Rebirth Space Farming

Chapter 244 Miraculous Soil (Addition of 10 powders)
Anyone who has been to XJ Uruksa knows that the local soil is highly salinized.

When XJ was first liberated, the land reclamation corps came one after another.

The older generation of Uyghurs still remember that those young people who came in dark green military uniforms only picked those flat and large areas of wasteland.When spring came, they dug wells, attracted snow water from the southern foot of Tianshan Mountain, and watered the saline-alkali land to reduce the alkalinity of the soil.

Then the entire field of rapeseed was planted to improve the soil. After the summer, the rows of rapeseed were cut down by rice threshers, and then planted with sunflowers as green manure.

The sun was shining, and the salt in the soil, like dandruff, floated on the soil and was scraped away.

And with various green manure, livestock manure, and straw, after a whole generation, only those dark green military uniforms faded to gray-green, or even gray.

The land is really called the land, which can multiply and grow endlessly. The industrious locals have planted various economic crops such as cotton and grapes on the improved land.

At that time, the whole people cooperated and there was no barrier between ethnic groups, which is no longer seen in the town of Uruksa today.

In the broken cotton fields of several acres of base fields, there are rows of cotton trees drooping, and a few fist-sized cotton bolls are pitifully hanging on the branches. Looking at it from a distance, it seems that there is no love from parents, with a clear nose the waif.

The recent drought and the weather, which has not seen rain for a long time, made the cotton farmers in the town very anxious, and the poor farmer Zhou Qizheng was the most anxious.

Zhou Qizheng had no choice but to bear the title of poor peasant, which should have disappeared before and after liberation.

He would leave home almost every afternoon, carrying buckets of water to and from the cotton fields.Cotton is not a water-loving crop, and it may not be completely dry. Sufficient sunshine in summer is the most important time for cotton bolls.

"What's the problem? I've watered and fertilized, why can't I grow good cotton." Cotton farmer Zhou Qizheng squatted on the field ridge, inserted his fingers into his hair, and messed it up.

Zhou Qi, a down-and-out cotton farmer in Uluksa Town, has a square face. He is not muscular but is still solid. When he walks, people can vaguely tell that he is a veteran.

After graduating from high school, he signed up to support the XJ Corps with full of enthusiasm. After five years of support, he married a local Uyghur woman and settled down in Uluksa.

Although the last batch of supporting veterans had warned him when they left, Uruksa is the land of the Uighurs, and without the Corps, it would be difficult for him, a Han veteran, to survive.

At that time, Zhou Qizheng, a good land reclamation expert, did not believe in evil. He only believed that "hard work will make you rich." As long as you give him land, no matter how severely salinized and desertified the land is, he can transform it into a rich and valuable field. "

The unsatisfactory things are like the Han people who want to leave Uruksa, one crop after another.

His daughter Palidan was born, but his wife contracted a chronic disease because of carelessness in giving birth to the child. She ran out of retirement benefits and couldn't find a decent job.After much deliberation, he still planned to plant cotton fields, so he went to the mayor to sign a contract for three acres of land.

When Zhou Qizheng proposed which three acres of land he wanted, everyone in Uruksa laughed at him.He asked for the most barren land in the whole town, completely sandy soil.

Sandy soil is the most suitable for growing cotton. That was what an expert surnamed Yu in the Corps told Zhou Qizheng before he left.Zhou Qizheng kept that sentence firmly in his heart, but five years had passed since he contracted the cotton field, and the quality of the cotton and bolls he planted every year was the worst.

During the cotton picking season, the Uighurs in the town had to hire someone to help pick the cotton fields. As for his cotton field, he picked it all with just one hand.

His sensible daughter, Pa Lidan, secretly went to other people's cotton fields to help pick cotton bolls without telling him.Thinking of his daughter, who was half shorter than the cotton tree, in the scorching sun, with his face up, tiptoe, reaching for the cotton bolls, Zhou Qizheng wanted to give himself two slaps.

The idea of ​​leaving Uluksa and going to other places to make a living has appeared in Zhou Qizheng's mind more than once, but thinking about his wife Guliaza's body, Zhou Qizheng hesitated again.

"Father," the voice of daughter Palidan floated from the other side of the field.Zhou Qizheng stood up hastily when he heard the cry.

In the morning, he made a Bahari and asked his daughter to go out on a bicycle to sell it. Logically speaking, he should have not come back by this time.Zhou Qizheng was also very helpless about letting his daughter peddle along the street. His identity and terrible cotton-growing skills made the entire Uruksa people dislike him.

The daughter came to call someone at this time, nothing more than something happened to the wife or that wicked woman Jiwa came to abduct her son again.

After squatting on the field stalks for a long time, Zhou Qi heard his daughter's cry, and was anxious again. When he stood up abruptly, his head became dizzy and his eyes darkened for a while. When his mind and eyes were not clear, his daughter Pali Dan has already brought a young man to the field ridge.

"Comrade Zhou, right? I'm a technician from the town," the shoes creaked as they stepped on the sandy soil.A technician from town?

