A # buy the boss's vegetables and send a child # on the hot search.

Usually strange hot search names, everyone is not uncommon, but when I saw this, I couldn't help but click on it with curiosity.

The popularity continues to rise, and the marketing account is constantly active in this topic in order to rub traffic.

When everyone clicked in, they found out that it was a vegetable called 'Fuwang Farm', someone who had been pregnant for many years and had not had a child, and after eating this vegetable, she became pregnant.

Hot comment No. 1: If you don't have news, it's not a coincidence.

There are also many people who find that this vegetable is really expensive, two hundred yuan a catty.

complained one after another: The boss is so good, she can directly grab the money, and she will give you a dish.

"Has anyone found that this 200 yuan a pound vegetable has been on the hot search, and the official has also come out to stamp and certify that it is organic, and this hot search is marketing."

"What's wrong with marketing, marketing can make people pregnant, laugh to death, if it's really so good, what kind of vegetables are grown on this farm, just drive it into the infertility hospital."

"No one cares about such expensive vegetables, and the boss's background is too hard, what does it matter at home?"

"Does anyone think the name Fuwang Farm is so old-fashioned?"

"The name is old-fashioned +1, and many farms have sprung up over the years, which is the most earthy name I've ever heard, and there is no one."

"It's so expensive, black-hearted boss Biss."

……

Xu Qingzhi learned from Wen Siran that the number of visits to her store exceeded 30 million because of the hot search, and even if there was no food to buy in it, the number of visits was increasing.

She didn't care much about that, and replied with an "um" past. I looked at some of the Weibo comments that Wen Siran sent to her screenshots. His gaze lingered on 'Farm Name Old-fashioned' for a second, and then he turned off his phone.

There are still many things to do at home, and she has no time to take care of them.

These days, the rice in the fields is ripening one after another.

Uncle Zhong was helping other families harvest a few days ago, and it was her turn to queue up until today.

The efficiency of mechanical harvesting is particularly fast, and the rice stalk and millet are directly separated. As long as the borrowed wagon is parked on the side of the road next to the rice field, and the harvester that harvested the rice is aimed at the back of the wagon, the grain of rice pours into the wagon.

After a few trips back and forth, a few acres of rice were harvested.

Xu Qingzhi remembers that when he was a child, he still used a sickle to cut rice.

She helped cut it, and Ah Gong taught her, holding a handful of rice in her left hand and a sickle in her right hand, and the edge of the sickle should be slanted down, so that it would not be cut.

The scythe is not sharp, if it goes down, it will definitely see blood.

She hadn't seen blood, but she had seen someone else's, and the wound hurt at a glance, and the man cried and came to Ah Gong, who found a spider web and put it on him.

The cut rice is put into the threshing machine, and the adult steps on it, and the iron bar inside the threshing machine rolls up, and the rice is pulled off the pole, but it cannot be completely cleaned, and finally grabs the pole and throws it twice on the wooden board of the threshing machine.

The rice harvested in this way is dried in the sun and then blown by a windmill.

Xu Qingzhi used to be cute and play with windmills.

Thinking of the windmill, Xu Qingzhi realized that he hadn't seen that thing for a long time, and couldn't help but ask curiously: "Dad, I used to use a windmill to blow rice, but now I haven't seen anyone blow it with a windmill." ”

"In the past, there were a lot of flat-shelled rice planted, and it was better to blow it with a windmill, but now the rice planted is full of grains." Xu Fuqiang stepped on the rear tire of the truck and climbed up, grabbed a handful of rice from it and came down, picked up one and bit it directly with his mouth, rattle, and said happily: "Look at how well our rice grows this year, the quality of our rice is higher than that of previous years, if it is sold, Dad will feel a pity." ”

These rice are thousands of catties, and they can be sold for only 10,000 yuan.

Xu Qingzhi used the rice watered by Lingquan water, and wanted to keep it for his own food, plus there were chickens and ducks at home, so he had already told Xu Fuqiang that this year's rice would not be sold, and he would keep it.

Xu Fuqiang also agreed, so he looked for a truck borrowed from a rice dealer.

Most of the people who grow rice in the village are to sell it for some money, and they will only keep a few bags of rice to pick up and eat by themselves, and the others call the rice dealers to collect it, and a hundred catties of rice are about 120 yuan.

It's just that this weight will be somewhat passive.

If the rice factory wants to make money, it is generally not the real name, it will be a little less, and a hundred catties can be one or two catties less.

When it comes to this thing, many people have suffered losses.

The last time Wang Yanmei went to the seller's paper shell, she clearly weighed twenty catties at home, and the old man had to say that it was only 14 catties.

Wang Yanmei shouted and scolded him for being a black-hearted ghost, and the black-hearted said that this paper shell weighed at home is twenty catties.

The old man looked helpless: Okay, okay, count you twenty pounds, four cents a pound, and give you eight yuan.

But the old man clearly said that the paper shell was five cents a pound.

Wang Yanmei asked for ten yuan before she was willing to give up, and when she came back, she said angrily: "I'm pulling back and forth there, not for the matter of these few dollars, it's that the old man is not honest in doing business, and I want to fight for this." ”

Xu Qingzhi didn't want to work hard to grow good rice, and a hundred catties were only 120 yuan, and some of them would be hacked by the rice factory.

After the rice harvest was finished, Xu Fuqiang drove the truck to his home.

Today's weather is good, it happens to be a sunny day, and the family is busy drying rice. The yard dam could not be sunburned, so it was extended to the road built by his own family, and the bamboo version of the 'nine-tooth nail rake' similar to Zhu Bajie was used to turn the rice more evenly.

Xu Fuqiang wiped his sweat and looked up at the sky, "Today the sun is hot, the rice can be dried, and tomorrow I will go to the rice factory to inspect a few bags of rice." ”

"Dad, check two more bags of rice and send them to Grandpa." Xu Qingzhi reminded.

Ah Gong still eats the old rice that was inspected last year, and the old rice does not have the fragrance of new rice.

"Okay." Xu Fuqiang nodded, wiped his sweat, and continued to dry the rice.

It's not tiring to turn over the dry, but it's really tiring to sweep the rice together and pack it in a bag.

Jiang Xiao's palms were red, hot and painful, and the two arms of the rice shovel trembled.

He waved his hand towards the eighty bags of rice that had already been packed, and scolded Fang Xuan: "This! It's all the sweat of the working people! Who knows that Chinese food is hard work! I'm going to be the first person to act on the disc tonight. ”

(End of chapter)