Such a guessing education was in the process of Zhou Yiren taking Yang Dongxu to a high school in the city from time to time to consult a professional English teacher. His English scores are obviously improving, and it's just a dog.

This is not scientific! Yang Dongxu shouted in his heart, continuing to accept Zhou Yiren's more severe and wrong teaching.

As the swallows begin to sweep through the wheat fields, the ears of wheat become fuller and browner day by day. When the farmer grinned and showed his smoky yellowed teeth, the harvest of the new year was approaching.

During this time, Dad Yang was very happy, and directly hit an nunnery (the name of the tent in the countryside), eating and sleeping 24 hours a day, watching on the ground.

The wheat harvest is about to be harvested, and the watermelons in the fields are all big. So Dad Yang no longer cared about the wheat that was about to be harvested, but looked at the big watermelon in the field every day and smirked.

Before the sun came out in the morning, Dad Yang, who was wearing a straw hat, kept walking in the watermelon field, and when he saw a big one, he went over and knocked on it, and felt that the sound was almost red and ripe inside, so he took it off and carefully put it in the ditch next to it.

The harvest is absolutely bumper and bumper harvest, even Yang Dongxu did not expect that one acre of land can achieve a high yield of nearly 6,000 catties of watermelons. Even if this kind of yield is put in the next generation, it will not be much less, not to mention that in addition to weeding, Yang Dongxu's parents in the watermelon field did not serve much, because they couldn't understand how to produce so much.

When the high yield was determined, Yang Dongxu's family was first ecstatic, and then couldn't help but worry, who are so many watermelons sold to. This is a good thing, and God will blame it.

This worry was quickly alleviated after the little grandfather went to the city, and a thousand catties a day were fresh. In this way, the bulk of the sale of watermelons is solved.

At the beginning, it was sent by Yang Dongxu's family and his little grandfather, and after a few days of delivery, the wheat was about to be harvested, and Yang Dongxu's grandparents were also busy, which made Yang Dad sad.

"Let someone else send it over. Delivering food to his father at night, looking at the sad look on his father's face, Yang Dongxu couldn't help but speak.

"Then how can it be done, let's not say that Director Li only recognizes our family, just say ......" Dad Yang directly refused.

"Why do you only recognize our family, and the little grandfather goes alone, or the grandfather and the big daddy go alone, and they don't know each other? The relationship between people and us is not as close as you think. Yang Dongxu rolled his eyes.

"But ......" Dad Yang is still not at ease.

"Now there are not only supply and marketing cooperatives selling things in the city, there are several vegetable markets, and they don't need tickets. So I think about those fish and shrimp last year, even if others don't send them to the supply and marketing cooperatives, they can still be sold in the vegetable market, and they sell very well.

Now watermelons are only available to our family, and the next time you go, you can bring a few people who have a good relationship with our family, and give them a dollar for a trip. Now it is impossible to harvest wheat by a few people all the time, and change a few people every other day, and the price is the same.

In this way, you and grandpa, grandpa, and a few others don't have to be so busy, can they also harvest our own wheat. There are no watermelons in other people's homes, so even if the relationship with Director Li is good, there is nothing to send. Yang Dongxu patiently explained to his father.

"Isn't one dollar too much? Besides, they don't have watermelons this year, and seeing that our family is making money, they will definitely grow them next year." When the time comes, they will have the path of Director Li, who will sell our watermelons to?" "Father Yang, who planted watermelons in the spring years ago, has a much long-term vision at this time.

Looking at his dead father, Yang Dongxu rubbed his forehead, which was a sign of extreme helplessness and about to run away.

"Now those fish and shrimp can be bought and sold freely in the city market, and next year there will be more watermelons, and people will not be able to sell them in the vegetable market, so they have to take the road of supply and marketing cooperatives?

In order to prevent the watermelon from exploding, do you have to handle it gently, load it here, and drop it in the city, plus people rush overnight, you always have to give people some hard-earned money, right?

This year, only our family grows watermelons, which is not a rarity elsewhere, so a dime and a pound are almost the same price as wheat, but next year we will be seen to make money and grow watermelons.

Then the good question is, every family grows watermelons, not to mention that they are all like our family, six or seven thousand catties of one acre of land, even if it is five thousand catties, each family grows tens of thousands of catties of watermelons of a few acres, who do you sell them to? Yang Dongxu'an patiently explained.

"You said that the watermelons won't be sold next year?" Dad Yang instantly grasped the point.

"It's not that it can't be sold, it's that it's not easy to sell. Just like our family, if you grow watermelons, you will definitely not buy watermelons to eat. So the more people who grow in the township, the less they buy.

Except that you can contact the big truck, pull and run farther away where there is no watermelon to sell, otherwise it will definitely rot in the ground. It's okay to talk about this when you chat with the uncles and aunts in the village, so as not to be hated. Seeing that his father was enlightened, Yang Dongxu breathed a sigh of relief.

This can't be blamed on Dad Yang's stupidity, but when he was a farmer, his eyelids were a little shallower. If you deceive him, it may not be clear who will fool him. But seeing others making money is like following the trend, which has nothing to do with whether it is a farmer or not, and Chinese are almost all this virtue.

