Chapter 557: Rice that has been waiting for a year

In the eyes of those who know that Mu Shanhe is the chairman of Xiangcheng Shanshen Group, they may not understand why Mu Shanhe cares so much about a farm. But in Mu Shanhe's view, the farm means something different to him.

Perhaps the current value of the Sanshen Group is more valuable than the Horseshoe Ridge Farm he created. The problem is that the creation of the group is just a matter of following the trend. At present, he has spent a lot of effort on the farm, and he really cares about the operation and construction.

If one day in the future, Mu Shanhe wants to give up some industries, then he will not hesitate to give up the business group he created and keep the farm where he currently lives. In his eyes, the value of the farm is indeed higher than that of the group.

No matter what others think and think, every time I return to Mushanhe on the farm, I feel very relaxed. As he said before, his connection with this landscape will never be able to be separated in this life.

As the rice planted on the farm is about to enter the harvest period, the nearby people who are invited to help harvest the rice every year are also waiting to enjoy this rare labor feast. Because they know that the rice grown on the farm tastes very unusual.

Even though they are accustomed to eating mainly pasta, the nearby villagers who help with the rice harvest now wait for the harvest season every year. Because they have the opportunity to taste the rice grown on the farm during the time they help with the harvest.

Other times, they don't know where to buy what they want to eat. Because the rice grown on the farm, except for being sold abroad and sending it to some special people, it can't be found on the market at all, and I don't know where to buy it if I want to eat it.

The reason why the residents of the town envy the farm workers and their families is also because they have the opportunity to eat in the canteen. The rice provided in the canteen is grown by the farm itself. It can only be eaten in the cafeteria, and take-out is not allowed!

Mushanhe, who went to the farmland to check the situation in person, looked at the rice that had been improved for several generations, and the number of grains was significantly larger than that of the previous planting. When he was a little satisfied, he also instructed: "Old Zhao, remember to weigh it then." ”

"Hmmm! Judging from the number of grains per rice plant, the yield of rice planted in our farm this year should be higher than last year. It is a pity that the planting situation of the peripheral experimental fields does not seem to be very good. ”

The so-called peripheral experimental field also refers to the seedlings of rice used by Mushanhe to cultivate seedlings from the farm's rice, and finally transplanted them into the fields of nearby villagers. The intention of this is naturally to see if it can be planted on a large scale.

As a result, it is clear that the most important fertilizer, the sacred soil, is lacking, and the rice planted in the fields of the outlying villagers has become very common regardless of the growth trend, quality and yield. This means that it is impossible to promote it on a large scale.

In other words, if Mushanhe wants to plant a large area, it can only increase the supply of fertilizer in the sacred soil. The increase in the amount of divine land that can be supplied will naturally affect the improvement of the mountain god space. All things considered, he felt that this was inappropriate.

And such an experiment also made the scientific research experts sent above completely dead. I knew that it was impossible to grow high-quality rice with the same quality as the farm. Because the rice cultivated on the farm will not be adapted to the soil and water if you leave the farm.

When the harvest day came, Zhao Zhicheng, as the general manager of the farm, also asked people to notify the villagers who would be invited temporarily every year. Seeing the villagers coming one after another, the whole farm seemed very happy.

Because of such a big scene, the farm can only see it once a year. Even Su Yikai and Hong Zhengdong, who were recuperating on the farm, were also interested in standing on the ridge and watching such a bumper harvest with their own eyes.

"Perhaps it is because the farm has always insisted on hand-planting and harvesting, as well as the green fertilization model that Shanhe said, that can grow high-quality rice of such high quality. If you change to other farms, I'm afraid they will all adopt harvester operations. ”

"Hmmm! However, I think that the scene of this harvest is indeed spectacular. ”

"Yes! Hundreds of people wielded scythes at the same time to harvest rice, and this scene had not been seen for many years. ”

For both of them, they lived in the mainland in their early years and did not move to Xiangcheng until later. But even when they were young, they still rarely saw such collective labor. Nowadays, such a scene is difficult to see in China.

Waiting for the earliest harvest of one mu of rice, after careful screening, Zhao Zhicheng was very happy and said: "Mu Shao, this year's yield per mu is expected to reach 600 catties." Compared with last year, the yield per mu has increased by hundreds of catties! ”

"Not bad! It seems that our selection method of selecting the best of the best is still more or less effective. However, compared with the yield per mu of hybrid rice, we still have a lot of room for improvement. However, there is no hurry, as long as the quality and quantity are steadily improved. ”

"Hmmm! The yield of hybrid rice is indeed higher than ours, but the quality is certainly not as good as that of the one we grow. ”

Zhao Zhicheng, who said this, didn't feel that he was bragging. And the workers of the farm are even more convinced of this. It's a pity that the people around us are now also starting to grow hybrid rice.

Only Horseshoe Ridge Farm has always adhered to the method of internal selection and internal cultivation of seedlings for planting. Although some people had previously suggested that it was possible to plant hybrid rice instead, Mu Shanhe rejected it in the end.

In his opinion, the older the seed, the more historical and nutritional value it represents. The ancients have passed down the tradition to this day, indicating that these seeds themselves have undergone layers of screening. There is a mountain god space, and he can also do corresponding self-cultivation.

Even if the high-quality seeds are cultivated, they still cannot adapt to the outside fields, but at least the quality of the rice grown on the farm can be guaranteed to be the same. It is somewhat unwise to give up one's own advantages in order to increase production.

When the harvest was over in the morning, the recruited temporary workers also washed their hands and went into the canteen to line up for food. Seeing that every villager was full of rice on the rice bowl, Mu Shanhe and the farm workers did not stop him.

In Mu Shanhe's words, as long as they can eat it without wasting it, then why stop it?

As for wasting food, these hired temporary workers know the preciousness of food, so naturally they will not do such a thing. In other words, even if they can't eat it at the end, they will force it into their mouths.

Because those who had wasted food before had not been notified by the farm since. Although I didn't say it directly, the villagers who come to help harvest the rice every year know that wasting food will cost them their temporary jobs.

You must know that helping the farm harvest rice, not to mention the high salary every day, and the three meals a day are excellent. If they lose such an opportunity, they will regret stomping their feet. Besides, there are more people waiting outside for them to make mistakes.

Hong Zhengdong and Mu Shanhe, who were also eating in the cafeteria, saw that the villagers were burying their heads in cooking, and at the same time talking about the fragrance of rice and coriander from time to time, they also thought that this meeting was very interesting. I didn't feel that the villagers looked a little ugly when they ate.

"Shanhe, I now finally understand why the people in the town think that being able to enter the farm and become a regular worker is the most enviable thing. Just the food, I can't find it anywhere else except the farm! ”

Regarding Hong Zhengdong's evaluation, Mu Shanhe didn't think there was anything wrong. Unfortunately, the farm still has very little recruitment for locals. Those who can become regular workers are his cronies or henchmen!

(End of chapter)