Rebirth Space Farming

Chapter 240
Just a few days before Xiaoxian sold straw mats and sold knowledge.One day in early August, Zhou Ziang came to the town of Uluksa (fictional) in the south of XJ, and he came with a letter of recommendation written by director Yu Gangyu of the Academy of Agricultural Sciences.

The mayor of Uruksa Town didn't take it seriously when it was replaced by a letter of recommendation from someone else, but the letter from the director was different.

Director Yu’s letter said: Zhou Ziang is a doctor of agriculture who returned from studying abroad in the United States. He has helped solve many pest and disease problems all over the country. If you encounter any problems, you can contact him directly.If there is no problem, then send Zhou Ziang to get in touch with the cotton farmers below to exchange experience and ideas on growing cotton.

After the mayor finished reading the letter, he asked Zhou Ziang to sit in the office, saying that he was looking for the old cotton farmers in the town to come over and take Zhou Ziang to look around.

From the south of China all the way to the Northwest, Zhou Ziang got a lot of tan, less bookish and more heroic.The frequent contact with farmers from all over the world made him understand a lot of experience that he could not learn in research institutes and books.

Peasants speak the most straightforward words. They think you speak well, so they give you a thumbs up and pat you on the shoulder, inviting you to have a bowl of wine at home.I thought you were not good, so I spit and greeted three generations of your ancestors by poking your spine, but after a day, you greeted people with smiles again.

Most of the genetically modified seeds imported from Monsanto to China have been changed by Zhou Ziang with the spring water in the space, and a small part is said to have been sold to retail investors in various places. Even if they are planted, The impact will not be too great.

XJ is the most remote place among the places he has been to.Originally, according to the itinerary that Meng San gave him, there was no need to go here, but Zhou Ziang thought that the agricultural planting in XJ was more distinctive than other areas, and his intuition told him that this area was worth a visit.

After getting off the plane from WLMQ, the eyes are full of XJ people with thick eyebrows, hook nose and long eyelashes.Local fruits, as well as raisins and naans sold all over the street, are all new to Zhou Ziang.

According to Yu Gang's suggestion, he came to the present town. It is said that Yu Gang worked as a local technician when he was young.

The mayor came back soon, but his face was a bit embarrassed, first he took out a box of cigarettes and handed it to Zhou Ziang.

Hearing from Zhou Ziang that he doesn't smoke, the mayor had no choice but to take back the cigarettes.

The mayor of Uruksa is in his 40s. His face is covered with spots due to the sun exposure all year round. He speaks loudly. After he is not able to speak Mandarin well, he speaks very slowly. He is a typical XJ local cadre. .

"Maiti said that the cotton farmers under him are growing very well in the cotton fields, and there is no need for technicians from outside to guide them," said the mayor of Maiti. It is also the largest cotton farmer in the town.

"Is there really no farmer who needs help?" Zhou Ziang didn't show any unpleasantness, but just asked again.

The mayor took out a cigarette but didn't smoke it, just flicked it on the back of his hand.He's hiding something.In fact, it's not that he concealed something, but Director Yu Gang knowingly committed a crime, so why did he let people come to their town.

I don't want to go to any town, but I want to go to Uruksa Town in the southern border of XJ. This town is different from other towns.

Yu Gang's letter said that the poor peasants in the town needed technical support, so Zhou Ziang was sent here.But this technician surnamed Zhou is too young, and he came back from overseas. According to the mayor and Ahmat, this kind of person should sit in the municipal office building, just like those Han civil servants. Blowing on the air-conditioning, sipping brewed Kung Fu tea, and reading a few newspapers, that's the way of working that suits people like them.

But how could the mayor say such things, the mayor, who often dealt with Han people, changed his way of speaking in a tactful way, roughly explaining the meaning clearly.

"If you really want to ask, there is also one family." The mayor wanted Zhou Ziang to retreat, so he reported the poorest cotton farmer in the town.

Zhou Ziang asked the name and address of the cotton farmer, and the name of the guest house in the town before leaving the town government.

He had only left for a while when a lean old man in a velvet flower cap wandered into the mayor's office.

"Going away?" The old cotton farmer Ahmaiti was carrying a hookah, with two swollen blisters and two puddles of old skin drooping under his eyes, like two dried dates.

"Young man, how could he leave so soon? It seems that he is going to live in the town for a while. I don't know if he will go to Zhou Qizheng's family." The mayor relayed what Zhou Ziang asked just now.

"Look for it, I've said it all, the land in southern Xinjiang was left to us by our ancestors, how can these Han people dictate what to do, if he really makes the next few fields of Zhou Qizheng's family produce cotton bolls Come on, I, Ahmaiti, will hand over the technology of planting long-staple cotton," Ahmaiti took a sip of the cigarette holder, and the slender white smoke entered his mouth, swirled around in his throat, and followed him The tall, thin, hooked nose sprayed out.

The mayor didn't speak, but he was still rubbing the cigarette case in his hand.

Zhou Ziang stayed in a guest house called "Manse".

