Ye Zhishu scolded: "If you are lazy, you turtle son, you have spent so much money, and it has been planted until it blossoms and bears fruit, you still have to be lazy!" Artificial pollination has a much higher fruit setting rate than natural pollination by bees, and you are lazy if you don't want to make money. ”

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With the study manual, the villagers stumbled and studied all day, and they all said that they had learned.

On a sunny afternoon, 100,000 small Beibei pumpkin seedlings were delivered by the fruit and vegetable company to the Ye branch secretary's house in United Village.

The remaining seedlings can still be planted in her family's 30 acres of seedling sheds.

The production team of Youdayou has switched from seedling raising to the cultivation of small beibei pumpkins in greenhouses.

Seamless and silky.

In other villagers' homes, the 100 acres of "rose-scented" cherry radishes planted in the open air in March were already ripe in early April.

Without exception, they all chose to cooperate with Princess Pea Fruit and Vegetable Company.

The purchase price of the fruit and vegetable company was the same as last autumn, two dollars a pound.

I plan to sell it to a restaurant hotel, four yuan per catty!

Jiang Wenmei and Manager Jia formed a group to grind the price: "Sister, why is it more expensive?" ”

You Yu sighed: "The villagers all want to grow vegetables and fruits with higher economic benefits, and there are no cherry radishes to sell this autumn." He Ma hot pot restaurant in Shancheng still wants me to squeeze ten acres of radishes for her, you see? ”

"One hundred acres is not enough for a few families in our Jiang County, so don't transport it outside!" Jiang Wenmei hurriedly stopped, why is the output not as good as a year?

"Four dollars is four dollars, and the price can't go up anymore!" Manager Jia also hurriedly expressed his position.

Sansu Restaurant just opened a branch in Chengdu this month, if it opens in the first month, can there be a special dish such as "rose" cherry radish, and the business will not be booming?

I think very well, 100 acres of cherry radish is enough for several restaurants in Jiang County to divide up for half a month.

There are tens of thousands of acres of income of "Lao Youjia" sand tomatoes, "Qingjiang Moxiang", "vanilla ice cream" melons in front.

The villagers of the sixth, seventh, and eighth production teams of Yougoubian Village no longer regard the "rose-flavored" cherry radish in their eyes.

In order to keep cherry radish seeds, You Yu pulled up a fence in her four-acre seedling shed and sprinkled the ten catties of cherry radish seeds she left last year.

It didn't rain in the valley, and it was cold in the early morning in Zhou Baishan.

Yang Erwa's brother and sister-in-law and parents are all busy in the mountains.

There are about 20 acres of sloping land in Chaoyang, and only more than half of it was used to grow honey potatoes this year.

"Erwa and his father, can the red lotus of our fifteen acres of land really sell for eight dimes a pound when grown?"

Yang Erwa's mother, planting a red rattan and beating her waist for a while, obviously not in good health, people who are not yet fifty years old, their hair is gray after hard work.

"Didn't you talk to the relatives of the goddess of wealth? What else is there to worry about! For the same price, her fruit and vegetable company also buys it. "Father Yang, who is older than his wife, has quick hands and feet, and has a lot of strength.

"Whoa! I can't believe it until now, if it is all sold, our family can sell it for at least 36,000 yuan, what is this concept? ”

Her family's savings have not exceeded 10,000 yuan so far, and before the second child did not learn art, at the end of August every year, she had to go back to her parents' house to borrow money to pay the baby's tuition.

If it weren't for the fact that the family was too poor, she would be reluctant to let the second child go out to be a son-in-law for others.

Sister-in-law Yang, who heard her in-laws' discussion, turned her head and said regretfully: "Mom, I heard that people in Yougoubian Village, planting one acre of vegetable sprouts can not only make so much money, so it would be good if our family was also reincarnated in the plains and sands." ”

"If you want to get beauty, isn't Yougoubian Village only planted 200 acres? If you want to plant thousands of acres of cabbage, you see if it can be so valuable! ”

Yang Yiwa dug the red soil fiercely, planting red lotus is not tiring for him at all, as long as the red vine survives, he doesn't even need to manage it.

Father Yang took a mouthful of saliva in his hand, and the hoe swung quickly and accurately: "Yiwa is right, let's be down-to-earth, and plant another 20 acres next year."

He is not the ambitious person, and he will not dislike Zhou Baishan, who has lived for most of his life.

This year, he can finally straighten his waist and say that he can afford his youngest daughter to finish her PhD by farming.

In the future, I also sent my grandson to the county seat to study in primary school, high school, and university.

In two years, the family house will be repaired, so that the second baby can be a virtuous mother-in-law.

The goddess of wealth is really not what their family can think of.

At the same time, about forty kilometers away from Zhoubai Mountain, Qipan Mountain and Bapan Mountain.

It is only enough to plant 50 acres of seeds, and the villagers have successfully raised seedlings according to the standards of the fruit and vegetable company.

But this spring, the rainfall was so low that the county ZF asked for support from the fire brigade, and just two days ago, it used a fire truck to fill the two slopes of Qipanshan and Bapanshan with water for a whole day.

Taking advantage of the soft and moist soil, more than 90 families are busy planting red vines.

Xiao Wei, the clerk of the county's poverty alleviation office in charge of this project, lived in Qipanshan during this time.

Before he came, he went to Yougoubian Village to ask the red vetch expert. Grandpa You consulted for an afternoon.

For the purple-red vines of the sweet potato, as well as the precautions for transplanting and post-management, I also took more than ten pages of notes.

As a supervisor, I inspected one-third of the sloping area, and found that some villagers were indiscriminately filling the number.

Xiao Wei stepped forward and shouted angrily: "Uncle, are you planting a sweet potato vine?" ”

The other party's eyes dodged, forcing himself to quibble, "It's not a sweet potato, what is it?" ”

"Come, folks, take a closer look at the sweet potato vine in your hand, and then look at this uncle's house!"

Xiaowei, who is in his early twenties, is young and vigorous, but he is not used to the stinky problems of this old bachelor.

He still remembers that when the seeds were sent, this guy was stalking, crying and shouting for the Poverty Alleviation Office to focus on supporting his family.

claimed that his family was the poorest poor household in Qipan Mountain, and his blind father monopolized two acres of sweet potato seeds.

Now, he is actually playing tricks under his nose.

"White Flint (nickname, refers to a person who can't be a weapon, likes to talk big and brag?), what are you doing? Isn't it watermelon in your back? ”

An eldest lady turned over the old bachelor's back and ruthlessly exposed his lies.

"Huh? Didn't you receive 120 catties of red lotus mother and son last year? "This is a neighbor who secretly hates the old bachelor for stealing resources, but does not cherish it.

"People in their forties, looking at your liars all day long, which one do you want to exclude? Do you want to plant two acres of watermelon (watermelon leaves are thin and the vines are green) to feed the pigs? ”

The eldest lady didn't give up, and immediately shouted.

Several old people from Qipanshan Village rushed over when they heard the news and inspected the red vines that had just been planted by the white flint, and they were furious.

He gave him a national scolding and greeted his ancestors for generations.

White flint wiped the spit from his face and was forced to confess leniently.

(End of chapter)