Lin Zeng walked up to a young man who was taking pictures with a camera, greeted him with a smile and said, "Hello, Reporter Xia." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

It turned out that he was Xia Bo, a reporter for "Qinghe Daily", and next to him was another text reporter, Tang Yang. There is no need to guess, they must have been sent by Liu Yuan, editor-in-chief of Qinghe Daily, to cover this event.

When they turned their heads to see Lin Zeng, they immediately laughed and said very actively: "Manager Lin, you are also here." ”

Lin Zeng became acquainted with them, which also stemmed from their many interviews and writing about the plants he refined. What's more, at that time, because of the fight between Carpet Grass and "Haixi Express", Lin Zeng had a good relationship with these two reporters.

Of course, these two reporters, who are also big fans of Lin Zeng's family plants, also grow some indoor climbing vegetables.

"It's a lively place, everyone's results are very rich, come and walk around. Lin Zeng avoided a pedestrian holding a full exchange object, looked at the crowded bazaar, and said in a good mood.

The two reporters did not continue to chat with Lin Zeng, and when they were working, their attitudes were serious and professional.

Xia Bo kept looking for a way to take pictures, while Tang Yang began to find some stall owners who were more leisurely and chatted about interviews.

"Hello, I'm a reporter from Qinghe Daily, are these watermelons grown by yourself?"

Tang Yang found a young man about his age, wearing a gray letter sweatshirt, sitting cross-legged on a picnic mat on the floor, looking casual. About twenty black-striped emerald green watermelons lay in front of him, and a handmade cardboard with the words "Jane Drysek's Watermelon Stand" written on it

Hearing that Tang Yang was a newspaper reporter, the young man opened his chatterbox and pulled Tang Yang very enthusiastically to speak: "Yes, yes, my girlfriend planted it with me." At that time, I was just curious, but I didn't think that now I have watermelon to eat every day. That's great. Today, I specially brought it to exchange results with you. ”

"Where did you plant the watermelon?" Tang Yang asked curiously, just like ordinary chit-chatter.

"I planted it in the living room, and I think this kind of plant that grows well indoors is simply the biggest biological revolution in history, and it has simply changed the way of life of human beings in the city......" The young man pulled Tang Yang like he had found a bosom friend, gushing endlessly.

Before Tang Yang could ask questions, he had already obtained a bunch of information.

It was only when the young man spoke about the life of a small urban farmer that he studied that he was interrupted by the cry of a girl.

"Honey, look what I've changed!" a good-looking girl, holding a bunch of things in her hands, happily walked up to the stall owner.

"Two bunches of grapes, two loofahs and tomatoes, three eggplants, and three melons. Super lucky! I changed to kiwi! I changed to one! A lot of people couldn't change it! Wow, we're so happy! We can cook a big meal tonight. The girl's mood was very high, and after talking like a cannonball, she put the things in her hand next to the young man in the gray letter sweatshirt, opened the non-woven shopping bag in her hand, took three watermelons from the stall, waved her hand and ran away, "I'll change things again, you guard the base!"

The young man in the gray sweatshirt flattened his mouth and muttered, "I want to go shopping too!"

When he came back to his senses and was about to talk to the reporter about his research again, he suddenly found that the reporter was gone.

Tang Yang continued to talk to people in this special "farmer's market" and get the information he wanted.

For a reporter who deals with words every day, the amount of news he gets today is enough for him to write two or three new reports.

Unlike the "farmer's bazaar" that appears in other cities in China, Tang Yang, who is sensitive to information, feels that this kind of trading activity is more like the "farmer's bazaar" in the countryside of some European and American countries. Most of the stall owners of the so-called farmers' bazaars held in large cities such as Haishi and Beijing are farmers who specialize in buying and selling farm products or organic products.

In the farmers' markets in the countryside of Europe and the United States, many of them are ordinary citizens, who take out the surplus vegetables and fruits grown by their families, or make handicrafts, to set up stalls, which can be sold or exchanged in kind.

The "farmer's market" in front of you has such a nature. The stall owners all have different occupations. Some are teachers, some are programmers, some are civil servants, but there are no serious farmers. They bring their families and small bags to participate in this event, not to make a profit, but to exchange for more food.

Tang Yang keenly observed that this form of bazaar, perhaps in the future, would blossom everywhere.

As the number of home growers increases, each family will have a large surplus of produce on their planting walls. More and more families will exchange the products they grow with other families.

Between neighbors, friends, and relatives, if every family grows its own special crops, it is almost conceivable that urban dwellers between steel and cement will become a huge planting group, producing a steady stream of various agricultural products.

And will the heterogeneous greening companies that supply these plant seedlings form a "seed empire" that can control the country's economy like foreign seed companies?

Tang Yang was almost shocked by his own idea!

As the young stall owner in "Jane Drisek's Stall" just said, a model of the urban small-scale peasant economy is sprouting and it is conceivable that it will eventually completely change the way of life of the whole society.

A man with a basket full of different fruits passed by Tang Yang, he smiled happily, and said happily to his daughter sitting on the crook of his arm: "Wow, Wang, Dad has changed to a lot of delicious food, we don't have to buy vegetables for a week!"

The little girl who couldn't speak yet patted her father's head and had fun together.

Seeing this scene, Tang Yang suddenly thought that maybe in the future, the role of supermarkets and farmers' markets will be continuously weakened, and in each community, there will be a small market, which has all kinds of ingredients grown by the residents of this community, or exchanged, or bought, and the residents of the city can get fresh and organic ecological ingredients every day.

At that time, the city, a huge monster inhabited by humans on the earth, had the ability to be self-sufficient.

But if that happens, what about those who depend on planting for their livelihoods?

Tang Yang couldn't figure out this contradiction, and he even had some panic.

However, the initiator of everything still maintains a calm mood. He found it very interesting, the plants he refined with his own hands were planted, eaten, and even exchanged by ordinary people, and he felt a special sense of satisfaction in his heart.

Lin Zeng carefully observed the activities of this farmer's market to see what was wrong.

He felt that there would definitely be no shortage of such activities in the future, and it was just this time that he could learn some experience.

At this moment, next to the flower bed not far from Lin Zeng, there was suddenly more noise.

The conversations between the vegetable friends in the herd are mostly cheerful and peaceful, so the shrill noise there is very noticeable, even in the noisy market.

Lin Zeng frowned and raised his feet and walked there.

(To be continued.) )