Wang Guangwen's citrus harvest was not good, and he was not particularly disappointed at first. Although the orange trees that were bought back were all mature plants that were more than three years old, after all, they were in a new environment, and there was no fuss about not bearing fruit or falling off the fruit in the first two years. But since he came back from Guanshan, this matter has bothered him more and more - because the fruit growers under Guanshan say that this is the third year that their fruit trees have appeared in this phenomenon!

If it is really like the orange trees under the Guanshan Mountain, which has not seen economic benefits after three years, it will undoubtedly be a disaster for a small farmer who takes out a loan to plant trees. At this time, he not only pinned his hopes on Nie Renhao, but also feared that Nie Renhao's fruit tree really had a problem. Because the agreement signed at the time of buying the tree did not say who was responsible for this phenomenon, it is possible that he and the fruit farmers in Guanshan are making the same mistake?

Nie Renhao, who was also anxious, although he did not rush to this mountain pass of the Chahe, he had been studying the orange trees in Guanshan a month ago.

The deputy county magistrate has not been clearly divided so far. This is a good thing for Nie Renhao, who is used to staying in the field. Because there are hundreds of kilometers from the county seat to the forest, coupled with the inconvenient transportation, he rarely goes home, but the fields around the county seat are already full of the footprints of County Magistrate Nie.

He knows exactly how many catties of millet there are in his warehouse, how many catties of corn he has broken, how many acres of tobacco leaves he has planted, and how many sweet potatoes he has harvested when they have rotted -- this county magistrate who went down to the field with his trouser leg in his hand has no shelf at all, and he looks like he mixes up the rice handles. In less than half a year, Nie Renhao already had the title of "farmer county magistrate".

Chen Bonian had long forgotten to ask the technician of the agricultural technology station to go to Wang Guangwen's orchard. It wasn't until Director Liang knocked on the door of the secretary's office and presented a report sent by the Institute of Agricultural Sciences to him that he remembered the hairy boy Wang Guangwen who was "finding faults".

"The report has come out, and the leaders, including the orange trees in Guanshan, have the same reason - the soil is not suitable for the growth of this kind of orange tree......

"Wait, is the soil not suitable for the orange tree, or is the orange tree not suitable for the soil?"

Director Liang flipped through the report, and after thinking for a while, he replied: "Maybe there is something wrong with the way the report is written, because the orange trees are not suitable for soil. There are still some problems with fruit trees! ”

"Re-test and test, how much of such soil occupies in our Jiacang? What is the problem with this orange tree grafted in his forest township? How many places have they been sold? Isn't this a pit for the common people? ”

"This ...... It has been specially investigated, and the soil in our county is mostly strongly acidic, but the soil quality in Linmu Township is mainly weakly acidic. The orange tree grafted by the county magistrate is easy to grow in weakly acidic soil, but it is difficult for the fruit to ripen in strong acidic soil. ”

"What kind of major did Nie Renhao study? By the way, he graduated from a regional agricultural school, so it is impossible not to know the water and soil conditions in our county...... You change this report again, and you must put forward targeted solutions: one is to solve the problem of fruit farmers not harvesting, which is also our commitment to Guanshan fruit farmers last time; The second is to find agricultural and sideline products that indicate the growth of acidic soil, and promote them throughout the county. ”

"Understood, leader!" Director Liang took the report as it was and went to the county agricultural technology station.

Nie Renhao is indeed an authentic farmer, although he spent two or three years in the regional agricultural school, but the professional knowledge he learned in that era was minimal, and the professional knowledge he learned in the agricultural school did not match planting and grafting at all, his specialty was - veterinarian!

But this veterinarian prefers to pour fruit trees. Because after he was assigned a job from the school, he found out that in the mountainous areas of the sixties and seventies, veterinarians were useless at all, and there was no competition in the agricultural village to see who could cure several animals in one day! So he simply taught himself fruit mulberry grafting, and the fruit farmer who became a monk halfway became famous overnight, cultivated all kinds of good fruits, and went to Dazhai to visit.

The director of the county agricultural technology station and the director of the Institute of Agricultural Sciences is an alumnus of Nie Renhao, and the two also have a good relationship. For the sake of the orange tree, Nie Renhao has visited the agricultural technology station more than once.

"Lao Li, is there any result?" Nie Renhao and Stationmaster Li are of the same age, and now if they want to find the root of the problem, they can only rely on their old classmates.

"I was talking about going to you, big leader!" Director Li dragged the old classmate to the office and closed the door tightly.

"Don't be sarcastic about me, I've tricked a lot of people this time!"

"I'm afraid you'll pit yourself! Look at ......" Director Li threw a report that had just been printed to Nie Renhao, and then went to pour a cup of tea.

"This ...... Why wasn't the soil problem detected last time? ”

"Originally, measuring acidity and alkalinity was a very simple technique, but Chen made some fuss and deliberately sent it to the regional agricultural science institute to do it, whether your fruit tree is not suitable for strong acidity, in fact, it still needs to be tested!"

"If it's a problem of acidity and alkalinity, it can be neutralized by using chemical fertilizers, and the next few opinions will toss the fruit farmers? Even if it's re-grafted, it's better than pulling out all the trees and planting something else! Nie Renhao was a little angry, he felt that Lao Li's report was simply worthless.

