MTL - The Pioneer of the Rebirth Era-Chapter 23 Harvest troubles

　　Even the education with such a guess, in the process of Zhou Yiren taking Yang Dongxu from time to time to ask a professional English teacher in the city high school. His English scores have improved significantly, and it's almost a dog.

　　 This is not scientific! Yang Dongxu shouted in his heart and continued to accept Zhou Yiren's more rigorous wrong teaching.

　　When the swallows began to pass through the wheat field, the ears of wheat became fuller and gradually turned brown. When the uncle peasant grinned and exposed his smoked yellow teeth, the harvest of the new year was almost here.

　　 During this time, Yang Dad was very happy, and directly hit a nun (the name of the tent in the countryside) to eat and sleep 24 hours a day and watched on the ground.

　　 The wheat is about to harvest. The watermelon in the field is huge. Dad Yang had no regard for the wheat that was about to be harvested, but instead looked at the big watermelon in the field and giggled.

In the morning before the sun came out, Dad Yang with a straw hat kept walking in the watermelon field. When he saw the big one, he knocked on it. It felt like the sound of the watermelon should be red and ripe inside. In the ditch.

　　The bumper harvest is an absolute bumper harvest. Even Yang Dongxu didn't expect a high yield of nearly six kilograms of watermelon per acre of land. This kind of output is not insignificant even if it is put into later generations. Besides, besides weeding, Yang Dongxu's parents in the watermelon field did not wait much. They were wondering how to produce so much.

　　When determining the high yield, Yang Dongxu's family was ecstatic first, and then they couldn't help worrying about who to whom so many watermelons were sold. This is a blame for good things.

　　 This kind of worries quickly eased after the little grandpa went to the city, a thousand pounds a day to be fresh. So the big head of selling watermelon is solved.

　　 At the beginning, Yang Dongxu and his grandfather sent them together. After a few days of delivery, they would receive wheat. Yang Dongxu's grandparents were also busy. This was a worry for Yang Dad.

　　 "Let others send it over." Yang Dongxu said to his father at night, looking at the sadness on his father's face.

　　 "Then how to do it, let's just say that Director Li only recognizes our family, just say..." Yang Da directly refused.

　　 "What only recognizes our family, grandpa and grandpa go alone, and don't know when grandpa and dad go alone? People's relationship with us is not as close as you think." Yang Dongxu rolled his eyes.

　　 "But..." Dad Yang was still not at ease.

"Now the city is not only selling goods to the supply and marketing cooperatives, there are several vegetable markets, and they don’t want to vote. So I think those fish and shrimp last year, even if other people don’t send them to the supply and marketing cooperatives, they can still sell in the vegetable market. And the sales are quite good.

　　Now we only have watermelon in our family. When you go next time, you will bring a few recognition doors that have a good relationship with our family and go to give them a dollar. Now it is impossible for the wheat harvesters to always let those few people deliver them.

　　 Then you and grandpa, grandpa, they don’t have to be so busy, right? We can also collect our own wheat. There are no watermelons in other people's homes, even if the relationship with Director Li is good, there is nothing to send. Yang Dongxu explained to his father patiently.

"Is there a lot of money? Besides, this year they don't have watermelon. Seeing that our family is making money, they will definitely grow it next year. By then, they will have Director Li's way. Who will sell our watermelon?" Daddy Yang, who had planted watermelons in the spring and alive years ago, had a long-term vision.

　　 looked at his dead dad, Yang Dongxu rubbed his forehead, this is a sign of extreme helplessness.

　　 "Now those fish and shrimps can be freely bought and sold in the urban market. Next year, when there are more watermelons, people will not be able to sell them at the vegetable market. Do they have to follow the path of supply and marketing cooperatives?"

　　 A thousand pounds of watermelon can fill a bullock cart, right? In order to prevent the watermelon from bursting, is it necessary to take it lightly, put it in the car here, and then drop off in the city, plus people have to hurry up all night and you have to give someone hard money?

　　 This year, only our family grows watermelon. There is no other rare thing, so a dime and a catty is almost the same price as wheat, but next year it will be seen that our family makes money and grows watermelon. Can you not let people grow.

That’s a good question. Everyone grows watermelons. Let’s say that they are 6 to 7 kilograms per acre of land like ours. Even if it’s five thousand kilograms, every family grows tens of thousands of pounds of watermelon. ? It is possible to rot in the ground. "Yang Dong Xu'an explained the patient bitterness.

　　 "You said that the watermelon will not be sold in the year?" Dad Yang grabbed the point instantly.

　　 "It's not unsellable, it's not easy to sell. If we grow watermelon like our family, we will definitely not buy watermelon to eat. So the more people grow in Shili Baxiang, the less they buy."

　　 Except that you can contact the big truck and pull it farther to sell it without watermelon, otherwise it will definitely rot in the ground. It’s okay when you’re idle. You can talk to the uncles and aunts in the village to avoid hate. "Don't let a sigh of relief when Yang Daxu opened his mind."

　　 This is not to blame Dad Yang for being stupid, but when the peasant was a bit lighter. If you lie to him, who is fooling who is not necessarily. But seeing that others make money is like following the trend. It has nothing to do with whether they are farmers or not. The Chinese are almost all virtuous.

