Counterattack 1988

Chapter 953 Illness
The mountains are empty and the rain is also strange.

In the poet's eyes, the rain in the mountains is affectionate and beautiful.

But for busy farmers, untimely rain is a disaster.

Wang Lin didn't care to appreciate the beautiful rain scene in the cotton area.

This continuous heavy rain brought him only endless losses.

From a distance, a group of people wearing bamboo hats and raincoats can be seen working.

The cotton field in autumn is like a sea of ​​clouds, and the white cotton wool is full of hope, one, two, thousands, ten thousand, and the heavy flower pockets fall on the chest.

Wang Lin said to Zhou Boqiang beside him, "Picking cotton manually? This speed is too slow."

Zhou Boqiang said: "There is no other way, this is the only condition now."

Wang Lindao: "It's not impossible, it's just that I didn't think of a way to solve the problem. Are cotton harvesters expensive? The small ones cost tens of thousands of dollars, while the large ones cost hundreds of thousands."

Zhou Boqiang said: "Mr. Wang, the machine is not expensive, but the cotton harvester is not practical."

"Not practical?" Wang Lin was really puzzled by this, and asked, "Why not practical?"

Of course, Zhou Boqiang knew the way of this very well, and immediately replied: "Cotton harvesting machinery is a crop harvesting machinery for picking mature seed cotton or picking bolls. Since 1850, there have been many designs or prototype patents of cotton harvesting machines in the United States. , but until the 20s, there were only a small number of cotton pickers for sale. By 20, cotton harvesting in the United States had been mechanized. In 1975, 1980% of the cotton harvested by Big Brother Polar Bear was harvested by machines. Due to the high impurity rate of cotton picked by machines , Significantly lowering the cotton grade requires a cotton cleaning plant with a large investment, so cotton harvesting machinery has not been promoted and used in our country."

Wang Lin snorted: "The machine is not expensive, but the supporting cotton cleaning plant is very expensive?"

Zhou Boqiang said: "Yes, Mr. Wang, the investment in a cotton cleaning factory is at least tens of millions. Our cotton field here is only a test area. Is it not worthwhile to invest too much?"

Wang Lin's expression became more serious.

Zhou Boqiang said: "When we were young, we often went to pick up cotton. From the third-grade pupils to the government officials, we had to support the autumn harvest of cotton every year. There was a lot of cotton, and we had to pick it up until November. One year, it snowed heavily in advance, and our hands With sticks in their hands, they picked up cotton while knocking on the snow, and everyone’s hands were swollen from the cold.”

Wang Lindao: "Isn't that very tiring?"

Zhou Boqiang smiled wryly: "When we went to the countryside, what we were most afraid of was picking up cotton. There was a sea of ​​silver beyond the horizon, and there seemed to be endless cotton that could never be picked up. The autumn wind was bleak and the crescent moon was thin. Before dawn, we would go to the cotton fields. , The dew quickly wets the legs, making people shiver with cold. And at noon, the autumn sun is scorching, and the heat makes people dizzy. People in southern Xinjiang say that they wear cotton clothes in the morning and gauze in the afternoon, and eat watermelon with the stove in their arms. It's this season. I finally look forward to the sun setting before I call it a day. I can only pick up about [-] kilograms at most. After a day, my waist is sore and my back hurts, and my legs are stiff when I walk. It is because I am too afraid of picking up cotton. There are many people over there. The child has to go to university no matter what, so as to escape the pain of picking flowers!"

Looking at the scene in front of him, Wang Lin could easily imagine what Zhou Boqiang said.

He stood in front of the cotton field with his hands behind his back, looking at the white cotton swaying in the rain, and said slowly: "The cotton picker is a great invention in the history of agricultural technology, which simplifies the harvesting of cotton. Now a cotton farm worker can only manage Fifty mu of cotton is still exhausting, and the cost of picking cotton manually is also high. Cotton farmers work hard for a year, and their net income per mu is at most a few hundred yuan. If we can realize mechanization, the net income per mu can reach more than [-] yuan. It is also very easy for people to manage more than a thousand acres.”

Zhou Boqiang said: "If we really want to realize mechanization in an all-round way, the investment will be hundreds of millions."

Wang Lin waved his hand: "Boss Zhou, then invest [-] million yuan! I want to let the cotton picking machine sing loudly in the cotton field! From mulch sowing, drip irrigation to machine picking cotton, the whole process of mechanization of cotton cultivation will be realized!"

Zhou Boqiang was shocked!
He felt Wang Lin's lofty ambition.

"Boss Zhou, have you ever seen the scene where the cotton picker picks cotton?" Wang Lin asked.

Zhou Boqiang shook his head: "I really haven't seen it. Mr. Wang, have you seen it?"

Wang Lin nodded: "There are six rows of cotton pickers in one trip. The guides guide the rows of cotton stalks in a regular manner. The picking spindles in the cotton picking room are working in an orderly manner. The sharp hooks catch the seed cotton, and the cotton bolls that spit out the bolls Immediately leave the cotton branch, the doffer disc rotates at high speed and releases in reverse, the air flow attracts the cotton through the cotton delivery pipe and converges to the cotton box, compacts and bundles it for packaging, and what comes out of the machine is a bag of seed cotton."