"Then won't our family be able to grow watermelons next year?" Dad Yang showed a look of pity on his face, which was very painful.

If these acres of watermelons are sold out, they can earn more than 1,000 yuan, and at the beginning of the year, the family was unhappy because of the 100 yuan thing. suddenly made a thousand yuan at once, and Dad Yang was really reluctant.

"I can't plant it, I always plant watermelons and hurt the ground, and there's no need for that. I will plant watermelons next year, and if I still have such a high yield, five cents, or even three cents a pound, if someone buys it, it will be considered to burn high incense. So let's talk about those things when we have nothing to talk about just now, lest the whole village hate our family next year. ”

"Aren't you looking for scolding now?" Dad Yang glared at his son.

Although he does not have a long-term vision of his son, he can see the short-term things in the rural areas very clearly. You make money, and then tell others that the watermelon will not be sold next year, and someone believes you?

"That's better than a feud. If next year, the neighbors can't sell thousands of catties of watermelons in the fields and rot in the ground, and you don't say these words in advance, what will you do then?" Yang Dongxu said with a serious face.

"This ......." Dad Yang's face changed, and he stuffed the peeled egg into his mouth and nodded.

He naturally understood Yang Dongxu's words, although saying this now will cause some rumors or something, but no one will definitely turn his face against him, he Yang Ruxi is now the number one person in Yangjia Village, who dares to show his face?

Now speaking of which, if the watermelon really can't be sold next year, then you can't blame me Yang Ruxi pit you. I reminded you with infamy and kindness, who do you blame if you don't listen?

After pulling the rice into his mouth and eating, Dad Yang couldn't help but turn his head and take a closer look at his son, and he suddenly found that his son seemed to have changed a lot, "What will we plant next year?"

"Grow crops honestly, you can't grow watermelons, you can't grow vegetable melons, watermelons can't be sold cheaply, and anyone is willing to spend money to buy your vegetable melons to eat?" Yang Dongxu waved the spoon in his hand, holding a half-pulled watermelon and eating happily.

"How much money can wheat be sold?" Dad Yang snorted, and then couldn't help sighing, muttering a group of followers in his mouth, he didn't have the ability to make money, so he learned from his family, and the way he was looking for money was gone.

"Then plant corn, right?" Listening to the strange words in his father's mouth, Yang Dongxu and his wife realized that their father still had such a cute personality.

"It's better to plant corn than beans, and corn is planted after the wheat is harvested. ”

"Who said that corn can only be planted after the wheat is harvested, you can't set aside the spring land before the year like you planted watermelons this year?"

"Can this work?" Dad Yang's eyes widened, and the croppers didn't dare to joke with heavy armor.

"The temperature is low corn is not long, and it will even freeze to death. A month later than watermelons, planted in April. In this way, it will not be long before the wheat is harvested, and the corn on the cob is almost ready to eat.

This is earlier than the harvest of corn after the wheat is harvested, so there is no need to wait for the elders to harvest it, and when it is edible, it will be broken off and sent to the city to be bought and tasted. Not as profitable as watermelon, but certainly more profitable than corn in the fall. And there is no delay in planting wheat after the autumn harvest. ”

"It should be possible. Thinking about it carefully, Dad Yang nodded and squinted at his son: "These are all the attention that Teacher Zhou came up with?"

"What Mr. Zhou came up with, this is what I came up with. The teacher is in a relationship with the national master, so do you have time to care about what our family is planting in the ground?" Yang Dongxu was very proud with his chin soaring to the sky.

"Gotta get it, you want to figure it out, you want to figure it out. Dad Yang reached out and rubbed his son's hair, which was broken away by Yang Dongxu.

Looking at his father's appearance, Yang Dongxu sighed, to be honest, why didn't anyone believe it.

After making a decision, Dad Yang organized a family meeting in the evening, and all the grandparents and little dad joined the army. In the end, the meeting unanimously approved Dad Yang's proposal, and asked Grandpa and his family to help him when he delivered watermelons tomorrow.

After the meeting, Grandpa Yang Dongxu continued to sigh that Mr. Zhou was worthy of being a great intellectual, and his vision was much more long-term than that of farmers like them. Yang Dongxu, who was next to him, was speechless.

With the help of someone, the Yang family finally relaxed, and it was time to harvest wheat, to harvest wheat, and to make watermelons. At the same time, Dad Yang drew inferences and contracted the remaining watermelons to other villagers to sell.

Every day, the watermelons of the supply and marketing cooperatives are collected and sent to the city overnight. The remaining watermelons in the field are sold for eight cents, and if there is no money for food, it is okay to leave two cents of interest for others.

But after a few days, Dad Yang muttered in his mouth, and listened carefully to what he was talking about, who in the village was too dark-hearted. Eight cents took watermelons from his own hands, and when he went to other villages, he exchanged them for a pound and a half of grain and a pound of watermelons, and the income was almost the same as his own.

Hearing these words, Yang Dongxu sighed, originally thinking that his father had enlightened. Even if you sell the price of gold, that's the ability of others, no matter how many people you say, will you still share a little bit of it?

Yang Dongxu, who was thinking about how to make his father smarter and how to be a better person, didn't think of any way, and was quickly attracted by another thing.