Fang Xueliang is 54 years old, of medium height, wearing a fancy camouflage training uniform, and is tanned by the sun and is a strong Yi man. Lao Fang has been the village chief of their village for more than 20 years, and he can be regarded as the king of the mountain on this mountain. Of course, this is about his prestige in the village, not his domineering.

Lao Fang's handling of people can still be called fair and just, otherwise he would not have been the village chief for more than 20 years. You must know that the current village chief is democratically elected, and the local people in their hometowns can't be overbearing for long.

"Lao Fang, this year is going to be a bumper harvest! Hehe, my mother-in-law is on a business trip, and the doll is going to college, so I have to go up the mountain alone. No, stop by to see you. Seeing his old friend, Lao Qi also greeted him warmly, and couldn't help but speed up his pace.

"yes, a good harvest, hahaha...... This year, this large mountain capital has a bumper harvest. However, the labor cost is more expensive, and there are not enough people to help with the harvest, and this mountain full of cherries will not be worth much in a few days. Fang Xueliang pointed to the large cherry orchards, as well as the sparsely scattered cherry orchards and the few migrant workers who harvested cherries, and smiled bitterly.

"In the past few years, your Miluo Village has become a cherry village, hehe, don't say, this road looks like cherry trees all over the mountains, and it is really a bit of a swarm to develop the mountain and forest economy and run to a well-off momentum. You village leaders do not conduct market research and research, and develop sales channels in an organized manner. People through the sea is good, vegetables ten years ago on the marketing to all parts of the country and even abroad, vegetable farmers just feel at ease to grow good vegetables, do not need to think too much about the market sales, so good, bumper yield and harvest. ”

Lao Qi goes up the mountain every year during the Qingming Festival, and he sees what kind of livelihood he does in this mountainous area, and he has been an old friend for many years, and he has no scruples about talking.

"Lao Qi, you don't have a backache when you stand and talk. Since you were a child, you and your father have walked this road down the mountain, and you are almost familiar with the situation of this mountain. In 98, you came to my house for dinner when you came to the grave and encouraged me to plant cherry trees for planting, and you were the first to take the lead in contracting this mountain to operate a cherry orchard. After doing it for so many years, it was finally done, and it hasn't made a few years of money, and the villagers are following the trend to plant cherries when they see the benefits, I dare not let others plant them?"

Lao Qi has seen a lot of these stories of seeing benefits and following trends in the countryside. Not to mention the years when the county implemented the information system, the townships and towns in the eight counties and one district of central Yunnan did not run a few times that year, and I heard and seen more of all kinds of good things and bad things in the fields in various places, which can be said to be well-informed.

But these things are really no wonder folks, most of them have relied on the mountains for generations, and their ancestors have grown up in this mountain for generations. Knowledge and culture are limited, even if they go out to work for a few years, and those who come back from being a soldier for a few years are people who have seen the world. It's right to be hard-working and get rich, but how to run, that's what the university asks. Many times, hard-working people do not necessarily get a good harvest and get the benefits they deserve.

Besides, how many of those so-called people who work in the cities really understand the economy and people's livelihood? Even those who are local governors don't necessarily understand much, and there are many rotten things that blindly command and develop indiscriminately.

Lao Qi Xiaomin, who didn't comment on these, looked at Lao Fang and smiled, "Hehe, it's the same as those people who swarmed bees and planted grapes in the dam a few years ago." People don't dare to kill you, and it's still okay to make you a chicken, fly and dog and jump at peace. ”

"A few years ago, the state began to carry out forest tenure reform. We have a lot of mountainous villages and mountains, and we don't have much yield when we grow grain, so we have to return farmland to forests, and the state still has subsidies, and we have also exempted the imperial grain and state tax. There are so many mountains again, and the villagers have a few dollars in their pockets, and when they saw that I was planting cherries worthwhile, everyone invested in planting them together, and made him a red mountain. Now, the early maturing market can be sold for twenty or thirty-one catties, and it will be a good day for a few days. Now that a large number of cherries have entered the ripening period, the price on the market has been reduced to more than ten yuan a catty, and then seven or eight yuan in a few days, and finally two or three yuan a catty, which is not enough to pay for the labor money for harvesting. Lao Fang complained to Lao Qi as he walked, as if he could feel more comfortable when he said it.

Lao Qi smiled heartlessly, "Hehehe, now you understand what the capitalist economic crisis is, right?"

"Hahaha...... The farmer poured milk into the river, burned the corn as firewood, killed the cattle and buried them, but the people did not eat or drink. Isn't that what books say? Soon, I'd rather let these cherries rot in the field than harvest them down the mountain for the people to eat. ”

"Hey, hey, hey, your old party is also in a capitalist economic crisis, enjoy it. By the way, aren't you going to have a cherry blossom party? Don't you want to think of a way, just kill and bury it?"

The two old friends talked and laughed casually, and soon came to the old Fang built an office by the reservoir and a tea room for receiving guests, the boss a craft coffee table made of log roots occupied one-third of the office space, where the shape of the teeth and claws looked wild, no, it was barbaric, very in line with the identity of the old Fang Mountain King.

Lao Fang beckoned Lao Qi to sit down on a log pier, and said while boiling water to make tea: "Hehehe, Lao Qi, don't tease." It's called the Cherry Association. Hehe, there are more pig associations, cattle associations, grape associations, and strawberry associations. When there is a benefit, someone comes out to take charge of things, the political achievements are reported, the trees are planted, and everyone sees the orchard with mountains and patches of things. That cherry association is a name, is there a market is a market economy, do you understand? ”

"Also, in the fields in the dam, no one even wanted to plant flue-cured tobacco rice a few years ago, and every household seemed to be in a hurry to plant grapes. Even those who worked in the city came to join in the fun, renting fields and cultivating vineyards in the countryside. As a result, the grapes were harvested in a large area, and they could not be sold at all. Hehe, today in the ancestral cemetery, I heard my cousin at home say that this year, our village has eradicated thousands of acres of grapes that have been made with great difficulty, and the grape stalks are piled up in the fields for firewood, which is a pity. Lao Qi shook his head and said what he had heard when he saw it, and he looked distressed.

"Hehehe...... A few years ago, when we encouraged everyone to plant grapes, those few people who organized the grape association had long since disappeared, and they were engaged in grape planting for not grapes, hehe, they sold seedlings, sold grape fertilizer, sold this, one by one, they had already made enough, the fat ones were like pigs, they got money, patted their butts and left, who do you care who you grow grapes to sell to? Don't talk about these bad things, come on, come on, drink tea!"

Lao Fang knew those things very clearly, but those things had nothing to do with him and were not something he should care about. It's none of your business, hang it high, the old man smiled and poured the boiled Pu'er tea into the scalded purple sand cup.