If you don't work hard to farm, you can only be a wealthy young grandmother

Chapter 8 There is a problem with the soil in the village
The uncle and nephew immediately became angry with the enemy. Director Qiu had already handed over the captains of the other teams, and now he smiled and joked a little relaxedly:

"Captain Xie, since this girl belongs to your family, I'll leave it to you!"

Xie Nanbei was a little embarrassed, but luckily his face was so dark that nothing could be seen on it:
"Director Qiu, don't worry."

The handover has been completed, and everyone is naturally busy rushing back to the team. Director Qiu waved his hand:
"Okay, you all go back first, remember to come to town for a meeting next Tuesday."

From the county to the commune is a tractor, but from the commune to the village is an ox cart.

Khan, those girls who were disgusted before, probably even more disgusted now?

Fortunately, those few were assigned to other teams, otherwise, Xie Nanbei would have a headache.

On the bullock cart, the four educated youths looked at me and I looked at you. In the end, it was the male educated youth who took the lead in introducing himself:
"My name is Sun Bo, a native of Beicheng, 21 this year."

After finishing speaking, another male educated youth followed suit:
"Qian Zheng, from Beicheng, twenty."

It was quite crisp and neat, and his voice was light, but if you look closely, you can see that this person is probably not simple, at least, ordinary families cannot raise such an expensive person.

Xie Yan withdrew his gaze and looked at it. In fact, he only looked at it for less than two seconds:
"My name is Xie Yan. Although I come from Beicheng, this is my hometown. I just turned nineteen."

Sun Bo suddenly said wow:

"Indigenous, Comrade Xiao Xie, from now on, thanks for taking care of me!"

"Good to say."

Seeing that the two chatted now, the last female educated youth who hadn't introduced herself hurriedly said:

"You guys can talk after I finish. My name is Li Haiyue, from Beicheng, and I'm seventeen this year."

Xie Yan also remembered, isn't this Li Haiyue the little girl who ran up to her on the train to ask her?

Unexpectedly, they really got together.

I have to say, this fate is really wonderful!
They are all from Beicheng, and they are about the same age, so they became familiar with each other after chatting.

On the bullock cart, chattering and laughing kept going.

While the other three were chatting, Xie Yan also chatted with Xie Nanbei:
"Third Dad, how is our team's harvest?"

Xie Nanbei sighed:
"Don't mention it, every year is not as good as one year."

"how come?"

The period of the Great Famine has long passed, and now it is 75 years, and the college entrance examination will resume in two years, so everything should get better and better!
"It's not just Xiejia Village, but other surrounding villages are also like this. People in Kangjia Dam starved to death last year."

This situation is really serious!
The county also sent people down to look at it, but they didn't see any tricks.

On the contrary, some old people said that they offended the mountain god, and the mountain god condemned him, that's why it happened like this.

Naturally, Xie Nanbei would not believe this nonsensical rhetoric. To put it bluntly, it was feudal superstition.

There must be something wrong, but I just haven't figured out the problem yet.

Xie Yan was also thinking about this:

"Third dad, can you tell me what's wrong?"

"How can this be bad? No matter what you plant, not many of them die!
You little girl, why are you asking this? "

Xie Yan's eyes flickered slightly:

"Third Dad, haven't you ever thought that the cause of this may be a problem with the soil?"

Ok?
"What's wrong with this soil? Isn't it planted like this for generations? What else can go wrong?"

"Of course there are problems. First of all, the pH of the soil is a big problem!

(End of this chapter)