　　 "Then next year our family will not be able to grow watermelon?" Yang Dad's pity on his face was very painful.

　　 If these few acres of watermelon are sold out, they can earn more than a thousand dollars. At the beginning of the year, the family who got up because of a hundred dollars was not happy. Suddenly made a thousand dollars, Dad Yang was really reluctant.

“It’s not possible to grow anymore. It’s always unnecessary to grow watermelon. It’s not necessary. If you grow watermelon next year, it’s still so productive, five cents, or even three cents. Talk about it when you have nothing to do with the chat, lest the whole village hate our family next year."

　　 "Isn't it right to look for scolding now?" Dad Yang stared at his son.

　　Although there is no long-term view of his son, he sees clearly the short things in the parents in the countryside. You made money, and then explained to others that the New Year watermelon will not sell, someone believes you? Behind it is said that you eat a single food and poke your spine bones is already a good relationship.

"That's better than enmity. If next year, a few kilograms of watermelon in the neighborhood's neighborhood will not be sold and rotten in the ground, and you didn't say these things in advance, what will happen then?" Yang Dongxu's small face said seriously. .

　　 "This..." Dad Yang's face changed a little, he stuffed the peeled eggs into his mouth and nodded.

　　 Yang Dongxu naturally understood what he said. Although it would cause some rumors or something like this, no one would turn his back on him. Yang Ruxi is now also the No. 1 character in Yangjia Village. Who dares to show his face?

　　 Now speaking, if next year the watermelon can't be sold, then you can't blame you Yang Ruxikeng. But I was reminded by the infamy, who do you not blame?

　　Pulled the rice into the mouth and finished eating. Dad Yang could not help turning his head to take a closer look at his son. He suddenly found that his son seemed to have changed a lot. "What shall we plant next year?"

"Honestly planting crops, watermelon can't be planted, nor can melon. Can't sell watermelon cheaply, and someone will pay for your melon to eat?" Yang Dongxu waved the spoon in his hand, holding the half-pulled watermelon to eat. heart.

　　 "How much can wheat sell?" Dad Yang snorted, and then sighed involuntarily, whispering a group of followers in his mouth, he learned his home without his own ability to make money, so he found no way to make money.

　　 "Then grow corn?" Listening to the strange words in his father's mouth, Yang Dongxu II discovered that his father had such a lovely personality.

　　 "It's better to plant corn than beans, let's say corn is grown after harvesting wheat."

　　 "Who said that you can grow corn after you have harvested the wheat, so you can't leave the spring field like the watermelon this year?"

　　 "Is this possible?" Dad Yang's eyes widened, and the farmer didn't dare to joke about heavy armor.

　　 "The corn is not long at low temperature, and it will even freeze to death. It is one month later than the watermelon, and it will be planted in April. This way, the corn on the cob can be eaten until the wheat is harvested.

　　 This is earlier than the harvest of corn after the wheat is harvested, so there is no need to wait for the elders to harvest before harvesting. When they can eat it, they should be taken to the city and someone should buy it for early adopters. No watermelon is so profitable, but definitely more profitable than corn in the fall. And there is no delay in planting wheat after the autumn harvest. "

　　 "It should be possible." Think about it for a long time, Yang Dad nodded and squinted at his son: "Are these the ideas that Teacher Zhou came up with?"

　　 "What did Teacher Zhou come up with, this is what I came up with. Well, the teacher is related to the master of the country, so I care about what our family grows in the field?" Yang Dongxu was very proud of his chin. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

　　 "You can get it, you figure it out, you figure it out." Yang Da reached out and rubbed his son's hair, Yang Dongxu broke free.

　　Looking at his dad, Yang Dongxu sighed, and no one believed it.

　　After making a decision, Dad Yang organized a family meeting in the evening, and grandpa, grandpa and dad joined the army. At the end of the meeting, Dad Yang's proposal was unanimously approved. When the watermelon is delivered tomorrow, let Grandpa and his family help.

　　After the meeting, Grandpa Yang Dongxu continued to sigh that Mr. Zhou deserved to be a big intellectual, and his vision was much longer than that of these farmers. Yang Dongxu next to him was speechless.

　　 Someone helped Yang's family finally loosen. It's time to harvest wheat and wheat, and watermelon. At the same time, Dad Yang contracted the remaining watermelons to other villagers for sale.

　　 First collect the watermelon of the head of the supply and marketing cooperative, and let people send it to the city overnight. The watermelon in the remaining field was sold for eight cents, and there was no money to pay for the food. Two cents of interest were left for others. After everyone was exposed, he was a good man in the village.

　　 But for a few days, Dad Yang muttered in his mouth and listened carefully to who was in the village who was too dark. Eight cents of the watermelon was taken from his own hands, and he went to other villages to exchange one and a half pounds of grain and one pound of watermelon for exchange. The profit was almost the same as his own.

　　 Hearing these words, Yang Dongxu sighed, and thought that his dad had learned something. It turned out to be the same. You sold everything. How much do you manage to sell? Even if the price of gold is sold, that is also the ability of other people. If you have more blame, more people will share it with you.

　　Yang Dongxu, who wanted to make his dad a little smarter and how to be a better person, didn't think of any way, and was quickly attracted attention by another thing.