Return to the small mountain village in 1986

Chapter 545 Selling Oranges and Letters

At this time, Xiaofu Mountain ushered in the first fruit harvest. Chen Dasong called a few familiar people, and they were all busy at the top of the hill where orange trees were planted.

There are two varieties of orange trees planted by Gao Mingcheng, one is the sugar orange that Xiao Jinfeng got originally, and the other is the local tangerine, both of which are now ripe.

Jiangxi is also a major province that produces citrus, and the reputation of Nanfeng tangerines is not small at all. Although their local tangerines are not as famous as Nanfeng tangerines, they are more adapted to the local soil and climate and are larger in size. .

Sugar oranges are small, but have thin skin and are juicy, while local tangerines are large, but have thick skin and more obvious veins, but are equally delicious.

And another advantage of thick skin is that it is easier to store and less likely to be crushed during transportation.

Gao Mingcheng parked the tractor directly at the foot of Xiaofu Mountain so that he could transport the oranges later.

The wind blowing in the face was cold, but the sun above his head was still bright and warm, so Gao Mingcheng took off the rabbit skin hat and hung it on the armrest of the tractor.

He walked all the way towards the orange tree.

Xiaofu Mountain has a total area of ​​nearly 300 acres. Except for the top of the mountain that is not suitable for planting, there are still about 280 acres of mountainous land planted with various fruit trees.

As for citrus trees, an average of forty or fifty can be planted in one acre of land. However, Gao Mingcheng planted relatively sparsely, about forty trees. After the batch of sugar oranges were planted, there was a certain mortality rate. Today, only 40 citrus trees are still alive. Ninety-eight, the rest are local tangerines. Most of these tangerine trees are fruit seedlings bought from Shimen Village, and there are more than ten fruit seedlings that Gao Mingcheng originally bought from the market.

All in all, there are more than 400 local tangerine trees.

Next to the orange trees, there are more than ten grapefruit trees.

Pomelos are also bearing fruit this year, but the amount of fruit per tree is not large. Some only have two or three fruits, and some have a little more, as many as seven or eight.

At this time, the skin of the grapefruit has not completely turned yellow, and the color is green. This kind of grapefruit matures late, and the skin is particularly thick. Compared with those famous varieties, the taste is slightly sour, but the fruity flavor is very rich.

In the local winter, most people have a pickled vegetable on their dining table, which is pickled grapefruit peels.

Wash the grapefruit peel, cut it into thin slices, then soak it in boiling water overnight to remove the astringency, and then soak it in cold water three or four times. During this period, you must squeeze out the water from the grapefruit peel every time you change the water. Until the bitter taste of the grapefruit peel itself is completely removed.

Next, you only need to add minced garlic, chopped pepper and other seasonings to cool and marinate, and then you can eat it.

This pickled grapefruit peel is the best side dish to go with porridge or rice noodles.

Passing through the grapefruit trees, you will reach the area where orange trees are planted.

Gao Mingcheng saw that Chen Dasong and the others were still busy picking fruits, and the bamboo basket at their feet was already full of oranges.

When I usually eat oranges by myself, if it is more convenient, I can just reach out and grab them from the branches, but in this way, most of the places where the orange peels are connected will break.

In order to look good and save easily, you have to use scissors to cut the oranges. However, this will slow down the picking process.

Chen Dasong lowered his head and picked oranges carefully. When he put the oranges in his hands into the bamboo basket, he looked up and saw Gao Mingcheng.

He immediately said with a smile: "Mingcheng, early in the morning, I called for people to pick. By now, I think they have almost picked."

Gao Mingcheng glanced at the full bamboo basket, and then said: "We don't have such a big scale at home, so I would rather pick more than less."

"By the way, Uncle Chen, how many fruits does this orange tree bear?" Gao Mingcheng asked.

Chen Dasong said: "It's hard to say. Some trees bear more dense fruit. I estimate it can weigh twenty or thirty kilograms. Some trees bear less fruit, about ten kilograms at most."

Gao Mingcheng was not surprised when he heard this. He had roughly come up with such an answer during the previous visual inspection.

It’s not that the yield of the orange trees is low, it’s that his orange trees are still small!

His orange tree is a native species and will grow taller as it gets older, so he didn't plant it so densely.

If it is a dwarf variety from later generations, eighty orange trees can be planted in one acre of land!

Dwarfing has the benefit of dwarfing, but native species also have the benefits of native species. When the tree is old enough, the yield of a tree can reach hundreds of kilograms!

By then, one tree will bear three to four hundred kilograms of fruit, and his more than five hundred trees will be able to create a lot of economic value.

Of course, I can only think about it now, but this year I can only weigh ten pounds, but next year I can weigh thirty or forty pounds!

Gao Mingcheng was optimistic and picked up a pair of scissors to pick oranges together.

