A piece of #buy the boss’s vegetables and send a child# has become a hot search topic.
It’s common to see all kinds of weird hot search names, but when I saw this one, I couldn’t help but click in out of curiosity.
The popularity continues to rise, and marketing accounts are constantly active on this topic in order to attract traffic.
When everyone clicked in, they discovered that it was a vegetable called "Fu Wang Farm". Someone had been trying to conceive for many years but had not had a child, and she got pregnant after eating this vegetable.
The first hot comment: If there is no news, you don’t have to post it. Isn’t it just a coincidence?
Many people also find that this vegetable is really expensive, costing 200 yuan per pound.
They all complained: The boss is so nice. She can obviously steal money directly, but she will give you a vegetable.
"Has anyone noticed that this 200-yuan-a-pound vegetable has been on trending searches, and the official stamped it as organic? Is it marketing because it is on trending searches?"
"What's wrong with marketing? Marketing can make people pregnant. It's so funny. If it's so awesome, what else can we grow on this farm? We might as well open it inside an infertility hospital."
"No one cares about such expensive vegetables. The boss's background is too strong. What does the family have to do with it?"
"Does anyone think the name Fuwang Farm is so old-fashioned?"
"The name is corny 1. Many farms have sprung up in recent years. This is the corniest name I have ever heard, bar none."
"Selling it so expensive is a sinister boss bi."
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Xu Qingzhi learned from Wen Siran that the number of visits to her store exceeded 30 million due to hot searches. Even if there is no food to buy, the number of visits is still increasing.
She didn't care much about this and replied with a "hmm". She looked at some Weibo comments that Wen Siran sent her a screenshot of. Her eyes stayed on 'Old farm name' for a second and then turned off her phone. There are still many things to do at home, and she has no time to take care of them.
These days, the rice in the fields is maturing one after another.
Uncle Zhong was helping other families harvest a few days ago, and it was only today that it was her turn to queue up.
Mechanical harvesting is very efficient and can directly separate the rice stalks from the millet. Just park the borrowed truck on the roadside next to the rice field, and aim the harvester at the back of the truck to harvest the rice grains one by one.
They poured into the truck compartment.
After a few trips back and forth, several acres of rice were harvested.
Xu Qingzhi remembers that when he was a child, rice was cut with a sickle.
She helped cut it, and her grandpa taught her to hold a handful of rice in her left hand and a sickle in her right hand. The sickle should be slanted downward so as not to cut her hand.
The sickle is extremely sharp. If the knife were to strike, there would be blood.
She had never seen blood, but she had seen someone else's wound. The wound hurt immediately. The man came to grandpa crying, and grandpa found a spider web and put it on someone else's wound.
The cut rice needs to be put into the threshing machine. The adults step on it next to it. The iron lever inside the threshing machine rolls and pulls the rice off the pole, but it cannot be completely pulled out. Finally, the pole is grabbed and pushed to the threshing machine.
Throw 'piapia' twice on the wooden board.
The rice harvested in this way is dried in the sun and blown with a windmill.
Xu Qingzhi used to be cute playing with windmills.
Thinking of windmills, Xu Qingzhi realized that he hadn't seen that thing for a long time, and couldn't help but curiously asked: "Dad, I used to use windmills to blow rice, but now I don't see anyone using windmills to blow rice."
"In the past, we grew a lot of flat-hulled rice. It was better to blow it with a windmill. Now the rice we grow has plump grains." Xu Fuqiang climbed up on the rear tire of the truck, grabbed a handful of rice from inside, and picked up a handful of rice.
He directly bit the grain with his mouth and made a crunching sound. He said happily: "Look, our rice is growing well this year. It is of higher quality than our rice in previous years. It would be a pity for me if we sold it."
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Several kilograms of these rice can be sold for only about 10,000 yuan.
Xu Qingzhi used the rice watered by Lingquan water and wanted to keep it for his own consumption. In addition, there were chickens and ducks at home, so he told Xu Fuqiang that he would not sell this year's rice and kept it.
Xu Fuqiang also agreed, so he asked the rice dealer to borrow a truck.
Most of the people who grow rice in the village only want to sell it for some money. They only keep a few bags to pick up and eat the rice themselves, and call the rice dealers to collect the rest. One hundred kilograms of rice costs about 120 yuan.
It's just that the weight will make you somewhat passive.
When rice mills want to make money, they usually don't give the actual name, it will be a little less, maybe one or two pounds less per 100 pounds.
Many people have suffered a loss when encountering the weighing thing.
The last time Wang Yanmei went to sell the paper shells, she obviously weighed them at 20 kilograms at home, but the old man insisted that they were only 14 kilograms.
Wang Yanmei yelled at him and scolded him as a black-hearted man. He said that the paper shell weighed twenty kilograms at home.
The old man looked helpless: OK, OK, I'll give you twenty pounds, forty cents a pound, I'll give you eight dollars.
But the old man clearly said before that the paper shell is fifty cents a pound.
Wang Yanmei asked for ten yuan before she gave up. When she came back, she said angrily: "The reason why I was pulling this here and there was not because of the few yuan. It was because the old man was dishonest in doing business. I want to fight for this." p>
Xu Qingzhi also didn’t want the good rice he had worked so hard to grow to cost only 120 yuan per 100 kilograms and still have to be hacked by the rice factory.
After the rice harvest was finished, Xu Fuqiang drove the truck back home.
Today's weather is good, it happens to be a sunny day, and the family is busy drying rice. The sun cannot shine on the courtyard dam, so they extend it to the road built by themselves, using a bamboo board similar to Zhu Bajie's "nine-tooth nail rake" to dry the rice.
The rice is turned and dried more evenly.
Xu Fuqiang wiped his sweat and looked up at the sky, "The sun is strong today and the rice can be dried. Tomorrow I will go to the rice factory to check a few bags of rice."
"Dad, check two more bags of rice and send them to grandpa." Xu Qingzhi reminded.
Grandpa still ate the old rice that was inspected last year. The old rice did not have the fragrance of new rice.
"Okay." Xu Fuqiang nodded, wiped his sweat, and continued to dry the rice.
Turning and drying is not tiring, but sweeping the rice together for packaging is really tiring.
Jiang Xiao's palms were red and burning, and his arms were shaking when he was shoveling the rice.
He waved his hand towards the eighty bags of rice that had been packed, and scolded Fang Qiu: "This! It's all the sweat of the working people! Who knows that every grain of rice on the plate has been worked hard! Tonight I will be the first person in the CD-ROM operation