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Amused by Shuang'er's words, Lulu hurriedly agreed to let Miao Miao find a way to airlift a few naan pit roast chickens, roast geese and roast ducks for her, and the roast meat could only be airlifted by frying and roasting meat.

Hearing Lulu talk about Shuang'er's food, Miao Miao said happily: "How simple this thing is, it's all my fault, why did I forget this ballast, tomorrow I will be airlifted to my mother's family in Shanghai and Beijing, when I was in college in Shanghai, every year my father mailed me Ningxi's milk naan, roast chicken, braised beef or something." ”

Miao Miao's father saw that his son was busy catching chickens and was going to mail roast chickens to Lulu's mother's family in Shanghai and Beijing, the old man waved his hand and did it himself, he wanted to airlift the purest naan pit roast chicken and roast goose to Lulu's relatives to taste.

There is a set of vacuum packaging machines in the drying room of the orchard, and the experienced Miao Miao's father packed the six roast chickens and four roast geese that were cold, and Miao Miao drove to Ningxi Airport......

When I returned to the orchard, I saw that my father was busy catching chickens, ducks and geese in the chicken pen again, Miao Miao went over to help, and asked, "Dad, what's the matter, someone is buying chickens, ducks and geese again?" ”

Miao Miao's father glanced at his son with a solemn expression, "This is not for sale, it is for gifting." ”

"Hee-hee-hee, Dad, you're not going to start learning to pull relationships, are you?" Miao Miao joked with her father.

The father and son walked out of the chicken pen, and Miao Miao's mother took a few plastic ropes and handed them to her wife, and said, "You tell Xiao Liu, after eating, you can breathe a few more." ”

Miao Miao's father put six chickens, ducks and geese on the pickup truck and drove away, Miao Miao looked at the dust raised outside the courtyard gate, "Mom, who is this sending Dad?" ”

"Hey, it's not easy to be a farmer, your dad met Xiao Liu in the crop field south of our courtyard gate in the morning, I haven't seen him for a few days, Xiao Liu has lost a lot of weight, and he has no energy. Your father thought he was seriously ill, and when he asked, he learned that the eight or nine strong winds that blew on the night of July 4 hung up nearly 50 acres of corn on his land. Miaomiao's mother looked at the green cornfield to the south with a worried face.

"Hey, how can this be, isn't our corn good? Our family is so close to each other, why could his family suffer so much damage? Miao Miao wondered.

Miaomiao's mother sat on the recliner under the jujube tree and patiently explained, "Xiao Liu is planting a large piece of land, and there are no trees around his house. Our family planted farmland back to woodland, surrounded by a circle of shelterbelts, corn interplanted among the trees, the wind was blocked by the trees, and the wind had little impact. On the day of the strong wind, Xiao Liu happened to be watering the drip irrigation again, and the watered corn stalks were particularly brittle, and they broke when the wind blew. ”

Miao Miao saw that her mother's brows were wrinkled into a pimple again, so she hurriedly sat on the small stool next to her mother, smoothed the small pimple between her mother's eyebrows, and listened to her mother's narration, "Hey, on the day of the wind, Xiao Liu's corn has not yet come out of the cherry blossoms, and the broken corn can't bear the cob, and the 50 acres of corn can only be sold as straw." ”

"Mom, how much did Xiao Liu's family lose 50 acres of land?" Miao Miao asked with concern.

Miaomiao's mother pondered: "Your father said that last year, Xiao Liu's corn yield per mu was one ton and two, and it was calculated at 1.3 yuan per kilogram, and the loss was seventy or eighty thousand. Xiao Liu told your dad that since 50 acres of corn hung up, Xiao Liu counted the account, this year's 300 acres of corn can be guaranteed on the line, his family is reluctant to buy meat to eat, the family has not eaten meat for more than a month, your dad heard this, quickly caught 6 chickens, ducks and geese for him to send over, by the way, enlighten him, farming is not easy. "89 Shoku .89ku....

Lulu, who came out of the computer garage, asked with concern, "Mom, why doesn't his family buy insurance?" ”

"The insurance company only carries out insurance business for a few acres of grain land for farmers, and the insurance company does not have this business for large planters." Miaomiao's mother smiled bitterly, "The most bitter people in the world are farmers." ”

Miao Miao, Lulu and Miao Miao's mother looked at the cornfields in the south, without saying a word, agriculture is the most fragile industry, the slightest bad weather will be lost, when the wind and rain are good, the harvest is bumper but the price is low and can not be harvested, it is really miserable.

After lunch, under the decades-old willow tree in the compound of the township water pipe station, there sat more than a dozen ordinary people who came to pay the water bill, and these honest and simple men talked and laughed to their heart's content, and exchanged with each other about the growth of crops at home.

In the afternoon, Zhizhi kept chirping in the trees, and the noisy sound of "Zhizhi" could not suppress the enthusiasm of the croppers at all.

A shirtless middle-aged Kazakh man with his dark and shiny skin exposed by the sun sat on a square brick and asked a little Han old man smoking a cigarette next to him: "Old man Li, how much water have you poured on your corn?" ”

The old man in a black shirt stretched out his palm to the middle-aged Kazakh man and made a "9" gesture.

"Nine waters? Why are you pouring so much, I've only watered 6 times. The Kazakh man grabbed his right cheek with his hand.

A Uyghur man in a white shirt in his forties, who was surrounded by crop men, pointed at the Kazakh man and said: "Selik, every time you are urged to water, you feel sorry for the water bill. ”

"Director Hemiti, I'm not thinking about saving some costs." The man named Selik muttered.

An old Kazakh man over half a hundred years old, who was sitting in the director of the Hemidi Institute, smacked at Selik with a look of hatred that iron could not become steel, and said: "You save a qiu, last year you saved water bills, and the corn was only 800 kilograms per mu of Alang Alang (barely enough), if your land is given to me, I have to beat one ton and two." As far as you don't have a long memory, your corn this year will be 800 kilograms. So good white (white) is wasted by you

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"That's right, the best plot in our village is Selik's family, the annual yield is so low, I don't want to water it, what will the corn yield be, the crops are like this, if you fool it, it will fool you." Li Laohan, who smoked a cigarette, smoked a cigarette and muttered.

Miao Miao, who was sitting on the paper shell outside the crowd, looked at these lovely people with a smile without saying a word, and at lunch, her father received a notice from the township water management office to urge her to pay this month's water bill.

Dad and Uncle Chen, a farmer, were watering the ninth water on their corn, and they were busy checking the drip irrigation belt and didn't have time to come out, so Miao Miao came to the township water management office to get the water bill after lunch.

Miao Miao listened to the exchange of experiences between the croppers of different ethnic groups about crops, and listened to their bursts of hearty laughter from time to time.

When the afternoon work time of the water management office arrived, these men who came to pay the water bill, under the command of Director Selik, all wore masks and waited in line at a distance of one meter to receive the water bill, and then took the notice to the township credit union to pay the water bill.

Dear, this chapter is over, happy reading! ^0^