Long years (44)

Autumn harvest is always extremely busy.

This year, for the people of Taiping Village No. 3, there is one thing they can chew on for half a year.

What's going on?

The fourth brother of the Jin family brought out cartloads of young corn and was said to have sold it at a good price. Those who followed the cart came back and said that corn on the cob was only a dime, and they sold it without picking it up. It took less than an hour to arrive at the market.

It was sold out.

Even if a corn cob is mature, how much can it be sold for if all the corn kernels are removed, dried and weighed?

Can't sell much.

But how much effort does it take? What kind of effort did Jin Laosi spend? Just ask people to break it and transport it away. Before it matures, the corn will be sent to the surrounding cities one crop after another.

How much money will be earned from this?

Or maybe people are different after seeing the world. Silly old haters are stupidly waiting for the crops to be ripe. Who knows that even unripe crops can be sold for the same money, and even more.

What is this called?

The disciples inside couldn’t figure it out, but they were educated and had seen the world outside. They attributed all the differences to these two points.

And because the fourth master is 'idle' at home, many people don't know what the so-called paper is, and think that it is just writing and drawing at home with nothing to do. Well, he is also knowledgeable when he is idle.

People are still welcome. I have nothing to do in the evening, so I come over to chat.

Every night, Lin Yutong had to fill up three thermoses with water. There was not enough water to make tea in a big teapot. There were about ten people gathered in the room. He even asked Qingning to go out and bought a cigarette that was almost shabby. Then they smoked one by one.

While drinking and chatting, we talked about outside things and plans to make a fortune.

Some people said, "The watermelons produced in the past two years can also be sold. But the skin of this watermelon is too thin, and it will not look good when the road is bumpy."

There is a kind of flower-skinned watermelon. The skin is thin and crisp, and the taste is good. The yield is not high, but it just cannot be shipped. The loss rate when shipped is too high.

Someone said: "I think Lao Si's orchard is good. If they all grow this kind of thing, they will have to work hard for two or three years, and the income will be more than double. But again, who will sell this fruit after it is grown?

go?"

"Besides, there aren't many people here who seriously understand this stuff..." The man shook his head as he spoke, "I guess it's not as easy as it looks to apply pesticides, apply fertilizers, and prune branches.

If you don’t do it right, it will be troublesome if the tree grows without fruit.”

This is quite true.

"You understand, so what can you do?" Some people are more pessimistic, "If you can't sell the grain and keep it for your own consumption, the family will starve to death. If this goes on for three or four years and the crops cannot be sold, what can the family do?

People are nibbling on fruit?”

As soon as this was said, someone immediately responded: "Watermelons can't be bumped, but what about fruits? Can peaches or apricots be transported? Neither can be done."

After all, it's still a problem of not being able to transport it.

Some people say that if they are all the same as the roads on the streets in the county town, then what's the problem? Let's go far away by ourselves, even if we drag people to the north to go around the streets to exchange for food, we're not afraid that we won't be able to sell the goods and starve to death for the whole family.

.But the problem is, isn’t the road bad?

It's OK to walk, or it's bumpy to ride a bicycle, or it's a walking tractor.

The walking tractor is a magical vehicle. The bumps on your butt for ten minutes don’t feel like your own. Just like this, what can it transport?

The main topic of discussion was road construction.

It is said that the cinder road built by Laosi was pretty good back then, but it is a pity that it is no longer good.

He also said that if the road is good, it will be convenient for us to go to the regional city even if we cannot go to the county seat.

A dozen or so people chatted here and then went back. Everyone became a preacher. Wherever people gathered together, their collective opinions were expressed. Everyone became a capable person and said that it was him.

idea.

A few days later, Murakami held a meeting.

They say they want to raise funds to build roads.

Does this have anything to do with Fourth Master and Lin Yutong? It is possible that it is, and it is not possible that it is not.

Neither the Fourth Master nor Lin Yutong’s household registrations are in the village, they just live in the village. But if they live in the village, don’t they take the same road as the village?

Since I want to leave, should I spend the money I raised?

Fund-raising funds are collected on a per capita basis. An old lady as young as eighty years old or as young as Qingyuan who is less than two years old must pay what is due.

Thirty yuan per person, five people in my family, plus Qinghui Qingjuan's share, a total of seven people, 210 yuan. But it is an expense for everyone. Calculated based on salary, four or five months

The salary just disappeared.

The second brother's family took Aunt Jin's share, and there were four of them, totaling one hundred and twenty yuan.

Building roads is said to be a good thing, but not everyone agrees with it.

Some people agree, and some people are against it.

Why?

