The King of Quick Transmigration took the wrong cannon fodder script!

Chapter 98 The Pocket Sister of the School Belle (97)
Branch Secretary Ye yelled: "You can't be lazy, you son of a bitch. You have spent so much money to plant flowers and bear fruit. You still have to be lazy! Artificial pollination has a much higher fruit setting rate than natural pollination by bees. If you don't want to make money, you are lazy." Well."

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With the study manual, the villagers stumbled and studied for a whole day, and they all said they had learned it.

On a sunny afternoon, [-] small Beibei pumpkin seedlings were delivered by the fruit and vegetable company to the home of the branch secretary of Lianhe Village.

The remaining seedlings can fill her [-]-acre seedling shed.

You Dayou's production team has switched from seedling raising to growing small Beibei pumpkins in greenhouses.

Seamless, silky smooth.

For other villagers, the [-] mu of "Meixiang" cherry radish planted in the open air in March has matured in early April.

Without exception, they all choose to cooperate with Princess and the Pea Fruit and Vegetable Company.

The fruit and vegetable company's purchase price is the same as last autumn, two yuan and eighty cents per catty.

I plan to sell it to restaurants and hotels for four yuan per catty!
Jiang Wenmei and Manager Jia formed a group to grind the price: "Sister, why is it getting more expensive?"

You Yu sighed: "The villagers all want to grow vegetables and fruits with higher economic benefits. There are no radishes to sell this autumn. The Hema hotpot restaurant in Shancheng wants me to squeeze a ten-acre radish for her. Look?"

"One hundred acres is not enough for our family in Jiang County, so don't transport it outside!" Jiang Wenmei hurriedly stopped, why is the output not as good as every year?
"Four yuan is four yuan, and the price can't be raised anymore!" Manager Jia also hurriedly expressed his opinion.

Sansu Restaurant just opened a branch in Chengdu this month. If it can have special dishes like "Meixiang" cherry radish in the first month of opening, will the business be booming?
Well thought out, one hundred acres of cherry radishes is enough for several restaurants in Jiang County to divide up for half a month.

There are "Old Youjia" sandy tomatoes, "Qingjiang Mo Song" and "Vanilla Ice Cream" honeydew melons with an income of tens of thousands per mu.

The villagers of the sixth, seventh, and eighth production teams of Yougoubian Village no longer take the "Meixiang" cherry radish seriously.

In order to save cherry radish seeds, You Yu erected a fence in her four-acre seedling shed, and sprinkled in the ten catties of cherry radish seeds she left last year.

It didn't rain in Guyu, and Zhou Baishan was slightly cold in the morning.

Yang Erwa's brother-in-law and parents are all busy in the mountains.

His family's Chaoyang sloping land has about [-] acres, and only more than half of it has been used to grow sweet potatoes this year.

"Erba's father, can we really sell the red sweet potatoes on our [-]-acre land for [-] cents a catty?"

Yang Erwa's mother planted red sweet potato vines for a while and beat her waist. She was obviously not in good health. People who are not yet 50 years old have worked so hard that their hair has turned gray.

"Didn't you make an agreement with the relatives of the Goddess of Wealth? There is nothing to worry about! Her fruit and vegetable company will also buy it for the same price." Father Yang, who is older than his wife, has quick hands and feet and a bit of strength. .

"Hey! I can't believe it until now. If everything is sold out, our family can sell for at least 6000 yuan. What kind of concept is this?"

So far, her family's deposits have not exceeded 1 yuan. Before the second child learns from a teacher, at the end of August every year, she has to go back to her natal family to borrow money to pay her child's tuition.

If it weren't for the fact that the family was too poor, she would not be willing to let Erwa go out and be a door-to-door son-in-law.

Mrs. Yang, who heard her parents-in-law's discussion, turned her head and said regretfully: "Mom, I heard that in Yougoubian Village, you can earn more than so much money by planting an acre of vegetable sprouts. It would be nice if our family also reincarnated in the plain and sandy land." Slightly."

"You want to be beautiful. Didn't Yougoubian Village only plant two hundred acres? If you want to plant thousands of acres of vegetable sprouts, see if it can be so valuable!"

Yang Yiwa dug the red soil fiercely. Planting red sweet potatoes was not tiring for him at all. As long as the red sweet potato vines survived, they didn't even need much management.

Father Yang spat a mouthful of saliva on his hand, and swung the hoe quickly and accurately: "Yiwa is right, let's get down to business and plant another [-] acres next year."

He is not that ambitious person, and he will not dislike Zhou Baishan who has lived for most of his life.

This year, he can finally stand upright and say that by farming, he can afford his youngest daughter to finish her Ph.D.

Later, I also sent my grandson to the county town to study in elementary school, high school, and college.

In another two years, the house at home will be repaired, so that the second child can be called a virtuous wife.

The Goddess of Wealth is really not what their family can imagine.

At the same time, Qipan Mountain and Bapan Mountain are about [-] kilometers away from Zhoubai Mountain.

There is only enough to plant [-] acres of sweet potato, and the villagers have successfully grown seedlings according to the standards of the fruit and vegetable company.

But this spring, the rainfall was so low that the county government asked the fire brigade for support. Two days ago, fire trucks were used to irrigate the slopes of Qipan Mountain and Bapan Mountain for a whole day.

Taking advantage of the soft and moist soil, more than 90 households are busy planting red sweet potato vines.

Xiaowei, a clerk of the poverty alleviation office in charge of this project, lived in Qipanshan during this period.

Before he came, he went to Yougoubian Village and consulted the sweet potato expert Grandpa You all afternoon.

I also took more than ten pages of notes on the purple-red vines of the sweet potato, as well as the precautions for transplanting and post-management.

As a supervisor, I only inspected one-third of the slope area, and found that some villagers were making up for it.

Xiao Wei stepped forward and shouted angrily: "Uncle, are you planting honey potato vines?"

The other party's eyes dodged, and he forced himself to argue, "It's not a sweet potato, but what is it?"

"Come on, folks, take a closer look at the sweet potato vines in your hands, and then at this uncle's house!"

Xiao Wei, who is in his early twenties, is young and energetic, but he is not used to the bad habits of this old bachelor.

He still remembers that when the seeds were distributed, this guy stalked him, crying and asking the Poverty Alleviation Office to focus on supporting his family.

Claiming that his family is the poorest poor household in Qipan Mountain, he and his blind father monopolize two acres of sweet potato seeds.

Now, she is actually playing tricks under his nose.

"Bai Huoshi (nickname, refers to someone who is ineffective, likes to talk big and brag), what are you doing? Isn't the watermelon sprout in your back?"

An old lady flipped the old bachelor's back and mercilessly exposed his lies.

"Huh? Didn't you receive 120 catties of red sweet potato mother and child last year?" This is a neighbor who secretly hates the old bachelor for robbing resources, but doesn't cherish it.

"I'm in my 40s. Seeing you tell lies all day, which one do you want to get rid of? Do you want to grow two acres of watermelon stalks (watermelon stalks with thin leaves and green vines) to feed pigs?"

The aunt refused to let her go, and immediately yelled.

After hearing the news, several elders from Qipanshan Village came to inspect the red sweet potato vines that Baihuoshi had just planted, and they were furious.

He was scolded at the head and face, and greeted several generations of his ancestors.

Bai Huoshi wiped the spittle off his face, and was forced to confess and be lenient.

(End of this chapter)