Compared with the coastal and inland guest houses, the conditions of the guest houses in the northwest are much worse.

A single room with a size of seven or eight square meters, a bed plus a cabinet and TV, hot water supply in the morning and noon, it is the best hostel in the local area.

The mayor said that the local poor peasant named Zhou Qizheng, Zhou Ziang did not intend to visit immediately, listening to the tone of the mayor just now, the town of Uluksa may not be so simple, especially the old technician named Ahmaiti, Zhou Ziang plans to walk around the place now.

After placing the luggage, Zhou Ziang walked around the town of Uruksa. The daytime in XJ comes later than in other parts of the country, and people start to get busy later, and accordingly, the night also appears later.

Uluksa Town is not a tourist attraction like WLMQ or KS. It is just the most common cotton-producing town in southern Xinjiang, and there are no good-looking scenery around it.

Zhou Ziang originally thought so too, but after visiting the local streets, Zhou Ziang changed his mind.

Unlike other towns in southern Xinjiang, there are almost no Han people in Uluksa Town. The locals are full of Uighurs and Kazakhs, and they mainly eat halal food.But it is not difficult to eat meat. The proprietress of the Manse Guest House is a Han nationality, and she is good at cooking delicious braised dishes, especially chicken and duck.

In addition to the small number of Han people, Zhou Ziang also discovered a characteristic. The local cotton farmers are very wealthy. Basically, each family has two cars, a car and a cotton truck.

The cotton farmers in the town never worry about purchasing cotton. Every year during the cotton picking season, there will be special purchasers to purchase, and all the cotton picked by the cotton farmers will be sent to the agricultural processing company in Ahmaiti for unified transportation.

It is not the mayor who really speaks in the town, but Ahmat, who is said to be 60 years old, and his cotton plantation.

The news I heard was similar to what Zhou Ziang thought.He walked a lot in the town of Uruksa, and finally stopped on a street that was not considered prosperous.

There are few adults in XJ, the roads are wide and the houses are sparse, and it looks especially empty and lonely. Zhou Ziang, who is used to the crowded scene of BJ, really can't adapt to it for a while.

He remembered the poor family that the mayor had told him in the morning, and wanted to ask for directions, so he went to the poor peasant's house to sit for a while.

Stomach growled when it was very uncomfortable.Zhou Ziang shook his head helplessly. When he was at Yuntengmen, his cultivation level was already used to not eating close by.

It's just that after arriving here, skipping meals can easily cause misunderstandings from others, especially since my mother is eager for him to eat three more bowls every meal, and now I'm not used to skipping meals all at once.

"Delicious Bahari, fresh Bahari just out of the pan," a young girl dressed as a Uighur in her early teens pushed a car that didn't match her height. A tricycle wobbled along the street.

Zhou Ziang was feeling hungry, so he followed the little girl's cry and looked at her tricycle.

It was a poorly modified tricycle, with several rubber patches on the tires, and the paint leather on the outside of the car pockets was almost peeled off.

But none of these will be against the temptation of the steaming, fragrant pastry on the pocket of Ataining's tricycle.

The little girl sells a traditional Uighur pastry called Bahari. Zhou Ziang has seen it several times in WLMQ, but because of his busy schedule, he has not had time to eat it once.

This kind of Bahari is often seen all over the country, especially in the railway station area, but those are not authentic.

The Bahari sold on the tricycle is caramel-colored, with some chopped walnuts and raisins on the surface, like hair cake, but softer than hair cake.There is a rich taste of suet and milk in the mouth.

Hearing that someone called to stop the tricycle and wanted to buy a Bahari, the little girl hurriedly stopped the car.

"Give me a piece." Zhou Ziang glanced at the Bahari in the little girl's car. He hadn't used a knife yet, and it seemed that the business was not very good.

The little girl was stunned for a while, wondering if she didn't understand Zhou Ziang's words.

"Can't you understand Chinese?" The more you go to the interior of XJ, the more children who can't speak Chinese, which was very common in early 2000.

"I can speak Mandarin," the little girl replied hastily, fearing that she might miss the customer who came after so much effort.

Hearing her accent, Zhou Ziang seemed to be from the Shanghai area, but looking at her face, she was not an authentic Han. Her nose and eyes looked like a Han, but the skin color and the messy hair of a Uighur girl. Braid looks like another Uighur.

"How much do you want?" The little girl licked her lips. The strong sun and lack of water made her lips dry and cracked with several lines.

"Cut as much as you want," Zhou Ziang said casually, comparing the top Bahari.

Surprise flashed in the eyes of the little girl. She took out a cutting knife from the pocket of the car, and lifted off the transparent plastic sheet on the Bahari to keep out dust. Just as she was about to cut it off, the guests behind her spoke.

"Wait a minute." Zhou Ziang remembered something, and took out something from the bag behind him.

Hearing the cry, the cutting knife in the little girl's hand trembled, and the sharp cutting knife passed over a piece of Bahari and fell to the ground.

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