The Era of Hard Work

   Chapter 124 Manpower is sometimes exhausted (please subscribe)

   At the south entrance of Lujiacun Village, a gust of wind blew, bringing with it a stench. Lv Zhenlin looked at the garbage piled up on both sides of the road, his two thick eyebrows like swords furrowed tightly.

This year, the onion is cheap. The green onion of 1.67 meters is only three or four cents per catty, and the green onion that is 40 to 50 centimeters long is not wanted at all. both sides.

   The temperature has been cooled in the past two days, and there are no insulation measures such as piles of soil. The onions will freeze when the weather is cold, and then thaw when the sun comes out at noon, the onions will rot quickly, and the odor will not be suppressed.

   "Lu Kun!" Lu Zhenlin shouted to the person riding a tricycle, "You and Xiaojun cleaned up the rotten onions and threw them into the stinky ditch in the south."

   He greeted the accountant with a stack of red paper: "Come on, Lao Li, let's paste it!"

  Lv Zhenlin picked up the paste pot, took a broom and brushed the paste on the big tree at the south entrance of the village, took the long red paper handed over by Accountant Li, and posted it on the sturdy tree trunk.

   A line of block letters on red paper - it is strictly forbidden to throw green onions anywhere!

   Then, he went to another tree and posted a picture.

   "Throw the green onions in the south stinky ditch!"

   After posting these two pieces, Lu Zhenlin pinched his hands on his waist and looked at the slogan on the red paper. He didn't move for a while, feeling absurd in his heart. After half a year's hard work, the villagers had to use the slogan to stop them from throwing them everywhere...

  Lu Kun and Xiaojun put on big masks, put rotten onions into a tricycle, and headed south.

  Lv Zhenlin and Li Accountant continued to post signs, from the head of the village to the village, and they did not stop throwing onions everywhere. It didn't take long for the village to stink and no one could enter.

  I have learned a lesson in the past. The streets are covered with a layer of three or four centimeters thick green onion mud, which can not stop the stench in the winter.

   posted it in the middle of Jijie Street. When Lv Zhenlin saw someone came out with a bunch of 40 to 50 cm long shallots from his house, he hurriedly shouted, "Six sons, don't throw them on the street, but throw them into the river!"

   Six sons responded and pushed a trolley out of the house. The onions were packed in the bucket, and they were going to be thrown into the Qingzhao River.

   "Third Uncle." Sixth son glanced at the slogan posted by Lu Zhenlin: "It's not a good idea to just post these, our village still needs more than 100,000 catties of onions, and the traffickers who came to collect them today will only give them three-fifths..."

   Lu Zhenlin sighed: "What can I do? I planted a lot this year, and I have a good harvest. When I planted, I told you to be careful and take it easy, and no one would listen."

   Six sons were dejected: "I also want to make more income. Two of the family go to school, and there are two old people who don't want to make money. What should I do?"

  Lu Zhenlin was silent for a while, and then said, "Six sons, if you come to collect it again, you can sell it if you can. It's better than not even a dealer who doesn't take the family. This year's market is like this, and it's a little bit to be able to pay back."

   Six sons cried and said: "Three acres of onion, losing the money earned outside for half a year, what is this called."

  Lv Zhenlin has held three meetings in the village, and the loudspeaker shouts every day, but this kind of thing cannot be forced, most people want to save it, what if the price can be raised later?

  Qingzhao produces sweet green onions, but very few local people eat green onions, such as green onions in pancake rolls or green onion dipping sauces that are widely circulated in the outside world. Qingzhao people rarely eat them, green onions are not the main dish, and internal consumption is limited.

   Lu Zhenlin went all the way to the north, and when he encountered those who threw green onions, he would pack them up and throw them into the river.

   The upstream chemical plant discharges sewage and the villages along the river throw garbage. This is the biggest use of Qingzhao River in the past ten years.

   "Hey..." Accountant Li panicked: "Old Lu, why is it so difficult to shave food in the ground, when the market is good, the harvest is poor! After a bumper harvest, the market bottoms out."

