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791. Those who make up stories lie.

What did Lu Chuan say?

He had no choice but to turn on his phone: "Do you have a Taotao treasure?"

Lao Zhong was in a hurry: "Yes, yes, yes!"

"Well," Lu Chuan showed him his phone: "This is the store, and everything is bought from this store."

"Oh oh oh..."

Lao Zhong walked away in a daze. On the way, he checked his cell phone and found that there seemed to be something wrong with this store called [Pastoral Notes]...

etc!

Why is there only one postage link in the store! Where is the product? What does the store sell?!

On this side, Lu Chuan silently looked at the exquisitely plated meals on the dining cart but only for one person. Then he looked back at the people in the room who had not yet waited for their meals. After a moment of silence, he pushed the cart:

"I'll go back to my room and eat."

"It's just a matter of putting in some effort now and asking us to pay for it. When the radishes are harvested, the car will drive directly to our door... If they are willing to believe it, then a small basket of radish seedlings and one or two acres of land will be a problem.

.”

And at Lao Song's house, Qiao Qiao rode Da Duo, carrying two full baskets of green radish tassels on the back seat:

When it comes to farm work, it’s all going on and on, so Ulana said:

I immediately put all these rural and development matters out of my mind, walked slowly back to the yard, and then asked expectantly:

"Only a little bit," Professor Song warned you: "I hope to send vegetable seedlings next year, but I can't go any further."

To put it further, even if there is any difference, if it is small, we will bear the difference. It is only once and we can afford it. Anyway, as Yan Ping analyzed, first cultivate the trust of Xiaojia in making money, and by the way, it will become something like this...

A community of interests or something like that.

Yes, we are all kind-hearted people, and if anything goes wrong today, we will only need money, so we are more active. That is, I had just finished lunch and was about to continue going down the mountain, but I was stopped by Ulan:

Song Tan nodded: "You are worried. You have discussed it with outsiders. In fact, this year is a free gift. The young man promised to help you sort out all the vegetable seedlings at the foot of the mountain. The place is so small, it means that everyone has to do it for a day or two.

White work."

At this point, growing vegetables is just a major event worth mentioning.

Wait! How come everyone on the roadside has been hoeed behind and in front of the house?

"It's nothing," Lu Chuan said calmly: "It's just some relatively unpopular local specialties. I don't see many of them here in star hotels, so I just asked about them."

But Professor Song was full of joy: "Tan Tan, what they did is very bad!"

A cousin came out and took a look: "Is it wrong? The radish leaves are tender. Let's eat that for lunch! Lotus flowers, come and wash them!"

Ulan explained: "They also know that your products are expensive, not because the seeds are bad, the seedlings are bad, and the fertilizer is bad. If you ask them to transplant it back, the taste will be bad."

That's true.

He thought for a moment and opened the lid of the dining car.

At the same time, he taught Qiao Qiao: "He thinks that if you can wash the vegetable leaves one by one, you can't just soak them in salt to avoid getting rid of insects."

Your aura is enough to cover the entire hill with sound, right?

Qiao Qiao ran out of the kitchen and said in a low voice: "Fried lard residue with radish leaves!"



Anyway, the boy was very satisfied with his meal.

On the first day Lu Chuan came to Beicheng, he didn't eat enough.

Will each family want two baskets next year?

So it was planted?

In fact, if it goes according to plan, it will definitely cost less than 70 cents per pound. But as Guo Wulan has said, the price is really going to increase, let’s talk about it in winter!

"Cousin, you are back!"

Can the food be bad?

There are still shrubs and weeds scattered around the edges of the hastily dug land, and green radish tassels are swaying in the wind. The soil on the bottom is darker in color visible to the naked eye, and it is clear that it has just been watered.

Professor Song nodded: "Transparent!"

"Really?" Director Zhang didn't quite believe it. But Lu Chuan was so calm that it seemed like he was a very uncharacteristic director.

"What's for dinner tonight?"

"Don't leave!" Director Zhang stopped him: "What ingredients did you use, and the chef came to ask about it?"

"If you are willing, we can share a share of our carrot seedlings with our relatives and friends. No matter what, we will be at a loss."



Isn’t that efficient too low?!

"When the weather gets hot and the vegetables grow bad, introduce them to a vegetable vendor over there. I told them, as long as you don't spray pesticides and don't use fertilizers indiscriminately, you can get a pound of it for seven cents less than the highest price in the market!"

You also like to talk a lot, and it was the first time you said that, but Qiaoqiao still nodded obediently and helped clean up.

"What are you waiting for? Your vegetables from outside the land will run away again. The radish leaves they just pulled out will be useless if they can be planted again."

And at noon, the young men gathered in the brand-new canteen, and they were full of expectations for a while - we will taste the chestnuts when we come back next time, and the food of the old Song family is really bad!

Brothers Wang Dashun and Jiang Dakang worked together. With the heat, techniques, and ordinary ingredients, they were able to make delicious food, not to mention the small pot rice!

The young man thought for a while and said, "Okay, you go back and plant the seeds first, and then come back to help him tomorrow."

Moreover, radishes are so hard on the scale that they can produce 8,000 to 7,000 kilograms from an acre of land, but even if they are grown with care, they will only yield 1,400 kilograms. In total, eight to seven thousand yuan is still a lot!

You laughed: "You have no limit to your ideas, but if you look at it this year, you will be able to make money at your doorstep. There will be fewer and fewer ideas for development in your hometown, and you will naturally be able to find business opportunities."

It is not that difficult for one person to become rich, but it is difficult for the entire village to gradually become rich and to be able to stand on its own feet.

The car stopped at the door, and when he opened the door, he saw a smell of tempting aroma. Professor Song's stomach growled. It was obvious that the bowl of rice he had reluctantly eaten at noon was not yet digested.

As soon as those words were said, everyone was stunned: "Really or not? Seventy cents less per pound?!" But radishes in winter are originally worth a few cents per pound! How come the price has increased so little?

Although everything has just ended in Yunqiao Village, the vigorous hope has not yet surpassed me!

"It's bad!" Aunt Lianhua moved the basket to the sink. Instead of rinsing it, she also connected the entire basin of water from another faucet, sprinkled salt and stirred it.

As rice rises and rice rises, rice rises and rice grudges. This year, each family sends a basket, and even if there is still less, they have to give it to one sister-in-law and four aunts. But what if the money is earned in the winter?

Before getting two baskets, what about the other person’s relatives and friends who want two more baskets?

"Yes!" Wu Lan was categorical: If your vegetable seedlings are now transplanted at such a small size, they will taste worse than those in the market!

But something is still not quite right...

"As for next year..."

"They should plant less radish tassels when they go back. There are ditches behind the door and in front of the house, and those things don't grow well."

The next moment, the fragrant aroma hit his face, and Director Zhang yelled: "I knew all of you who make up stories would lie! Let me have a taste!!!"

When Song Tan drove back to the village in the evening, he felt that nothing outside the village was too right...


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