Autumn is getting stronger, and the leaves are falling.

In this harvest season, there is peace in the bitter mountains, and the faces of the people in the mountains are full of joy, and they all seem to be in a good mood. From October to November is the season of sweet potato harvest, this year's year is very good, the wind and rain are smooth, the grains are abundant, and the bitter mountain is also a rare harvest.

Zhongguo Hope School is also busy, Ma Zhongguo and they are busy teaching students knowledge in the classroom, and Wang Xinming is busy buying and sorting out the agricultural products of the villagers in the commissary.

With Wang Xinming's efforts, Zhongguo Hope School finally signed a supply agreement with two large supermarkets in Xibei County, and the mountain goods from Kushan are only supplied to these two large supermarkets in Xibei County, and Wang Xinming will go to deliver the goods once every half a month, and purchase some goods needed by the school commissary by the way. The market in Jia'an City is delivered once a week, Jia'an City is far away, it takes almost 12 hours to travel back and forth, and the cost is much higher than that of delivering to Xibei County, but compared with the huge profits, this cost is not worth mentioning at all.

And with the sweet potato harvest, more and more mountain folks to grow their own sweet potatoes to the school, although Zhongguo hopes that the school clearly stated that it will not accept sweet potatoes, but the villagers still beg hard to hope that the school can collect the sweet potatoes, and even some villagers said that it doesn't matter if the money is more or less, as long as they accept it, Wang Xinming and Shi Honglin, who are responsible for the purchase of mountain goods, smiled bitterly and were in a dilemma, and they couldn't accept it, and they were embarrassed not to accept it.

So, Wang Xinming found Lin Ping in the office.

"Principal Lin, now many villagers send the sweet potatoes they grow in their fields to the school, and if they don't accept them and don't leave, Aunt Shi and I are very embarrassed. Wang Xinming said.

Lin Ping stood in front of the window, looked at the villagers who gave sweet potatoes outside the school gate, nodded and said, "I saw it." ”

Wang Xinming said helplessly: "Some mountain people have walked for a day on the mountain road and used a small cart to send a few bags of sweet potatoes to the school, so we can't let them push them back." ”

Lin Ping thought for a while and said, "Take it all." ”

"Ah, really? However, although accepting these sweet potatoes has helped the masses solve the problem, we are not easy to sell these sweet potatoes. Wang Xinming said with some embarrassment.

Lin Ping looked at Wang Xinming and said, "You contact the sweet potato buyer and let the buyer take away these sweet potatoes." ”

Wang Xinming said: "I learned when I went to the county to deliver the goods the day before yesterday, this year's sweet potato harvest is not worth much, you don't believe it, the wholesaler's purchase price is a dime a catty, that is really the price of cabbage." And we're so remote, other buyers don't want to come over. If I send them over, it really won't be enough for gas. ”

The prices of most primary agricultural products have never been very high, and even if the selling prices are high, the farmers who grow them do not make much money, and most of the profits are taken away by layers of middlemen. Moreover, the price of agricultural products rises and falls by a great extent, and once the market is not good, farmers can easily lose all their money, and it is better for crops to rot in the ground than to sell them. This year's sweet potatoes in Kushan are like this, the price of sweet potatoes as a crop itself will not be very high, the purchase price of ordinary years may be three or five cents a catty, and the price of sweet potatoes has plummeted in the case of a bumper harvest this year.

Wang Xinming continued: "To tell the truth, no one necessarily wants five cents a pound of these sweet potatoes in our Kushan. The main reason is that the variety and quality of the sweet potatoes planted in our bitter mountains are not good, and now the sweet potatoes grown outside are all products that have been improved for several generations, big and red, one on top of two of our bitter mountains. The varieties we planted in Kushan are still the varieties planted in the seventies and eighties of the last century, which are too backward. ”

Lin Ping looked at the villagers lining up outside the window to deliver sweet potatoes and frowned, he wanted to help, but at this time he was also a little embarrassed. Once the news that Zhongguo wants the school to buy sweet potatoes spreads in Kushan, there will definitely be more and more villagers who will send sweet potatoes to the school, and listening to Wang Xinming's statement, this kind of sweet potatoes in Kushan can't be sold at all, so it can only be backlogged in the hands of the school.

When the time comes, the school may be directly surrounded by sweet potatoes.

"Principal Lin, do you have a word, how do you say to accept it or not?" Wang Xinming asked a little anxiously, "What about collecting it, I will let them keep the sweet potatoes, and then five cents a catty, if they don't accept it, let them pull it back." ”

Looking at the mountain people who were anxiously waiting and looking at this side with expectant eyes, Lin Ping thought for a while and made up his mind and said, "Take it." ”

Lin Ping figured out one thing in his heart: the essence of Zhongguo's hope school-run industry is not pure business, and Lin Ping also clearly knew that he could not become a businessman who was "not in charge of the army and not in charge of wealth".

The original intention of Zhongguo Hope School's school-run industry was to help the parents and villagers of Kushan. Making money is the basic goal of industrial operation, but making money cannot become the only purpose of the school-run industry of Zhongguo Hope School, if the purpose of the existence of Zhongguo Hope School School-run industry is only to make money, then it loses the meaning of its creation.

For the significance of the existence of Zhongguo's hope school-run industry, creating social benefits is more important than creating economic benefits.

So, Wang Xinming went down to announce Lin Ping's decision to buy sweet potatoes. The fathers and villagers in the mountains were happy and didn't know what to say, and they praised Lin Pinghe School, although the purchase price of sweet potatoes was very low, but they were still very grateful to the school. Some of them have been to the town to sell their sweet potatoes, and they know that their sweet potatoes are very difficult to sell, and it is a great thing that the school can buy them now.

Wang Xinming said while collecting it: "Try not to send sweet potatoes to school in the future, keeping them to feed pigs and chickens is better than selling sweet potatoes. ”

The people in the mountains said with a smile: "We also know, but there is no way, this year is really too much, I can't feed the pigs and chickens, my family can store sweet potatoes in the place is full, and some have not been dug out in the ground."

Others chimed in:

"yes, my yard is full of piles, as high as the walls of my house. ”

"That's right, my pig is going to vomit when he eats sweet potatoes, and he has a swollen belly after eating sweet potatoes, and he always farts, and he hears crackling in the pigsty every day, and firecrackers during the New Year. ”

When the fathers and villagers in the mountains heard this, they all nodded with deep feeling and laughed.

"It's just that this year is good. One of the people in the back said.

Wang Xinming smoked a cigarette and said disdainfully: "The year is good, it's a fart, it's not as good as the year." ”

In the past, the harvest was a happy event for farmers, and everyone would even beat gongs and drums to celebrate the harvest. However, with the development of the market economy, many farmers increasingly do not want to hear the word "bumper harvest".

The more you harvest, the more you lose money.