"Xiao Hao is back, I heard how much you just picked, squeeze me a glass of strawberry juice too." Liu Junhao was busy in front of the computer, and Mr. Zhao walked into the living room with a water cup. People are not polite when they enter the door, and they ask for strawberries directly.

This old man is quite well-informed, and it seems that he didn't greet him when he left. However, before he picked it, he considered that Professor Zhao and his family naturally had a lot of strawberries.

In fact, without his master's hands, Wukong has already squeaked and sent it over with a plate. The monkey has nothing to do and always goes to the courtyard to eat and drink, causing a lot of trouble, it is very familiar with the old man, and it is also regarded as half of the master.

"Well, it's a little sour, but it tastes better than the supermarket." Professor Zhao casually pinched a few and put them in his mouth, and couldn't help but nod his head in praise after tasting them.

This is true, although the wild strawberry is a little smaller, it is better than nature, and it tastes sweet and sour in the mouth.

Taking advantage of the joy, the two washed a lot of strawberry juice. Wukong seems to be very interested in how the machine works, and when the master stops, it jumps on the table and wants to go over to find out, Liu Junhao is afraid that it will make a mess. Hurriedly beat it with half a cup of strawberry juice.

"You still have a scorpion?" After drinking the strawberry juice, the old man's eyes wandered around the room for a while, and he saw the canned food bottle on the table.

"Well, I just caught it when I went up the mountain in the afternoon, do you want it, I heard that this thing is crispy and fragrant when it is fried." Liu Junhao raised the canned food bottle and said. He had heard of fried scorpions, but when it came to eating, he always felt a little frightened when he saw this thing. However, in his opinion, Professor Zhao used to travel from south to north, and he should be the type of meat and vegetarian who is not taboo to catch and eat, otherwise he would not have fried bee pupae last time.

"You don't want to play with it, do you?" Hearing him say this, the old man was a little moved, not to mention that he had really eaten this thing before, he hadn't eaten it for several years, and he missed it a little. But after thinking about it, I think raising scorpions is also a good way.

The market for this thing has been in short supply in recent years, and if you really want to raise it, you can find a place to build a breeding tent. The cost of raising scorpions is very low, and grasshoppers, earthworms, and green worms in the ground can be used as feed, and the income from raising them should be very good.

"Don't do it" Liu Junhao refused simply. He never thought about raising scorpions, this thing is very troublesome to raise, and if he doesn't take care of it, he will lose a lot if he runs away. The point is, this thing isn't stinging yet. If you really want to make a fortune, you can just isolate some water tanks in the ditch in front of the door with window screens to raise yellow eels, and the benefits are absolutely indispensable. And the important thing is your old business, which is not easy to have problems. Although Liu Junhao has been relying on spring water to raise yellow eels, through such a long period of contact, he still has a considerable understanding of the way of life of yellow eels. Not at the expert level. But now when it comes to the growth of yellow eels, it is also the first thing to say.

"You kid...... Born to be a little rich is the life of peace. One sentence made Professor Zhao speechless. He knows Liu Junhao too well, this person belongs to the type of pie that falls from the sky and then opens his mouth to eat.

After a year, I don't know how many people want to cooperate with him, and the conditions are quite lucrative. But this man is good, and he refuses to do it all. That bit of technology is hidden, like a baby bump. Although the old man Zhao knows in his heart that he has no skills, if you want to say that the yellow eel, hens, wild ducks, etc. grow well, there is a good water and soil near Liujiagou. In fact, the old man can only summarize it like this.

What he didn't know was that it was Liu Junhao who wanted technology or not, so he refused so much cooperation. As for the stone lock, as long as his brain is not burned out, he won't tell anyone what he says. It's better to keep a low profile, otherwise you might be caught as a guinea pig that day.

The old man didn't say anything about moving Liu Junhao in the end, and in the end he didn't have a trick, so he could only say that this thing tasted delicious after being fried, and it was convenient to raise more of his own home.

"I'll talk about it when you make it" Although Liu Junhao knew that he was telling the truth, he could barely think about it, as for raising ...... Forget it. This stall in his yard is enough for him to be busy.

"Xiao Hao, come over and taste the fried scorpion I just made." Originally, I thought that Professor Zhao was just talking, but I didn't know that the two of them had just eaten here, and someone came over with a small bowl.

"I said old man, these dozen or so scorpions, can you stop you from running?" Liu Junhao turned his head to look at the golden thing at the bottom of the bowl, and asked with a little curiosity.

This smell is good, with a hint of fishiness in the fragrance, which can arouse people's appetite. However, when he thought of the original form, he and Zhang Qian glanced at each other, and they were a little afraid to open their mouths.

The master didn't move, and Wukong could follow him and get greedy, making a fuss on the ground and begging for it.

The two rolled their eyes, glanced at each other, and guessed what the other was thinking, or how to make it a couple: let the monkey eat one and taste it first.

Liu Junhao smiled and used chopsticks to clip one of the monkeys and put them in his paws, but the guy didn't hesitate, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it. Three times five divided by two, a fried scorpion into the stomach, it was still unfinished smashing it and smashing its mouth, and then stretched out its claws to beg for it.

There is a door...... Liu Junhao also took one to taste, and nodded at his wife after eating.