After picking for more than ten minutes, someone suddenly shouted: "There are no bamboo baskets and bags!"

Gao Mingcheng remembered the woven bag he bought at the cooperative before and put it in the truck compartment, so he said, "I'll get it!"

He quickly went down the mountain to get it and helped put the extra oranges into the woven bag.

This time Gao Mingcheng estimated that the quantity was enough, so he said: "Okay, let's pick these for today. If we want to pick again next time, everyone will come to help."

As soon as Gao Mingcheng spoke, the others put down their work and helped move the picked oranges down the mountain.

Gao Mingcheng was also moving oranges, and asked Chen Dasong how much wages he promised to everyone.

Chen Dasong said: "I have only been busy for a while, so just give me one yuan per person. I am afraid that you need it urgently, otherwise my family can pick it."

This time Chen Dasong called three people from the village to come. They were all middle-aged women who worked quickly. Women could pick oranges faster than men, which was good. They just had less strength and were difficult to move. Go down the mountain.

Gao Mingcheng said: "Okay, I will give them the wages later. As for the remaining oranges, you can pick some at home when you are free. I guess the oranges should be easy to sell, but I have no experience. Then I decided to pick a thousand kilograms and sell them."

Chen Dasong immediately nodded in agreement.

But Chen Dasong has a lot of things to do, because in a few days, it will be Xiao Xuxu's first birthday party, and Chen Dasong has to be responsible for killing sheep and chickens.

After loading all the oranges into the car one by one, Gao Mingcheng estimated that they should weigh more than one thousand kilograms. But this weight is nothing to a tractor. Today's tractors are rough in shape, heavy in weight, and consume diesel fuel, but they are also powerful and can easily run when pulling something over two thousand kilograms.

Gao Mingcheng stacked the oranges and left some space for other goods.

Gao Mingcheng settled the wages and went to the field to get some edible vegetables, including lettuce, red cabbage, celery, etc.

After the matter was done, Gao Mingcheng did not stay in the village longer. Instead, he said to Chen Dasong: "I will come back on the morning of the 18th to pick up the sheep and chickens. Then you and others will pack them up for me early in the morning. Slaughter the sheep. Do you dare? If not, go to Junling and ask the fat man to kill you."

The fat man in Junling is a butcher, good at slaughtering cattle, sheep and pigs.

Naturally, this butcher had no shortage of meat to eat, so he grew fatter than others. Over time, he got the nickname Fat Man.

When Chen Dasong heard this, he hurriedly patted his chest and said: "Why spend this money! I can kill! What's so difficult about it? Let the brothers Duofu and Duoxi tie up the sheep, and I will use the butcher's knife." Just poke it!” Gao Mingcheng has a set of pig-killing tools at home, so Chen Dasong doesn’t feel the need to hire extra help.

That's not necessary!

Gao Mingcheng was generous, but Chen Dasong saved things for him!

If you invite a butcher, you have to pay for it, and you have to give some sewer and other things.

Gao Mingcheng was also afraid that Chen Dasong couldn't get it, so he said this. Now that Chen Dasong said he could do it, Gao Mingcheng would naturally not insist on inviting the butcher.

"Okay, you can do whatever you want. Please help me put these woven bags in the utility room for later use. I'll go back to the county first." Gao Mingcheng pointed to the woven bags on the ground. There were more than a hundred of them.

Chen Dasong nodded, bent down and picked it up.

After saying goodbye to everyone, Gao Mingcheng was about to leave, but at this time, he saw three dogs surrounding him, oh no, it was five dogs!

The two little black dumplings also followed Dahuang!

Perhaps Rhubarb's milk was good, and the little black dumpling was chubby and looked very cute. Gao Mingcheng couldn't help but masturbate, and then the big dog also masturbated. Gao Mingcheng said to the dogs: "Today I'm in a hurry, so I won't play with you anymore. I'll give you meat to eat next time I come back."

The black tiger and the elf didn't know whether they understood or not, so they barked in a low and human voice.

After saying goodbye to the dog, Gao Mingcheng started the tractor and headed towards the county.

When passing through Xing'an Mountains, he took a bag of clothes back to sell. In this way, his tractor is already fully loaded.

Gao Shouwang helped load the goods onto the truck bed. When he saw the rabbit skin hat on Gao Mingcheng's head, he smiled and said, "What beautiful craftsmanship is this? It's pretty good!"

Gao Mingcheng touched the hat on his head and said: "It's pretty good. The wind can't blow through it. As long as the wind doesn't hit your head, you'll be warm! Haha."

The two chatted for a while and agreed to pick up the next batch of goods in a few days. Then Gao Mingcheng continued to the county.

