Professor Song thought for a while: "How much budget can you have?"
Song Tan hesitated for a while: "It should be about 1.5 million?"
This is basically Taoyuan’s entire income.
There was income from the Chestnut Garden, but she had to prepare to repay Murakami's loan at the end of the year, so she ruled it out first.
She thought that the amount of money was quite small. After all, for such a large area, it would cost a lot of money just for preliminary preparations... She never thought that Professor Song nodded: "It's good, the funds are quite sufficient."
Song Tan:???
"Really?" She was a little doubtful.
"real."
Professor Song looked at the land in front of him: "Isn't it just over 300 acres? Including the river beach, the total cost will be 500 acres - do you know how much land I had in my last project? 3,000 acres."
"For 3,000 acres, we only spent over 1 million in the first year."
Of course, there will be continuous improvement and follow-up every year, as well as subsequent maintenance.
But in comparison, the land in front of me is really nothing... To put it bluntly, with such an area, Professor Song would never have come here at all. But people asked for it, so it was absolutely necessary to come here.
Not a loss——
Now that I think about it, the other party must have eaten something from this place too!
It’s really not a loss!
Professor Song also said sincerely: In fact, in order to maximize profits, it is definitely better to plant all the same crops. It is easier to manage, and labor and other things can be arranged as a whole.
This kind of thing is a hammer and a stick, which is a lot of trouble in terms of procedures, and the cost will undoubtedly increase.
But there is nothing we can do.
People's request is to give priority to supplying goods to the family.
Professor Song made some calculations in his mind: "If you want to open up wasteland, the biggest initial costs are water, electricity, and roads."
"The price for electricity is fixed. Your place is not big, so you won't get much if you have more."
"It's even easier with water."
"Didn't I say that the mountains were not watered on purpose before? It proves that there are abundant water resources down there. As long as there is no drought, there is basically no need to worry about it at other times."
The initial investment includes pond cleanup, river beach cleanup, water source development on the mountain, and subsequent pipeline construction costs.
But one thing to note is that farming in rural areas is not like building courtyards in cities. There is no need to consider burying water pipes underground. Cheap hoses can be installed in a large roll for a thousand yuan.
Moreover, the water source developed here is not necessarily for use, but to prepare for emergencies.
Even worse, there are also multiple electric pumps on the river beach and the pond below.
The biggest one is building roads.
After all, roads connecting every village can be funded by the government, and roads leading to back mountains can also wait for policy support.
But if different things need to be planted in the back hill, a few more roads will need to be built to accommodate tricycles.
As for other partitions, even building simple steps takes a lot of effort.
As he spoke, he gestured. Although the route had not been given yet because the water source was uncertain, it was already quite detailed.
"As for the next planting and matching plan, we have to wait until everything else is decided before finalizing this."
This is the most important thing for him to come here.
…
Song Tan probably understood.
Then look at the three students who were following silently behind, also looking thoughtful.
"Okay." She agreed: "Let's take a look at the water source first, and then make a plan. Once the plan is done, I'll hire someone to start the construction."
"It's just that Professor Song, if you have time, why don't you stay a little longer? Otherwise, my place is remote, and if you want to communicate later, it will be too troublesome for you to travel back and forth."
What?!
Professor Song raised his brows and almost smiled, but he held it back with great difficulty.
On the contrary, the three students were overjoyed and hurriedly responded: "Is there such a good thing?!"
"Yes, yes! I have time! It's summer vacation now."
"What are you talking about? Only summer vacation? When is it not a vacation when we are doing this?"
And Yan Ran, she has already picked up her mobile phone: "I'm going to ask someone to send my belongings here - does the courier here have to go to the town to pick it up?"
"No need." Song Tan shook his head: "I still deliver the goods every day."
Even though the goods are scarce now, it has become a habit for Brother Zhang to come here every day to eat an egg today and drink a bowl of white fungus soup tomorrow. He is willing to make this trip just for an order...
"Just bring the courier over when the time comes."
Moreover, I won’t be free for long.
She gestured to everyone to listen to the roar of machines in the distance: "I am cutting tea leaves on the mountain. When the tea leaves are harvested, my seventh cousin plans to prepare some tea egg marinade at home and sell it in the store."
…
So, Zhou Maozhu had only been idle for two days and was about to pack up all the things for making tea when he saw Song Sancheng coming over carrying a basket of old leaves:
"Mao Zhu, do you think my leaves can be fried?"
Zhou Maozhu:......
His eyes widened: "Sancheng, what are you talking about?! This leaf has become like this, how can it be fried?"
"My tea target is turned around in the pot, and the dry leaves must not be crushed into pieces!"
"It doesn't matter if it's broken."
Song Sancheng waved his hand.
The original purpose was to break it into pieces to make marinade so that it could be easily packaged and shipped.
"No." Zhou Maozhu couldn't make the money anymore: "Look at my pot. How big is the pot usually used for frying buds? If you fry these old leaves, grab a handful at a time, what will I get from your basket?
when?"
"not to mention……"
He looked at Song Sancheng suspiciously: "Aren't all the tea leaves you cut on the mountain fried like this?"
Song Sancheng smiled.
Zhou Maozhu:......
…
Song Sancheng took a walk around and came back with a basket. It happened that Wulan stopped picking tea and was cleaning up at home with Aunt Lianhua. Seeing this, he couldn't help rolling his eyes:
"I told you not to bother... why are you asking someone to roast tea leaves? It's so sunny, why don't you just put it outside in the yard to bask in the sun?"
Song Sancheng was a little short of energy: "After all, we are using old leaves. I think there are many steps involved in frying them, so they must be more fragrant than drying them..."
The seventh cousin was peeling garlic and didn't even raise his head when he heard this: "No need to fry it. The tea eggs I had before were made from old leaves that haven't even dried yet. I haven't seen you eat less."
"Just dry it in the sun, it will definitely smell good."
"If you still don't worry, you can burn the roasting room and bake the leaves in it."
"Forget it!"
Song Sancheng left as soon as possible - it was thirty-eight to ninety degrees, he went to the barbecue room?
Forget it, let him go fishing for water chestnuts!
Ulan shouted a few more words: "Catch more and feed the pigs with water and grass. It's hot and they won't be able to eat anymore."
Unexpectedly, Song Sancheng turned back again: "Then I'll go to my dad's first. He said that when we were making straw mats, a lot of rushes turned yellow and the stems were too strong to be used... I'll take them over and lay them in the pig pen.