With this magical net bottle, this space, many thoughts flashed through Zhang Fan's mind. He was anxious to find out if the pool water would have a special role.

Leaving the old room, Zhang Fan went out immediately, he needed to find a place where there was no one and try to see if the pool water was the same as he guessed.

If the pool water in the space has a relatively large auxiliary effect on the growth of plants, Zhang Fan has a plan in mind. In that case, he could have stayed in his hometown and didn't need to go to the big city to live those fast-paced lives.

As he walked, he came to a small valley at the foot of Cloud Ridge. This small valley is the land assigned to his family, but his family has a small population, and these lands have not been developed at all, and they are still wasteland.

At the end of the creek, a row of more than ten or twenty guavas was planted.

Uncle said that he planted it with Zhang Fan's father and two buddies. However, over the years, I haven't taken care of it, and I haven't even bothered to weed and fertilize.

In their place, these fruits are satisfied when they are hungry, and almost no one picks them and sells them.

First of all, everyone doesn't plant much, there are some messy ones, they don't form a scale, and no one buys them.

Secondly, very few people have ever moved the mind of planting fruits and selling them for money, so they have no intention of managing them, and the fruits are self-fending, and the quality is of course not very good, and there is no intention of making money.

Finally, the traffic in their town is not good, and the transportation is not convenient. If it can't be shipped out, it will be sold in the town, and the sales will definitely not be ideal. After all, the town is poor, and there are not many people who can actually buy fruit to eat. Most of the fruits sold on the street are varieties of fruits that are not available in the local area.

At this time, the guava tree is full of fruits, but it looks like the fruit is a little malnourished, the fruit shape is not very beautiful, the peel is not shiny, and the fruit body is not large.

Zhang Fan picked one and took a bite, it was very hard, with a bitter taste, and it was scummy, it was really not delicious.

"Give it a try!"

Zhang Fan quickly disappeared in place, and reappeared after a while, with an extra bucket of clear water in his hand. The bucket was thrown into the net bottle space when he was at home.

He poured more than half a bucket of water in the net bottle space for each guava tree, and was busy for more than ten or twenty minutes, and finally got it done. For the time being, I don't seem to see anything.

"Let's see if there is any improvement, I think we can see if there is any improvement. Zhang Fan muttered to himself.

On the way back, Zhang Fan met the old village chief.

It was an old man who was almost seventy years old, a little thin, but very energetic, and he walked with the wind. Zhang Fan had heard others say that the old village chief had been a soldier in the past and had beaten devils. There was a notch in the side of his ear, which was rumored to have been shot by a bullet.

It's also a big life, and it's only two or three centimeters away from the head.

"Xiao Fan, I heard that you have resigned from your job in the city, you have to think carefully!" the old village chief said, and there was no blame in his tone.

He attaches great importance to this college student in the village. Otherwise, when he was in college, he would not have come forward and asked everyone to pool money and send Zhang Fan out.

After this kid graduated, there was no news, only that he seemed to be working in a unit in the city.

Not long ago, news came out in the village that Zhang Fan's child came back and threw away all the iron rice bowls, and many people felt pity.

Zhang Fan respects this old man very much, for the sake of the village, he has also worried about it for most of his life, and he has always loved the children in the village. The bear child was beaten badly by his parents, and finding the old village chief can definitely get a little justice.

Those little guys who have done something wrong and are afraid of being beaten by Lao Tzu are the first to find the old village chief, which is already an undeclared secret in the village.

"Village Chief, you're still so tough. Yes, the city side resigned, and did not go out for the time being. ”

"What's the plan for that?" The old man was not a fool, looking at the calm temperament of this kid in the village, he knew that he had been honed a lot outside.

It can be said that today's Zhang Fan has slowly become a weapon, which makes him happy and satisfied.

"I have a plan to generate income in the village. ”

When the old village chief heard this, he couldn't help frowning. Isn't it wonderful to generate income in these villages! Why hasn't he thought about the same idea?

Two years ago, he heard that there were villages in other towns that made a lot of money by growing sand ginger.

So, he also organized everyone to do it, who knows how to manage, the sand ginger is plagued, rotting in patches, and the loss makes the villagers a little uncomfortable.

Since then, many people have had a fear of growing unfamiliar crops.

"What are you going to do? Don't act impulsively in the heat of the moment. Two years ago, the cultivation of sand ginger in our village failed. The old village chief said to Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan thought for a while: "To generate income in rural areas, it is nothing more than to start from two aspects. The first is planting, and the second is breeding. ”

"The investment in breeding is large, and the risk is also large, so I will not touch it for the time being, and start with the planting industry, fruits and vegetables. I'm still thinking about what to plant. Village Chief, you have to help me keep this matter a secret first. My uncle must know that he will drive me to the city. Zhang Fan finally pleaded.

The old village chief thought for a while, worried that Zhang Fan would delay his future in the village. But in my heart, I still hope that this highly educated child can do something in the village.

The current village makes him see the dawn of making a fortune.

Perhaps, this child's return is an opportunity? After all, his major in college seems to be related to planting, right? He should be a little confident to make such a decision, right?

After a while, the old village chief said: "Let's talk about it first, I can't get results in a year and a half, don't say that your uncle drove you away, I will drive you back to the city." ”

"Thank you village chief for your support!" Zhang Fan was overjoyed.

With the help of the old village chief, the uncle's ideological work will be much easier, which will be of great help to his next plans. He has had enough of life in the big city.

Back in the village, both the air and the environment are pleasant, and he likes such days.

The old village chief waved his hand: "Don't be busy thanking me first, if you kid makes some achievements, maybe you can drive the villagers to do it together, which is good for our village, and I can't support you." Next, if there is any difficulty, you can come to me, my old bones, that's all there is to it. ”

The future of the village is worrying, and the village always ploughs the fields unchanged, and from the beginning of the year to the end of the year, every family has little money left. Without money, children will not get a good education, and their future will not be discussed, which is a vicious circle. In the heart of the old village chief, he hoped that someone could break this deadlock.

With that, the old village chief walked around the village with his hands behind his back, like a king inspecting his territory.