Zhou Boqiang imagined that kind of scene, and said longingly: "That's extremely efficient!"

Wang Lindao: "If it is a row of cotton pickers, it will be more efficient and the scene will be even more spectacular."

"Oh, Mr. Wang, it would be great if it can be realized. However, the Loudong area is still not suitable for such a large-scale mechanized operation? If it is in the southern Xinjiang area, then there must be no problem."

"Actually, this side can also be used. The terrain of Gusu is low and flat, and plains account for more than 55% of the total area." Wang Lin said.

It was raining heavily. Although Wang Lin and the others were holding umbrellas, their trousers were already wet.

"Mian is over there!" Zhou Boqiang saw the cotton boll and pointed it to Wang Lin.

Wang Lin hummed.

Zhou Boqiang shouted: "Mr. Mian! Mr. Mian!"

Mianling turned her back to the road. When she heard the shout, she turned around and saw Wang Lin and the others through the rain curtain. She couldn't help laughing, but the smile on her face disappeared quickly.

She came over from the cotton field.

The roads in the cotton area are all dirt roads, washed by the rain, which is terrible.

The trousers of Wang Lin and the others were all wet, and the leather shoes on their feet were covered with thick mud.

Mianbo was wearing rain boots, a raincoat, and a bamboo hat, but it was of no use, as he was already soaked through.

"Mr. Wang!" Mianling called him, pursed his thin lips, and had the urge to cry, "A lot of bells are broken!"

Wang Lin nodded, without saying a word of blame: "I know all about it. It's raining so hard, so don't work, tell everyone to rest!"

The cotton boll wiped the rain from his face: "Mr. Wang, we have to pick it quickly. Rotten bells are also useful."

Wang Lin asked: "How to use the rotten bell?"

"As long as the rotten bolls are harvested in time, soak them in 1% ethephon and dry them in the air to avoid the formation of stiff petal flowers, which can effectively reduce the loss of rotten bolls; at the same time, grab the cotton wool that has been fully spun. Rotten bells, stiff petal flowers, after frost If the flowers are picked, dried, stored and sold separately, I estimate that the loss can be reduced by [-]%," Mian Boll replied.

Wang Lin snorted, "There's no rush for these two days. The rain can't last forever. It's not a joke to freeze people and make them sick. Tell everyone to wait until the rain stops before going to work."

Zhou Boqiang said: "Mr. Mian, Mr. Wang is sympathetic to his subordinates, so you just listen to him! Tell everyone to call it a day."

Wang Lin said in an unquestionable tone: "I have something to tell you, all go back to the office building."

Mianbo didn't dare to resist Wang Lin's order, looked at the cotton field helplessly and reluctantly, and called the workers to rest.

The workers came out one after another.

Wang Lin turned around and walked back, followed by Mianling, Zhou Boqiang and others.

"Mr. Zhou, why is Mr. Wang here?" Mianling asked in a low voice.

"Didn't you call him at home?" Zhou Boqiang replied.

"I just reported to him for work. I didn't expect him to come."

"Okay, stop talking, go back."

Back in front of the office building, everyone was busy going to the nearby sink to scrub their shoes.

Wang Lin said: "Change out your wet clothes and shoes, and we will have a meeting in half an hour."

Guo Lingling stepped forward and said, "Mr. Wang, can you change it too?"

Wang Lin nodded.

He did not bring Li Wenjuan with him this time, and the secretary could only take care of his daily life.

Guo Lingling accompanied Wang Lin upstairs to his room and helped Wang Lin change his clothes.

Wang Lin planned to stay here for two days, so he brought clothes, but he only had one pair of shoes, which were all wet by now.

Guo Lingling found Mianling and asked for a pair of slippers for Wang Lin to change into, and asked Uncle Zhong to drive to the city to buy a pair of shoes for Wang Lin.

Half an hour later, Wang Lin held a brief meeting.

At the meeting, Wang Lin mainly talked about the impact of the heavy rainfall on the cotton area and the development of the work in the cotton area next year.

This year is the first year of the establishment of the Cotton District, which is mainly of an experimental nature, testing the adaptability and yield of new varieties of cotton in the Yangtze River Basin.

Wang Lin's tone was calm, and he didn't say a word to blame anyone.

Starting next year, the cotton area will be expanded, the planting area will be greatly increased, and [-] million yuan will be invested to realize full mechanization.

After the meeting, Wang Lin and Mian Boll discussed separately.

The two talked about the possibility of mechanizing cotton sowing and harvesting.

Mianling said that the land we rent is mainly in plain areas, and it is also feasible to realize mechanized sowing and harvesting. The cotton fields need to be leveled in advance to lay a solid foundation for mechanized production.

Wang Lin said, it is up to you to manage this matter. Whatever you want to do must be completed after the cotton is harvested in the second half of this year.

When Mianbo was talking with Wang Lin, she would sneeze and shrug her nose from time to time.

Wang Lin asked, "Did you catch a cold?"

"Well, a little bit." Mianbo turned her head and coughed a few more times.

Wang Lindao: "Let's talk about this first today, you go to rest."

