Wang Yanmei said with a smile on her face: "I will definitely entertain you. You can come and help. There is no reason for you to go back hungry."
I don’t know if it’s because of these words.
In the afternoon, many people came to help, including people from other villages, wearing straw hats and carrying their own hoes, and leading old scalpers.
Some people had cultivators at home and drove them over directly.
However, most of the people who came to help were acquaintances, and Xu Fuqiang could all call them by name.
Most of them are middle-aged and elderly people.
There are very few young people in the village at this time, and we have to wait until the Chinese New Year to see the shadow of young people returning to their hometowns.
There are some people from all over the country who are related to each other.
It’s such a big mountain, but luckily we’ve planned it in advance. It’s a good thing to have more people at this time.
Weeding, turning over soil and roots, digging ditches and canals for drainage and irrigation systems, building roads...everything requires people.
The eighty acres of flat land can be plowed by machine, and the efficiency is very fast.
There is a grandfather holding an ox and helping to plow the fields.
Although machines are gradually replacing cattle farming, Xu Qingzhi still divided a small piece of land.
The old man was very happy and said to the people who started to persuade him to lead the cow away: "Why can't I plow the land with my old bones? Why can't I plow?"
Xu Qingzhi curled up the corner of his mouth and smiled.
Although many elderly people in the village are old, they just refuse to accept old age. Moreover, they have worked hard all year round and their bodies are very strong.
Sometimes they feel uncomfortable not being allowed to work, and they don't want to stay at home.
When Xu Qingzhi was not selling vegetables, she didn't read the messages in the group. Wang Yanmei received a call from her third aunt asking why Qingzhi didn't say anything in the group. Everyone was looking for her.
Only then did Wang Yanmei come to tell Xu Qingzhi about this.
Xu Qingzhi lay on the recliner, opened the group, and saw that it was for rice.
She had planned that she would definitely not be able to sell these later. In addition to eating them, she also had so many chickens, ducks, and pigs to raise.
Wang Yanmei asked her: "How can you be so ignorant that we still have so much rice left in our family? We can pick it up into rice, but we can't finish it anyway."
"Mom, if we don't sell it, there are still so many chickens and ducks in the back mountain." Xu Qingzhi said.
The chicken and duck meat tasted so delicious, and she fed the rice irrigated with Lingquan water to the chickens and ducks. The chickens and ducks grew taller, and even the quality of the eggs improved a lot compared to the beginning.
Wang Yanmei made up her mind: "I heard from your third aunt that many people in the group offer very high prices, and even they are willing to pay two hundred yuan a pound for rice."
Taking a breath, Wang Yanmei lowered her voice and continued: "Qingzhi, this bag of rice weighing one hundred kilograms is only given to the rice factory for one hundred and twenty-one bags. Why don't we sell our own rice and buy it from others?"
Come over and feed the chickens and ducks. Now we just raise the chickens and ducks, and there is no income. It is a loss-making business. In this way, we can still make some money."
"Mom, no." Xu Qingzhi refused.
She grows vegetables and raises chickens and ducks just to improve her taste and condition her body. How can she put the cart before the horse just to make money?
Xu Fuqiang stood aside with a sad look on his face, "Qingzhi, we can't get out now. There are costs everywhere in the construction of the mountain. I'm afraid all the money you have will have to be poured into the construction. What will happen next?"
Xu Qingzhi understood that her parents were worried about money.
Just like some people doing business, they first buy good things to build a reputation, and then start selling half the good stuff. There are many people in this world who don't even have a conscience in order to make money.
It's just like raising chickens. The instant chickens sold outside now have hormone residues and they don't taste like authentic chicken.
Since she agreed to start a farm from the beginning, the farm must be a good ecological cycle.
Other people's rice is definitely not as good as our own rice that has been improved by adding Lingquan water.
"Mom and Dad, you don't have to worry about money." Xu Qingzhi thought for a while, "Don't we always grow two crops of rice in our village? Dad, it's best if you buy more acres of land next to our own house in the second half of the year.
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Nowadays, there are not too many people farming in the village, but not too many. Some people don’t farm all year round at home, and they farm their fields to others.
There are also some who specialize in farming and can earn tens of thousands of yuan a year to survive.
"Sure, Dad will ask." Xu Fuqiang left with something in mind.
Xu Qingzhi looked at Wang Yanmei, who was still standing next to him with a worried look on his face, and raised the corner of his mouth with a smile: "Mom, don't worry, it's no problem."
Wang Yanmei sighed, "Okay, if the sky falls, your parents will carry it for you."
She turned around and followed her man's footsteps, chasing after him for a few steps, grabbing the man's arm, her tone full of worry: "Fu Qiang, I've heard others say this morning that Li Xiong's 100 acres of watermelon land
They are all growing vegetables, which are exactly the same as the vegetables we grow at home, and they are named specifically to resemble our family, called Fuwang Farm. By the way, he is still collecting vegetables and land from the folks in the village, right on the slope next to our home.
He has rented all those pieces of land behind his back. In a few days, he will probably be in front of us and start planting vegetables. What are you talking about? I said this, but I couldn't tell Qingzhi.
, I’m afraid that she will worry about it, but the family has finally gotten better.”
Just grow vegetables, it doesn’t matter, anyone with land can do it.
However, the name of this farm is similar to "Fuwang Farm", which is obviously intentional, and it is not difficult for people to suspect that this is for competition.
Xu Fuqiang also sighed: "I heard someone say this this morning."
Wang Yanmei asked: "What should I do?"
Xu Fuqiang felt his head hurt. He raised his hand to pick his head and said naively: "I don't know either."
Wang Yanmei was furious: "How could you know this?"
Xu Qingzhi, who was lying under the persimmon tree and drinking tea, shook his head leisurely and looked up to see that the flowers of the persimmon tree above his head had fallen a few days ago, and now they were bearing small green fruits.
In a few days, these persimmons will be ripe.
She took another sip from the teacup, stood up, and called out to Rhubarb, who was wreaking havoc in the vegetable field in front of Yuanbaba, "Rhubarb, let's go, take a stroll."
The big yellow dog was holding a whole spinach in its mouth, wagging its tail, offering it to Xu Qingzhi as if offering a treasure, and put it down in front of Xu Qingzhi. His tongue was breathing heavily, and his eyes were full of words: Delicious food, for you to eat.
Xu Qingzhi touched its head and said, "Thank you Dahuang, but this vegetable patch belongs to me. You can eat it. You won't be allowed to eat it next time."
The crows in the aura space rattled dissatisfiedly.