Return to the countryside to engage in industry

Chapter 67 The watermelon seedling is dead

The prepared fish feed can be fermented for 3 to 7 days. On the fourth day, Yang Zhenyu smelled a pungent sour smell, which meant that the fish feed was almost fermented. He opened the film, dragged a bag out, and shoveled a pot Hold to feed the fish.

Small fry will still feed some red worms to increase protein.

For the big fish fry, Yang Zhenyu directly fed the fish feed he had prepared, and casually sprinkled a couple of them out.

The fish feed was floating on the water, and after 2 minutes, several grass carp swam over to suck it.

Grass carp tentatively took a couple of mouthfuls, and felt the taste was not bad. It swung its body and shook the water, and opened its mouth on the water to suck it.

Schools of fish also swam over one after another, vying for food. Yang Zhenyu smiled, it seems that the fish feed he prepared is not bad.

"Don't grab it, there are more!"

He picked up the big basin and poured it out.

Schools of fish rushed into the water and scrambled for rations.

After feeding the fish, Yang Zhenyu put another half meter of water in the water. The weather was getting hotter and the water was shallow and the oxygen supply was insufficient.

After finishing the work and returning home, Yang Zhenyu had just put down the plastic pot, and went to see the watermelon seedlings that he cared most about.

According to the information, it only takes a few days for watermelon seeds to grow seedlings, and the grown seedlings can be directly planted in the ground.

Yang Zhenyu has been going to see the watermelon seedlings he cultivated every day these days. In the past three days, there has been no progress. Today, the fish feed has been successful. He is looking forward to the watermelon seedlings breaking out of the ground. This is the happiest.

However, when he went to the field, he still didn't see any watermelon seedlings emerging from the ground.

Is there something wrong?

This feeling is getting stronger and stronger.

Yang Zhenyu squatted down, gently threw some soil away with his hands, and checked the situation.

As a result, the teeth grown from the watermelon seeds in front of my eyes were shriveled.

Feeling that the situation was not good, Yang Zhenyu got up and picked up a hoe to dig up the soil next to each other. All the exposed teeth were dead.

Seeing such a scene, he didn't continue digging. Don't think about it, the remaining teeth must be dead.

No wonder there has been no movement in the ground for three or four days.

His attempt to raise seedlings was a failure.

Yang Zhenyu realized that growing watermelons does require experience and technology.

What should I do next?
The planting season is almost over, and it will take a lot of time to restart germination and seedling cultivation. If it fails again, it is estimated that planting this year will be hopeless.

To be on the safe side, Yang Zhenyu planned to learn from the elders in the village who knew how to grow watermelons.

First drive to the village committee to inquire about the situation. There are more than 3000 people in Yangjiawan Village, and Yang Zhenyu does not know everyone, so he needs to ask Zhang Mingkang.

Walking into Zhang Mingkang's office, Zhang Mingkang stood up and greeted Yang Zhenyu with a smile, and poured a glass of water for Yang Zhenyu, "Xiao Yang, I went to the township government for a meeting today, and the township head Ma told me that your land contract subsidy can be paid per mu. Strive for 135 yuan."

135 yuan!
It was five yuan more than Yang Zhenyu expected in his heart. He was very satisfied, but his face was still full of worry.

"Uncle Zhang worked hard for me." Yang Zhenyu thanked.

Zhang Mingkang knew Yang Zhenyu best. If it wasn't for something he couldn't solve, he wouldn't be so worried. He asked concerned, "Xiao Yang, it's about planting seedlings. Can I contact you? Do you want me to introduce you?"

"It's not about planting seedlings, Uncle Zhang." Yang Zhenyu said matter-of-factly, "The seedlings have been contacted, and the company will ship them when the time comes. I'm worried about the [-] acres of watermelon fields."

"What happened to the watermelon patch?"

"Uncle Zhang, I checked a lot of information and tried to grow watermelon seedlings myself, but failed. I went to the field today to see that all of them died."

Zhang Mingkang said with a smile: "I thought it was a big deal, Xiao Yang. Farming still depends on experience. Information and other things can only provide a way of thinking. If you really operate it, you may not be able to succeed."

"Uncle Zhang is right. I came here today to ask if anyone else grows watermelons in the village? Or have they grown watermelons before?"

"There is, but there is!"

Zhang Mingkang thought while holding a teacup.

"Uncle Zhang, who is it? Can you take me to meet him? I'll ask him to learn art from him."

Zhang Mingkang shook his head while blowing tea, "There is an old man named Yang Wenju in the fourth group. He planted watermelons for more than ten years when he was young. Your grandma should know him. He worked outside a few years ago. He turned [-] last year. He is very old. It's hard to find work outside, so this year I started to grow watermelons at home again.

This person is single-minded and small-minded. It's useless to say what he doesn't want to do! "

"I just went to him to learn from him. He won't be so stingy, right? Uncle Zhang, are you thinking too much?"

Zhang Mingkang said: "Xiao Yang, think about it, you are going to grow watermelons this year, and one type is [-] mu. Such a large scale will definitely affect his business. With his narrow-minded personality, I hope you can't grow it." , so as not to steal his business."

"How much has he planted this year?" Yang Zhenyu asked.

"Nearly two acres!"

Yang Zhenyu said: "For two acres of land, even if he has good skills and planting well, he can harvest 20 kilograms to the sky, but mine is a scale of [-] to [-] kilograms, and the sales channels are different. How can it affect him? "

Zhang Mingkang smiled slightly, "Are you going to tell others about sales channels? Can they listen to you? Besides, can he understand what you said?

He only wants his melons to be sold around Qingmu Township. If you want to plant them now, you are blocking his way of making money. "

"Why is this old man so narrow-minded?" Yang Zhenyu asked, "Is there no one in the village who can grow watermelons better than him?"

"Not really." Zhang Mingkang said realistically, "If you want to find him, I'll take you there, but you have to be prepared mentally, he doesn't necessarily want to see you."

"Understood, Uncle Zhang, take me to have a look first."

For the [-] acres of watermelon fields, Yang Zhenyu decided to take a risk to meet this old man.

Three kilometers to the west from the village committee is the boundary of the fourth group. Yang Zhenyu parked his car at the gate of the fourth group leader and followed Zhang Mingkang to find Yang Wenju.

"Yang Wenju!" Zhang Mingkang yelled at the door, but no one answered. Zhang Mingkang asked the old woman sitting at the door, "Ma'am, is Yang Wenju at home?"

The old woman should be in her eighties. She looked up at Zhang Mingkang, moved her old body, stood up while supporting the stake, and hooked her back to get a stool for Zhang Mingkang. Zhang Mingkang quickly went up to help him. "Old lady, sit down, I'll get it myself."

Zhang Mingkang sat next to the old woman with a stool and asked loudly, "Mother, is Yang Wenju at home?"

The aunt raised her head and squinted at Zhang Mingkang, "Ah~? Who~?"

"Is your son~ at home?" Zhang Mingkang raised his voice again.

"Oh~! I'm in the field, I'll call him." The old woman was about to stand up again, but Zhang Mingkang stretched out his hand to help her sit down again, and said, "Old lady, don't move, you're about to fall , I can't explain when your son comes back."

"Xiao Yang, come and sit for a while. Yang Wenju is in the field. I think he will come back for lunch soon." Zhang Mingkang said while patting the seat beside him.

Yang Zhenyu went up to sit for a while.

After more than ten minutes, Yang Wenju carried a hoe and smoked freshly rolled leaves in his mouth, and lit a fire as he walked towards the house.

"Yang Wenju!" Zhang Mingkang stood up and shouted.

(End of this chapter)