yang's father had a look of pity on his face, which hurt his heart.
If the watermelons in these acres of land are sold out, they can earn more than a thousand yuan. At the beginning of the year, the whole family was unhappy because of the one hundred yuan incident. Suddenly making a thousand yuan, Yang's father was really reluctant to part with it.
"We can't plant them anymore. Planting watermelons all the time hurts the land, and there's no need to do so. If we plant watermelons next year and still have such a high yield, it would be a high-priced proposition if someone buys them for five cents, or even three cents a pound. So just now Let’s talk about those things when we have nothing to do to chat, so as not to make the whole village hate our family next year.”
"Aren't you looking for scolding now?" Father Yang glared at his son.
Although he doesn't have the long-term vision of his son, he can clearly see the short-term things in rural areas. You make money, and then you tell others that you won’t be able to sell watermelons next year, will anyone believe you? Being told behind your back that you eat alone will poke you in the back, which is considered a normal relationship.
"That's better than enmity. If next year the thousands of kilograms of watermelon in the neighbor's field cannot be sold and rot in the field, and you didn't say these things in advance, what will you do then?" Yang Dongxu said with a serious face. .
"This..." Father Yang's expression changed, he put the peeled eggs into his mouth and nodded.
He naturally understood Yang Dongxu's words. Although saying this now would cause some rumors and weird things, no one would fall out with him. He, Yang Ruxi, is now considered the number one person in Yangjia Village. Who dares to show his face?
Now let's talk about it, if watermelons really can't be sold next year, then you can't blame me, Yang Ruxi, for cheating you. I reminded you with good intentions, but you didn't listen, and who do you blame?
After pulling the rice into his mouth and finishing it, Father Yang couldn't help but turn his head and take a closer look at his son. He suddenly found that his son seemed to have changed a lot, "What should we plant next year?"
"Grow crops honestly. You can't grow watermelons, nor can you grow vegetable melons. Watermelons can't be sold even if they are cheap. Is there anyone who is willing to spend money to buy your vegetable melons?" Yang Dongxu waved the spoon in his hand and ate the half-sized watermelon. Heart.
"How much can wheat be sold for?" Father Yang snorted, and then he couldn't help but sigh, muttering about a bunch of followers. He didn't have the ability to make money, so he just followed their example, and the money he was looking for was lost.
"Then let's plant corn?" Listening to his father's strange words, Yang Dongxu realized that his father actually had such a cute personality.
"It's better to plant corn than beans. Besides, corn should be planted after the wheat is harvested."
"Who said you can plant corn after harvesting wheat? You can't just leave the spring land aside like you planted watermelons this year?"
"Is this possible?" Father Yang's eyes widened. Farmers didn't dare to joke about heavy armor.
"Corn will not grow when the temperature is low, and may even freeze to death. Plant it one month later than watermelons, in April. This way, the corn cobs will be almost ready to eat soon after the wheat harvest.
This is earlier than planting corn after harvesting wheat, so you don’t have to wait for it to grow old before harvesting. You can break it off and send it to the city when it is edible, and someone will buy it and try it. Not as profitable as watermelon, but certainly more profitable than corn in autumn. And it doesn’t delay planting wheat after the autumn harvest. "
"It should work." After thinking about it carefully, Father Yang nodded and looked at his son sideways: "Are these the ideas that Teacher Zhou came up with?"
"What Teacher Zhou came up with, this is what I came up with, okay? The teacher is in contact with the national master, so when you have time, do you care about what we plant in the ground?" Yang Dongxu's chin shot up to the sky, very proud.
"Okay, okay, you can figure it out, you can figure it out." Father Yang reached out and rubbed his son's hair, but Yang Dongxu broke away.
Looking at his father's appearance, Yang Dongxu sighed, why no one believed him to be honest.
After making the decision, Yang's father organized a family meeting in the evening, and his grandparents and little dad joined the army to participate. In the end, the meeting unanimously approved Yang's father's proposal, and asked Grandpa and his family to help when delivering watermelons tomorrow.
After the meeting, Grandpa Yang Dongxu kept saying that Mr. Zhou is indeed a great intellectual and has a far-sighted vision than farmers like them. Yang Dongxu next to him was speechless.
With help from others, the Yang family was finally able to relax, harvesting wheat when it was time to harvest it, and getting watermelon when it was time to do it. At the same time, Father Yang also contracted the remaining watermelons to other villagers to sell.
Every day, we first collect the bulk of the watermelons from the supply and marketing cooperative and have them delivered to the city overnight. The remaining watermelons in the field are sold for eight cents. Even if you don't have money to provide food, you can leave two cents of interest to others. After everyone benefits, it will be easier for him to live in the village.
But within a few days, Father Yang began to mutter, and when he listened carefully, he turned out to be saying that someone in the village was too evil. I get eight cents for watermelon from my hand, but when I go to other villages, I exchange it for one and a half pounds of grain and one pound of watermelon, and I almost make almost as much as I do.
Yang Dongxu sighed after hearing these words, originally thinking that his father had enlightened. It turns out that you are still so picky, you have sold everything, how much do you care how much it is sold for? Even if the price of gold is sold, it is still the person's ability. No matter how many people you say weird things, will they give you a little bit or something?
Yang Dongxu, who was looking at how to make his father smarter and a better person, didn't think of any way, but his attention was quickly attracted by another thing.