Hmph, I didn't come to see his jokes. When he lowered his face several times and went to ask the big cotton farmer Ahmaiti for advice, the other party just tapped the ash with a hookah pipe, and Gu Zi stuffed tobacco in the pipe, "This It is the town of Uruksa, and the gods from the Tianshan Mountains protect the people of Uruksa, and your fields are only worthy of growing cotton that is cheaper than stones."

"Father, Uncle Zhou is a good man, he said the Bahari you made is delicious," Palidan blushed, her previous panic had been completely replaced by joy.

Uncle Zhou?He also has the same surname. Since he lived in Uruksa Town, he has not heard the surname of the Han people for many years.

The vigilance in his heart became weaker. Zhou Qi was touching his coat pocket, only to find an empty cigarette case. The last cigarette had been smoked on the ground just now.

Zhou Ziang was also looking at Zhou Qizheng, he was not a lazy guy, but he was a hardworking and pragmatic person after listening to his wife, daughter and the piece of Bahari that had been digested in his stomach.People who are honest and willing to work, how can they not grow cotton.

Under the ridge, the three-acre cotton field became the best answer.

Before "this soil quality" entered Xinjiang, director Yu Gang personally handed over a soil analysis report on XJ to Zhou Ziang.

Uluksa belongs to southern Xinjiang, and the soil is mostly sandy soil.

Sandy soil is not suitable for most crops.However, for cotton planting, the physical properties of this soil are the best. The so-called gold soil for cotton planting is a mixture of 6 parts sand and 4 parts mud.

"It's sandy soil. Dr. Yu Gangyu, the current director of the China Agricultural Academy, said that this soil can grow the best cotton." Zhou Qizheng still stubbornly believes in these acres of land. Back then, he was in charge of accompanying director Yu Gang. After traveling through most of XJ, regardless of whether it is northern or southern Xinjiang, the only thing Director Yu Gang praised for the quality of the cotton-growing soil was the few acres of land they stepped on.

"I'm not saying Director Yu Gang is wrong. With his professional knowledge, he shouldn't make a mistake. The condition of the soil will change with the passage of time. If Director Yu Gang sees the current land The condition of the soil, his judgment will be the same as mine, this place is no longer suitable for growing cotton." Zhou Ziang could see that this simple man had always regarded Yu Gang's words as the last straw, pinning all his hopes on this place. In a few acres of sandy land, my own judgment may shatter Zhou Qizheng's last belief in growing cotton, but he still has to tell the truth.

There is nothing wrong with a man, a father, clinging to his beliefs and insisting on one thing, but if he can't even take care of his wife and children's livelihood, then he is undoubtedly dereliction of duty.

"Impossible, how could Director Yu say that? He is a person who is responsible for what he says and does. When I discussed with him to stay in XJ to grow cotton, he also encouraged me to stay." Zhou Qizheng couldn't believe Zhou Ziang After saying those words, his body was swinging like a bleak fallen leaf.

"Uncle, my father fertilizes every winter, and then waters it every day. He loves the cotton field more than anyone else in the town. Why can't cotton be grown here?" There is injustice.

Although Palidan was young, when she was helping to pick cotton bolls in other people's cotton fields, she watched those cotton farmers cut down the cotton trees indiscriminately and pile them aside.

It doesn't look like my own father, who loves almost every cotton tree in the cotton field like a child.

"Palidan, have you ever tried fetching water with a bamboo basket?" Zhou Ziang didn't want to use blunt botanical terms to prevaricate this innocent girl. The suffering of life should not dampen a child's thirst for knowledge.

"Is it a basket for eggs? How can it be used to lift water? The water will leak out," Palidan couldn't understand. How could this smart-looking uncle ask such a stupid question? Abu Dan knew that bamboo baskets could not be used to carry water.

"The few acres of land in your family is like a bamboo basket, and the fertilizer your father used is like water." Zhou Ziang stroked Pa Lidan's little head, and then asked Zhou Qizheng, "Are you on the ground?" Did you apply a lot of phosphorus, potassium and zinc fertilizers?"

"Yes, cotton likes potassium fertilizer the most. I spend a lot of fertilizer every year, whether it's chemical fertilizer or bio-fertilizer made by myself." Zhou Qi really put a lot of thought into this cotton field.

"But in the current soil, there is no potassium fertilizer at all, and the rest of the phosphorus and zinc fertilizers are very little." Zhou Ziang squeezed the sandy soil with his fist and squeezed it between his fingers, "say, You should understand."

Zhou Qi was stunned on the spot.

"Not only the few acres of land, but also the hillside on the side. All the soil is short of fertilizer, so I said that it is not suitable for growing cotton, or any other crops. If you don't believe it, you can choose Send some soil samples to the WLMQ laboratory for inspection." Zhou Ziang said regretfully, Pa Lidan looked at her father, and she said softly, "It's not like that."

Zhou Qizheng waved his hand, walked over to hold his daughter's hand, and walked heavily across the field. On the cotton trees in the cotton field, the blue cotton bolls were dim.

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