"Be quiet. I think the same thing as you, but that's what it means over there. I don't think it's about fruit trees, it's about people! ”

"I really lack scientific evidence for the loss of oranges, and I am also responsible for the failure of the fruit farmers to harvest, so I will review this matter, and I am willing to try to recover the loss, after all, there are not many people who come to me to buy trees, and they are not a few years old...... I beg you, the report should be changed, even if I have no choice, Lao Li, you must have a way! You've also seen my orange trees in the woods......"

"I know all of this, and your orange tree is fine, but ......"

"Forget it, I know you're in a quandary! Hey, it's really hard to stay in this county office......" Nie Renhao didn't finish speaking, opened the door and walked back, he was already very grateful to his old classmate for giving him the "report".

"Nie Shu...... Uncle! Wang Guangwen hurriedly walked to the county agricultural technology station, happened to meet Nie Renhao, and called the secretary according to the old habit, and changed his name to "uncle" when he felt uncomfortable.

"Guangwen, why are you here?"

"I'm coming for you! Uncle! ”

"Let's go, talk as we go!" Nie Renhao lifted a snakeskin pocket from Guangwen's hand and helped him twist it. "What's so heavy?"

"Mud! The township government sent me a message asking me to bring some mud from the orchard, but I didn't know how much it would be, so I dug some everywhere! Uncle Nie, they came here last time, didn't they say that the mud was fine? ”

"Maybe there's something wrong with the mud, or maybe my fruit trees aren't fit to grow in the mud of your orchard! In this case, I'll send the mud over first! ”

Nie Renhao turned around, threw the mud to Director Li, and quickly turned it back. "I kept saying that I would go to your place to have a look, but I didn't bother to do it, so go to my place for a meal first!"

"It doesn't matter where I am, Uncle Nie, do you know that there are hundreds of acres of ...... in Guanshan?"

"You know, huh? How do you know? ”

Guangwen told me about the last time I was in Guanshan. "Uncle, if it's really the soil problem, it should be solved by guò chemical fertilizer, right? Hey, we don't know, according to the book, we have been using ammonium sulfate, superphosphate and other acidic fertilizers! ”

"Do you have any fruit on the tree?"

"Yes, but not much!"

"You go back to the Dao Agricultural Technology Station to buy some ammonia and potassium carbonate to use, and see if you can keep a little!"

"Yes, uncle! It seems that I should have listened to Shufen at that time, and it would be good to buy pear trees from you, pineapples prefer acidic soil......"

"It's not that oranges don't like acidic soil...... I still need to explore this...... By the way, when you talk about Shufen, I heard her seventh uncle say that she was burned, and it seems to be very strict, do you know? ”

"What happened?"

"For a few days, it was said that he was injured in the line of duty, and in the Shiqiao Township Health Center, the County Women's Federation went to visit ......"

"Then I'll go first......" Guangwen heard the news more uncomfortable than seeing the oranges in his orchard fall out, so he turned around and ran.

Wang Guangwen changed the car three times, walked more than ten kilometers, and finally arrived at Shiqiao Township.

It's early winter, the fog falls with the night, the town on the banks of the Shiqiao River is still so quiet, a few incandescent lamps just hung up let the stone bridge bid farewell to the era of no street lights, the yellow lights illuminate the narrow streets, and there is not a single pedestrian on the cold road.

"Doctor He, where is Yang Shufen?" As soon as Guangwen entered the health center, he met an acquaintance.

"Wang ...... Guangwen? Your mother's illness again? "Dr. Ho knows every patient well.

"No, I heard that Shufen was burned, and she just came from the county seat. What room is he in? Guangwen, who was out of breath, was not familiar with the newly renovated health center in Shiqiao, and this three-story building was also very imposing in Shiqiao.

"On the second floor, right-hand on the left-hand side. But he may not be very convenient......" Before He Pan finished speaking, Guangwen rushed to the second floor like the wind.

Shufang is giving medicine to Shufen, and the sensible Shufei is also busy in front of her sister's bed. The reckless young man pushed open the door, looked at Shufen, who was naked but scarred on the hospital bed, and closed the door again at will.

He didn't have time to be shy and sat on the ground. Ah, is that the girl that haunts me? Where did that long beautiful hair go? Why is the fire so merciless? Just like that, he took away the beautiful face of his beloved, and just like that, he ruined the amorous face of his beloved! He would rather all the fruits of his orange grove be gone, along with the leaves, even uprooted—if they could bear the torment for Shufen!

Isn't she ugly? No! That's still the most beautiful girl in the world! Didn't I say it countless times in my heart? No matter what she becomes, she is willing to spend her life caring for her! Phew! Why such a poisonous oath? It's not that I don't want to spend my life waiting, but I don't want her to become like this!

My sweetheart, you said that we have a common language, a common ideal, and a common situation, and you are willing to be ordinary friends with me, friends like brothers and sisters! At the beginning of that fight, I didn't dare to take another step beyond the thunder pool, and I believe that one day you will be impressed by me......

"You're Hirobun, right?" Shufang pushed the door open, interrupting the child's painful thoughts on the ground......