Under his encouragement, Zhang Qian opened her mouth and tasted one, which was really good, and the more she chewed, the more fragrant it became.

"Delicious, right?" After tasting it, Old Man Zhao asked with a little smile.

"I didn't say it," Liu Junhao cocked his thumb and praised without speaking. This scorpion looks quite annoying, but when fried, it is crispy and refreshing, and it is indeed a delicacy.

"Then you catch more when you go up the mountain tomorrow, forty or fifty can fry a big plate."

"They're all in the cracks in the stones. Catch it......" he stopped halfway through his speech, no wonder the old man is so enthusiastic, and his feelings are waiting for him here. Forty or fifty ...... That's how many rocks you have to pick.

"Don't go, don't say anything" Liu Junhao shook his head resolutely, for this bit of food, it didn't take so much effort.

"You kid" saw that his "purpose" was recognized, and Professor Zhao had no choice but to smile and shake his head.

As he was talking, Liu Guangju called his house, saying that he was asked to come over and sit down at night and discuss something. Liu Guangju is now more and more proficient in leadership art, and every time before the introduction of new measures, he has to call the heads of each family to sit down, and then tell everyone what he thinks, so that he can brainstorm and wait for the discussion to be almost done before the whole village will be notified. This move was jokingly called the "Standing Committee" by the villagers, and there was no essential difference from the meeting of the township mayor and secretary.

However, this time is special, and people specially told Liu Junhao to call Old Man Zhao.

"What the hell is going on to get me over?" After hearing this, Professor Zhao was puzzled that he usually didn't participate in the village meetings.

"I don't know, let's go and see"

The two of them arrived relatively early, and Liu Guangju's daughter-in-law saw that there was a person, and quickly brought out the teapot to pour water. In a few moments, the men of each family arrived.

"The town is looking for a project for our village?" As soon as an introduction was made, people blew up the nest and started talking.

Liu Junhao heard this. The first thought that came to my mind was that the branch secretary wouldn't drink too much.

If you want to say that the villagers here, everyone here is no stranger to this kind of village-run enterprises and township-run enterprises. Especially in the 90s, there was a period when there were a lot of tricks in the township. First, the whole township raised funds to set up a carpet factory, but the carpets produced could not be marketed, and finally the workers divided a few carpets to pay their wages.

Then put forward the slogan of "building greenhouses in villages and villages, building vegetable towns", the wish is good, but the leader's brain is absolutely short-circuited, and he does not consider the actual situation of Daqingshan, and the vegetables are grown, but the transportation is always difficult. In the end, vegetable farmers can only produce and sell their own vegetables.

Then there is the planting of fruit trees, ready to build the largest fruit production base in the south. When it comes to this, there is no one in the village who does not scold. At that time, each village was assigned the task of destroying all the crops and planting plum trees. However, the plum tree variety is not suitable for the growth environment of Liujiagou at all, and the plums produced are smaller than the mountain dates, and there is nothing except the core. The plum trees cut down and planted apple trees, and the apple trees cut down and dug up the nests of pear trees. In the end, the fruit trees were not good, and the township leaders changed the direction to plant peppers, seedless watermelons, garlic, and so on.

The slogans are shouted louder and louder, but the actual effect is "get rich and get rich, and the more you get rich, the more negative it becomes". The villagers below were out of temper, and in the end, no one listened to what the villagers said, and they couldn't be forced.

To say that the original intention of the leader is still good, and he wants everyone to be rich, but the idea is a little taken for granted.

In recent years, the township leaders have not made a fuss, the villagers have found their own projects, are responsible for their own profits and losses, and slowly become richer.

"I said Guangju, do you want to raise funds for the projects that the township is looking for, if you don't say anything about fundraising, my family will pay the money, but don't move the land, the wheat has grown so tall." Liu Wuye opened his mouth and collided.

"That's it, it's okay to pay the money, but don't move the ground." Ermazi followed the socket.

It seems that the people in the village have the same idea, and they are not very interested in this so-called project.

"You ...... Listen to me if it's intact or not, if I really want to move, I would have refused a long time ago. This time, it was for us to set up a chicken farm, and the township also promised to give part of the support funds. ”

"Chicken farm?" Several people looked at each other again.

"Yes, I think this project is still okay, there are more farmhouses in our village, and a lot of chickens are consumed every day, don't you have to go to the street to buy them at every market, if we set up a chicken farm, we can guarantee the supply." What he said was the truth. With the increase of tourists, the local chickens raised by the villagers of Liujiagou are completely unable to be consumed, and many families have begun to transfer to the town to buy. Even because of this, the price of local chickens in the town continues to rise.

"But people come here to eat local chickens, and you can't sell the feed chickens at all?" Liu Qiyong asked rhetorically.

"Who said it was feed chickens, let's learn from what we did on TV, the whole mountain forest is free-range, and the chicken breed will buy Xiaohao's eggs to hatch, and the eggs are guaranteed." After Liu Guangju finished speaking, he glanced at Liu Junhao.

"I'm okay here, I'm afraid that the hen's butt won't be available," Liu Junhao joked with a smile.

After listening to the detailed explanation of the party secretary, the people in the village began to think carefully: it seems that this village-run chicken farm sounds more reliable