Mian Boll said: "I'm sorry, Mr. Wang, I messed up the work in the cotton field."

Wang Lindao: "You have tried your best, and I have noticed your hard work. Take a good rest!"

Mianling was deeply moved by such gentle and caring words from the boss.

Her eyes were red and she almost shed tears.

When Mianbo got up, she felt top-heavy, her body was out of control, and she walked erratically.

Wang Lin quickly supported her and asked, "Do you want to go to the hospital?"

"It's okay, I'll take a cold medicine." Mianbo put her hands on Wang Lin's chest to stand firm, and then went back to her room to rest.

Uncle Zhong bought new leather shoes for Wang Lin and brought them back for Wang Lin to put on.

Wang Lin was also tired all day, so he went to bed and took a nap.

When I woke up, the rain was much lighter, and there was a mist in the vast world.

The distant mountains are faintly visible, and the blue and white are like ink.

The flowers, plants and trees in the yard, after the baptism of rain, are clean and glow with green light.

During dinner, Mianling didn't get up either, so Wang Lin arranged for Guo Lingling to call her out for dinner.

When Guo Lingling came to Mianbo's room, she saw Mianbo was in a drowsy sleep. When she touched her forehead, it was very hot. She refused to answer her name, which shocked Guo Lingling.

"Mr. Wang, Mr. Wang!" Guo Lingling ran downstairs and shouted, "Mr. Mian has a high fever, and his forehead is hot."

Wang Lin said in a deep voice, "Hurry up and send her to the hospital."

He put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hand and walked upstairs quickly.

Mianbo woke up, but his headache was like a needle poking, and his body was limp without any strength.

"Wang, President—" Mianling opened his eyes, vaguely saw Wang Lin's appearance, and called out softly.

Wang Lin said in a deep voice: "Mian Ling, you are very sick, I will send you to the hospital now, don't be brave anymore."

After saying that, he couldn't help but hug Mian Ling by the waist.

Uncle Zhong prepared the car, and when Wang Lin came out, he immediately opened the car door.

Wang Lin put Mianling in the back of the car and told Guo Lingling to accompany her.

Guo Lingling said: "Mr. Wang, I'm afraid I won't be able to take care of her by myself. I'm so weak."

Wang Lin glared at her: "I think you're just lazy! Forget it, you stay, I'll go."

He got in the car and told Uncle Zhong to drive to the county hospital.

Mian Ling's body was limp, and she fell on Wang Lin's shoulder.

Wang Lin supported her to prevent her from falling, feeling her body was burning like fire.

Arriving at the emergency department of the county hospital, Wang Lin walked in with her in his arms.

The condition of the county hospital is very simple, but the treatment of cold and fever is still not a problem.

The nurse measured Mian Ling, looked at the thermometer, and said, "39.5 degrees! Why did you send me here with such a high fever? It's very dangerous!"

"I'm sorry, nurse, I just found out that she has a cold and a fever."

"You men, you know that work makes money, so you should spend more time with your wife."

"She, I—"

"Okay, go see a doctor! You must have a bottle."

After treating Mian Ling, the doctor prescribed a bottle: "Has she had a cold for a long time? Her throat is inflamed, and if she comes one day later, people will have a fever! If there is another lung infection, the consequences will be even more serious." .”

Wang Lin didn't have any temper at all, he just kept nodding his head.

The doctor prescribed medicine and asked Wang Lin to pay for the medicine, and then went to the observation room for infusion.

Wang Lin carried Mian Ling to the observation room first, put her on the bed, and then went to pay the money.

It was already seven o'clock in the evening, and there were not many patients in the hospital.

Wang Lin quickly went through the formalities and gave the medicine to the nurse, who then gave Mian Ling an infusion.

Every time he sees Mr. Wang with a beautiful woman, no matter how busy Mr. Wang is, Uncle Zhong will wisely stand aside or disappear to give Mr. Wang a chance to show off.

Mianling fell into a drowsy sleep, but she was still conscious. She knew that Wang Lin was taking care of herself throughout the whole process.

She wanted to speak very much, but her mouth was heavy, her throat was sore and itchy, and she couldn't speak a word, her body was also limp, without any strength.

All heroes are afraid of illness, let alone Mianbo is just a woman?

Faced with such a serious illness, Mianbo was the most helpless.

This is also the most serious illness she has suffered since she came to work in Loudong.

The heavy rainfall has brought huge losses to the work in the cotton area, which made the cotton bolls, which have always been strong, feel anxious. In order to reduce economic losses, she has been working in the rain these days, rushing to harvest cotton, and finally collapsed from exhaustion.

The medicine in the bottle was poured into the cotton bolls drop by drop.

She fell asleep again.

The nurse took an alcohol cotton pad and handed it to Wang Lin: "Wipe your wife's body, this is physical cooling."

Wang Lin took it over and asked, "Will you just wipe your forehead?"

"Wipe it all over your body! It has a large area and dissipates heat quickly."

"Wipe the whole body?" Wang Lin couldn't help feeling embarrassed and embarrassed, thinking that he would have brought Guo Lingling here if he had known earlier.

(End of this chapter)