Great Power Reclamation

Chapter 1639 The Season of Harvest

Soon the grapes will be ripe. Looking at this large vineyard full of fruit, Wang Shuqin feels her eyes start to sour.

If we say that we stood on the shoulders of our predecessors in Junken City before, then the Eighth Regiment's start-up is Wang Shuqin's real start-up from scratch.

Now the winery has also been built and the equipment is installed in place.Just waiting for this batch of grapes to be picked and brewed.

In fact, the grapes are already ripe now, but since they are called ice grapes, they must wait for the snow to freeze before picking them. Otherwise, why are they called ice grapes?

Throughout the summer, Wang Shuqin spent the whole summer in anxiety, afraid of strong wind, heavy rain, and even more afraid of hail. Any natural disaster may make the efforts of these months go to waste.

Anyway, the sky is as one wishes, and finally the grapes are ripe, and the temperature is already below zero. I believe that after a snowfall, the temperature will be more than ten degrees below zero, and the grapes will be able to be picked at that time.

Wang Shuqin picked a grape and stuffed it into her mouth. It was so sweet. She couldn't imagine how much sweeter it would be after snowing.
Wang Jinshan and a group of old soldiers patrolled the vineyard day and night, occasionally catching a few children who were stealing grapes.

In this way, the old regiment leaders will all slap their buttocks and drive them away.As for adults, it is not so easy to talk, ten times the fine.

Last night, he even scored two goals. Relying on his own reputation, Daming went to pick grapes and eat them. When he was caught, he even pretended that the grapes grew in my field, and I planted them too. Try your own grapes. gone?
In the end, he was directly escorted by the old regiment leader to show the public at the regiment headquarters, but the old regiment leader scolded him in vain, and the crowd scolded him like hell.

If we say that we planted grapes at the beginning, we were forced by the superiors.So now, this grape is the hope of the whole group.

Bunches of cyan grape pearls hang all over the branches, clean and clear, making people salivate.The point is, where are these grapes?It is hope!It is the vision of the eight groups for the future life.

Perhaps God was moved by people's piety?That night, it snowed heavily one after another, and the stoves of every household had been lit, and the temperature dropped sharply. Although there was a fire in the house, people were still uncomfortably cold.

But at this time, no one cared. Everyone went out to the vineyard to see how the grapes were freezing.

Some people from the regiment headquarters and Wang Shuqin didn't go back to the house at all. They kept stomping their feet in the snow to keep warm wearing down jackets and an army coat over it.

"It's hard, the grapes have started to freeze hard!" Li Yongzai shouted like a big child, touching the surface of the grapes that had begun to dry out, but the flesh was hard.

Wang Jinshan scolded: "You are promising, how soon will you be hard?"

Li Yongzai said unconvinced: "Isn't my heart hurting? How much weight will be lost if I hold it in so much?"

Wang Jinshan ignored him and looked at the vineyard. A heavy snowfall instantly changed the color of the original white grapes, and the skins began to turn purple.

Wang Jinshan is the one who worries the most about this vineyard.Since the grapes were planted in the field, he and the veterans have never left the land.

In summer, I was bitten by mosquitoes, and when it rained, I was afraid that the hanging fruit would be smashed, so I wished I could cover the grapes with umbrellas.

After a few months of suffering, all of them were dark and thin.It reminded them of the time when they first entered Xinjiang with the old chief.

Now that they have finally gained something, they are the happiest of course.As for whether it can be brewed into wine, they really don't care much about it.That's up to the winery.

They just want to know what is the yield of this mu of land?The price given by the winery is one yuan per kilogram. They have never grown grapes, so I don’t know how much the yield per mu is?

People from the winery also came, and the leader was a foreigner with a big nose and blue eyes. He was a Swedish engineer who was specially invited by Ye Yuze to brew ice wine.We arrived at the Eighth Regiment only last night.

The foreigner’s name is Schneider. He is 42 years old. He is tall and handsome. He glanced at the thermometer, twisted the grapes, and then waved his hand: “Go to bed, pick grapes on time tomorrow morning. "

The people from the winery followed suit, but how could any of the eight groups sleep?Wang Jinshan shouted: "Foreigner experts, what do you expect the production capacity of this mu to be?"

Schneider shrugged: "1300-1500 kilograms, no more."

Everyone petrified collectively, you looked at me one by one, and I looked at yours one by one, all of them were dumbfounded.These numbers are all rounded.The winery charges one yuan per kilogram.Any fool will count!
If one mu of land is 1500 kilograms, then the 15000 mu of land is 22500000, which is more than 2000 million yuan!

From the establishment of the Eighth Regiment to the present, I don’t know if the total income of the Eighth Regiment has so much money.

At this time, Cui Cui walked up to Wang Jinshan, and said with a smile: "Old man, now you are rich, I brought all the money, don't be stingy, treat us to a good meal!"

Wang Jinshan was already in tears at this time, and his big callused hands wiped his rough face: "Please, as long as there are eight groups, we can do whatever we want to eat! Also, the money for the rice transplanter and the well-drilling machine is also paid." We will give you all the film money.”

Cuicui laughed: "That's our sponsorship? To support Sister Shuqin's business."

Li Yong also took over the words at this time: "No need, no need, we are all Corps brothers, support is fine, but you must pay back if you have something, otherwise you will be pointed at your nose and scolded!"

Cui Cui did not argue with them either, she is the second generation of the Corps and knows the character of these old comrades.

Until the next morning, at the beginning of eight o'clock, it was only dawn, the vineyard was already full of people, and the grape picking had already started.

All the tractors drove over, and the old team leader looked at the scales personally, and he had to weigh each basket when he brought it over, and Wang Shuqin wrote it down.Then it is loaded to the winery.

After harvesting a few mu of land, Wang Jinshan looked at Wang Shuqin and smiled. Almost every mu of land had a harvest of 1500 kilograms.

The old man smiled brightly, but tears flowed from his cloudy eyes again.He stood up straight, put his feet together, and saluted Wang Shuqin with a standard military salute: "Thank you, Chief!"

Everyone stopped what they were doing, imitated Wang Jinshan's military salute, and shouted: "Thank you, Chief!"

Wang Shuqin also shed tears. She knew that people respected her before, but this respect was just a kind of politeness. After all, she should be respected as a woman who came so far to help the poor.

But today's thank you is a kind of recognition, and she is truly regarded as a comrade in arms and the leader of the corps.

Wang Shuqin hurriedly stood up straight, which was also a standard military salute, and shouted loudly: "We are members of the Corps and comrades in arms!"

　Old book, Li Bai and I are classmates
　　
　
(End of this chapter)