Secretary Ye yelled: "You are too lazy to kill me. You have spent so much money to plant flowers and bear fruit, and you are still lazy! Artificial pollination has a much higher fruit setting rate than natural pollination by bees. If you don't want to make money, then you are lazy." Well."
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Using the study manual, the villagers stumbled over the whole day and said they had learned it.
On a sunny afternoon, 100,000 Beibei pumpkin seedlings were delivered by the fruit and vegetable company to Secretary Ye’s house in Lianhe Village.
The remaining seedlings can still fill her thirty-acre nursery shed.
You Dayou's production team switched from nursery work to the cultivation of small Beibei pumpkins in greenhouses.
Seamless and silky smooth.
In other villagers' homes, one hundred acres of "Rose-flavored" cherry radishes planted in the open air in March have matured in early April.
Without exception, they all choose to cooperate with Princess Pea Fruit and Vegetable Company.
The purchase price of the fruit and vegetable company is the same as last fall, two yuan and eighty cents per catty.
I plan to sell it to restaurants and hotels for four yuan per catty!
Jiang Wenmei and Manager Jia formed a group to adjust the price: "Sister, why is it getting more and more expensive?"
You Yu sighed: "The villagers want to grow vegetables and fruits with higher economic benefits, but there are no cherry radishes to sell this autumn. He Ma Hotpot Restaurant in the mountain city wants me to squeeze ten acres of radishes for her, do you think?"
"One hundred acres is not enough for our families in Jiang County, so don't transport it outside!" Jiang Wenmei quickly stopped, why is the output getting worse every year?
"Four yuan is four yuan, the price can't be raised any more!" Manager Jia also quickly expressed his position.
Sansu Restaurant just opened a branch in Chengdu this month. If it can have special dishes like "Rose-flavored" cherry radish in the first month of opening, can it still be a prosperous business?
It's a good idea. One hundred acres of cherry radish is enough to be divided among several restaurants in Jiang County for half a month.
There are "Lao Youjia" tomatoes with an income of tens of thousands per acre, "Qingjiang mossong", and "vanilla ice cream" honeydew melons in the front.
The villagers of the 6th, 7th and 8th production teams of Yougoubian Village no longer pay attention to the "Rose-flavored" cherry radish.
In order to save cherry radish seeds, You Yu pulled up a fence in her four-acre seedling shed and scattered the ten kilograms of cherry radish seeds she had saved last year.
It didn't rain during Guyu, but it was slightly cold in the early morning at Zhoubai Mountain.
Yang Erwa's brother, sister-in-law, and parents are all busy in the mountains.
His family has about 20 acres of sunny slope land, and only half of it was used to grow sweet potatoes this year.
"Erwa's father, can we really sell the red potatoes grown on our fifteen acres of land for eighty cents a catty?"
Yang Erwa's mother planted red sweet potato vines for a while and beat her waist. It was obvious that she was in poor health. She was not yet fifty years old, and her hair had turned white from hard work.
"Didn't you make an agreement with the relatives of the female Goddess of Wealth? Why don't you worry? Her fruit and vegetable company will also be purchased at the same price." Yang's father, who looks older than his wife, is nimble and has a lot of strength. .
"Hey! I still can't believe it. If everything is sold out, we can sell it for at least 36,000 yuan. What is the concept of this?"
Her family's savings so far have not exceeded 10,000 yuan. Before her second son became an apprentice, she had to go back to her parents' home to borrow money for her son's tuition at the end of August every year.
If the family were not too poor, she would not be willing to let her second son go out to be a door-to-door son-in-law.
Sister-in-law Yang, who heard her parents-in-law talking, turned around and said regretfully: "Mom, I heard that in Yougoubian Village, you can earn more than this amount of money by growing vegetable sprouts per acre. It would be great if our family could also be reincarnated on the plains and sandy land. Sigh."
"If you want to be beautiful, don't Yougoubian Village only plant 200 acres of vegetable sprouts? If you want to plant thousands of acres of vegetable sprouts, do you think it can still be so valuable?"
Yang Yiwa dug the red soil vigorously. Planting red sweet potato was not tiring for him at all. As long as the red sweet potato vine survives, it does not even need to be managed.
Father Yang took a sip of saliva on his hand and swung the hoe quickly and accurately: "Yiwa is right, let's be down-to-earth and plant another twenty acres next year."
He is not a person who is too ambitious, and he will not dislike Zhou Baishan who has lived in him for most of his life.
This year, he can finally stand tall and say that by farming, he can afford to support his youngest daughter through her Ph.D.
In the future, my grandson will also be sent to the county town to attend elementary school, high school, and college.
In two years, the family's house will be repaired so that the second son can be a virtuous mother-in-law.
The female Goddess of Wealth is really not something their family can imagine.
At the same time, Qipan Mountain and Bapan Mountain are about 40 kilometers away from Zhoubai Mountain.
There was only enough land to plant 50 acres of sweet potato, but the villagers succeeded in growing seedlings according to the standards of the fruit and vegetable company.
But this spring, there was too little rainfall, so the county government asked the fire brigade for support. Just two days ago, fire trucks were used to irrigate two slopes of Qipan Mountain and Bapan Mountain with water for a whole day.
Taking advantage of the soft and moist soil, more than 90 households are busy planting red sweet potato vines.
Xiao Wei, the clerk of the County Poverty Alleviation Office in charge of this project, lived in Qipanshan during this time.
Before he came, he went to Yougoubian Village and consulted the red potato expert, Grandpa You, for an entire afternoon.
I also took more than ten pages of notes about the purple-red vines of sweet potatoes, as well as precautions for transplanting and later management.
After serving as a supervisor, I only inspected one-third of the sloping land and found that some villagers were pretending to be false.
Xiao Wei stepped forward and shouted angrily: "Uncle, are you planting honey potato vines?"
The other party's eyes dodge and he tries to argue, "If it's not a sweet potato, what is it?"
"Come on, folks, take a closer look at the sweet potato vines in your hands, and then look at the ones at this uncle's house!"
Xiao Wei, who is in his early twenties, is young and energetic, but he is not used to the bad habits of this old bachelor.
He still remembered that when the seeds were being distributed, this guy was stalking him, crying and asking the Poverty Alleviation Office to focus on supporting his family.
He claims that his family is the poorest in Qipan Mountain, and he and his blind father monopolize two acres of sweet potato seeds.
Now, she was actually playing tricks under his nose.
"Bai Huoshi (nickname, refers to a person who is incompetent and likes to talk big and brag), what are you doing? Isn't the watermelon sweet potato in your back?"
An old lady turned over the old bachelor's back and exposed his lies mercilessly.
"Eh? Didn't you receive 120 kilograms of red sweet potato mother and son last year?" This is a neighbor who secretly hates the old bachelor for robbing resources but not cherishing them.
"You are over 40 years old. I see you telling lies all day long. Which one do you want to spare? Are you going to plant two acres of watermelon and sweet potato (watermelon sweet potato has thin leaves and green vines) to feed the pigs?"
The aunt refused to give up and immediately started shouting.
Several old men from Qipanshan Village came over after hearing the news and inspected the red sweet potato vine that Bai Huoshi had just planted. They were very angry.
He gave him a national scolding and greeted his ancestors for generations.
Bai Huoshi wiped the saliva from his face and was forced to confess and be lenient.
(End of chapter)