There is too much money, especially for families with a large number of people. Five or six people live here, and only two hundred yuan is available. Where can I get two hundred yuan?

Some people said, you build your own roads. Anyway, we don’t go to the county town once every year and a half, and we don’t take the roads you build.

If you like to practice, just practice. What does it have to do with me?

Therefore, this really does not mean that whoever can raise his arms and let out a surge of domineering energy will be able to determine the outcome.

No matter how hard the village tried, Lin Yutong and Fourth Master had no time to talk to them. Their registered permanent residence was not in the village, so talking too much was considered nosy.

The two of them rode their bicycles down the Yellow River beach.

This time was different from other times. In the past, it was just two people, and we rarely met fellow travelers on the road. But this time it was different. The cyclists were walking in a group, all going in the same direction.

On the way, a young daughter-in-law whom I met greeted Lin Yutong, "Are you going to see the Yellow River again?"

Lin Yutong responded vaguely, "What are you doing here?"

"Rake the peanuts." The little daughter-in-law responded, and the bicycle quickly passed Lin Yutong's car. Then when it encountered a bump in the road, the bicycle jumped up, landed, climbed back on, and rode again. The broken road is a training for people.

Everyone can become a cyclist.

Lin Yutong suddenly realized that the so-called raking peanuts meant picking up the peanut fields that others had harvested.

It is normal for things as small as peanuts to be scattered in the field. There is always something to be gained by searching and searching. If you can find a vole hole in the field, that would be the best. You can find even a few vole holes.

Half a bag was taken out, and there were also one or two more bags. It was considered that all the food prepared by the field mice for the winter was looted.

I picked up a lot of these peanuts and sold them enough to buy oil, salt, sauce and vinegar. It doesn't matter if there are less, I roast them at home and it's enough for the children.

This can be regarded as returning grain pellets to the warehouse, and there is nothing inappropriate. It is just like picking up soybeans scattered on the ground in the Corps. You can pick up soybeans one by one, let alone peanuts.

The two of them didn't really go to the river bank, but instead went to the cornfield.

I originally wanted to see what to do with the corn stalks, but I can’t worry now. Because there are also scavengers in the field. In such a large area of ​​land, there must be corn cobs left unpicked. When I saw a lot of bicycles parked at the edge of the field, I knew it.

There are quite a few people scavenging.

Then there is no need to rush, you have to wait for these people to check it all over several times.

The two of them returned without success and rode back and forth, which took a long time.

When I got home, Qingning had already finished school. This time, not only was school finished, but it was also a holiday. Autumn vacation! Help with harvesting crops.

During this ten-day holiday, each child has to pay five kilograms of corn to go to school. This is for children in grades one to three, and from fourth grade onwards, they have to pay ten kilograms.

The little old lady didn't ask Qing Ning to go. "Everything in our own land is picked up by others." Just help, why should you ask your children to pay for food? The tuition fees collected for the beginning of school are still less?

In the end, I am afraid that all this food will fall into the pocket of the teacher.

Qingning pouted: "The school can't make a fortune by charging us five kilograms of grain. We can't be poor without the five kilograms of grain..."

I kind of dislike the verbose little old lady.

You stinky girl, you keep talking like an old egg.

Lin Yutong said to her: "Speak well." I don't know who she is like. She doesn't speak if she doesn't want to, and chokes when she speaks.

Qingning didn't take her mother's words to heart at all. She turned her face and asked, "Mom, make sesame cakes for me too."

Sesame cakes are somewhat similar to peach cakes, and there are people making them in town now.

It’s not about how many kilograms you buy with money. It’s just that you bring flour, eggs, sugar and other things, and I charge some processing fees based on the kilograms.

There are very few snacks for children, and who is willing to spend money to buy them? If there are such things that can be processed by people who produce food at home, those who have children will buy some for their children.

The children go to school early and don't have breakfast. Everyone brings food with them when they go out.

Is there anything delicious?

If the cold steamed buns are tasteless, break them open, apply a layer of cooked oil on the inside, and sprinkle some salt. If the steamed buns are hard to break apart, use a knife to split them in the middle. If the conditions are good, they can still be inside.

Sandwiched with a thick layer of white sugar, it is the most delicious thing.

Most of the children ate while walking with two steamed buns. There was a mother who felt sorry for her children. When steaming the steamed buns, she specially made a basket of flower rolls, which were fragrant with sesame oil and had some flavor.

But Qingning has never suffered such grievances. The little old lady got up early in the morning. After the child got up, the little old lady brewed the milk powder, boiled and peeled the eggs and put them on a plate aside. One cup of milk.
To be continued...