First, he went to Xiao Jinfeng's transportation company. When the oranges were unloaded and weighed, Gao Mingcheng realized that he had picked more than 1,200 kilograms of oranges in total.

Although a thousand kilograms were agreed upon, the excess was nothing at all. Xiao Jinfeng bought them all at once. As long as there were channels, more than a thousand kilograms of oranges could be quickly dispersed.

The transportation company has a wide range of business. Previously, Xiao Jinfeng went to Guangdong to buy authentic sugar oranges. After they were sent here, they were easy to sell even at a high price. But in the end, Xiao Jinfeng settled the accounts and found that it would be better to go to Shandong. Make money pretending to be an apple.

Because there are local oranges here in Jiangxi, but there are no apples, and apples can be stored longer and sell for a higher price.

The main meaning is peace and tranquility. Every Chinese New Year, richer families always buy some apples to put on the plate.

Xiao Jinfeng looked at the oranges that had just been picked from the trees and said to Gao Mingcheng: "Your output of oranges is average. Otherwise, if you sell them in the north, the profit will be higher!"

There are oranges in the south and tangerines in the north. There are no apples in the south, but there are no oranges in the north either. Packing oranges from the south and selling them in the north has been a thing since ancient times.

Gao Mingcheng said: "I still have more than 5,000 kilograms of oranges on my trees. After next year, the total output will be much more."

Xiao Jinfeng thought for a while and simply said: "Okay, I'll just pick the more than five thousand kilograms of your apples at once, and I'll transport them to the north in one go, and then come back in exchange for a cart of apples."

"Okay, but I don't have time these days. After my son's first birthday party is over, I will go back to the village to pick oranges." Gao Mingcheng said.

So the two agreed that Gao Mingcheng would go back to the clothing store with his things.

Because he didn't stay in Gaojia Village for long, it was only one o'clock in the afternoon when Gao Mingcheng came back. He hadn't had lunch and his stomach was growling with hunger.

Even Duo Mei heard his stomach growl!

Duo Mei said speechlessly: "Why don't you have lunch in the village and then come back?"

Gao Mingcheng went to get the food left for him and said, "Send the oranges to Brother Xiao as soon as possible so that he can arrange the delivery by car."

If he shipped the goods now, he would be able to reach the provincial capital in the evening, and his batch of oranges would be sold on the streets of the provincial capital early tomorrow morning.

Many beauties knew that business was important, so they didn't say anything more so as not to disturb Gao Mingcheng's meal.

There were no customers in the store at the moment, so Gao Shufang and Zhang Jinling went to take out Gao Shouwang's batch of goods and hang them on the shelves.

The creases of winter cotton-padded clothes are not obvious, and they stretch out after being hung up and shaken.

With this sack of new goods, the goods in the store look much more complete.

But Gao Shufang knew that the best-selling items in the store were almost gone. But she couldn't urge her second brother to go to Yangcheng to get the goods.

Even if Gao Shouwang makes ready-made clothes based on the goods from Yangcheng, the texture and cut of the fabric are different. Those who are willing to spend money to buy clothes can tell them apart at a glance.

Gao Shufang didn't urge him, but Gao Mingcheng knew it, but there were a lot of things going on recently, and he didn't have enough time to do it.

But after Gao Mingcheng finished his meal, a postman came to deliver the letter.

Still two letters!

Gao Shufang was the first to receive the letter. After looking at the envelope, she immediately said loudly: "Second brother, the letter written by Fan Licheng for you has arrived, and there is another letter written by Wanwan!"

Gao Shufang first handed the letter written by Fan Licheng to Gao Mingcheng, and then opened the letter written by Deng Wanwan. At this time, many beauties came over to read it together.

Gao Shufang and Du Mei often exchanged letters with Deng Wanwan, and their feelings for each other seemed to have deepened during this exchange.

After reading the letter, Gao Shufang and Duo Mei were very happy. Deng Wanwan wrote about her current situation and some interesting things in the letter. Then he said that he would come back to celebrate the New Year this year, and when he returned to the county, he would come to the clothing store to meet everyone.

It has been more than a year since Deng Wanwan left.

Although everyone knew through exchanges of letters that Deng Wanwan was doing well in the capital, seeing was believing and hearing was false. It would be better to meet and chat.

At this time, Gao Mingcheng had also read the letter written to him by Fan Licheng.

The content was somewhat beyond his expectation.

This year's winter vacation, Fan Licheng will not go to Fan Chengyao's place to celebrate the New Year, but will go to the home of a retired university professor to study!

It is said that Fan Licheng was discovered by a retired university professor because of his excellent academic performance and precocious personality, so he hoped that Fan Licheng would study with him to see if he could be admitted to the junior class of the University of Science and Technology of China in the future.

As soon as the words "Junior Class" came out, the scumbag Gao Mingcheng was instantly killed.

(End of this chapter)