   Lu Zhenlin found a stone in front of the door, sat down and rested, and said, "I called the old man. He knows a lot of people. Let's see if he can contact the acquisition company."

   He told the truth: "With such a big green photo, there is no formal company that deals in green onions. It all relies on people to come to collect it, and it's over with a little trouble."

  Some things, some words, can't be said, Lu Zhenlin can only manage 1/3 of the land in Lujia Village.

   But there are too many things that cannot be solved in Lujia Village.

Lv Zhenlin reiterated his old words: "If our village wants to get rid of this unfavorable situation, we have to develop a side business. I went out a few days ago, read a lot, and considered a few industries. Try to make a decision as early as possible, and start the spring after the year!"

   "Okay!" Accountant Li fully agreed, and he could only scrape food in the fields to make ends meet.

  If you want to be rich, you need to build roads first. The government has already built roads to the entrance of the village, so you always have to think about being rich.

  The sound of motorcycles in Jialing came from the south. Someone wearing military coats and helmets came from the south on a bicycle with a trailer. They stopped in front of Lv Zhenlin and Accountant Li to say hello.

After shouting   , Lu Dong looked at the slogan posted on the wall and didn't know what to say.

  From the university town to Lvjiacun, there are onions littered everywhere along the way, and the stench of onions begins to ferment in the air. Even he, who is used to smelling it since childhood, wears a special mask.

   Lu Dong asked: "Third grandpa, there are still many people in our village who haven't sold?"

Lu Zhenlin's two thick eyebrows quickly turned into pimples: "I saw the opportunity early, six or seven hundred yuan per mu, I sold it as soon as possible, and some were looking forward to the price increase. reluctant to sell.”

   Accountant Li shook his head: "It's too hard for farmers to make money."

Lu Zhenlin had already looked at Lu Dong in a different way, and said, "You should keep more snacks in the market of the university city, and if you meet a seller of green onion, ask the price more, and bring it back if you find a suitable one. Our village has more than 100,000 catties, and we can't sell it. , the New Year is not good."

   Lu Dong replied, "I know."

   went back to the old street to move the goods, and Lu Dong was also thinking about this problem. There are many people growing green onions on the old street, and there are many people who have not sold them and waited for the price to rise.

   Like the Seventh Aunt, he planted two acres of land.

Lu Dong was carrying the goods and thought of some useful information. Later, Qingzhao planted green onions with a wider area and a larger output, but the price was generally stable. On the one hand, large-scale planting reduced costs, on the other hand, it seemed to open a new market.

  It is close to the overseas market of Taidong.

  Lü Dong recalled carefully, he seemed to have heard people say more than once that Taidong green onions were exported a lot later, and with government subsidies and minimum insurance, the planting area has been expanding.

He heard someone tell a story that he didn't know whether it was true or false. He said that a person from Qingshao Production Cong Omura went to Japan for a trip. He saw a rectangular box with a particularly beautiful package and a low price in the duty-free shop at the airport, and bought it as a souvenir. When I came back, some people who knew English when I came back to the village found that it said "Virtue, Indian Tea, Enna". I quickly opened it and took a look. There were six green onions with the leaves cut off. I took a bite and tasted it. onion!

   This shows from the side that green onions have opened up the Japanese and Korean markets.

  Import and export trade is not something ordinary people can do, and there is no formal green onion trading company or cooperative in Quanqingzhao.

   When Lu Dong returned to the university town, he wondered if there were any companies doing green onion export trade at this stage, but he was completely blank in this regard.

   Maybe you can ask Lao Du? Lao Du's family is engaged in business, I don't know if they know anyone in this field?

   Ask and talk.

   Lu Dong returned to the university town, finished unloading the car with Qiao Weiguo, and went to the public telephone booth to call Du Xiaobing. As expected, Du Xiaobing was soaking in the art school. After receiving the call, he came to the market side after a few meetings.

   "Old Du, are we a 24-hour nanny?" Lu Dong handed him a maza.

  Du Xiaobing sat opposite Lu Dong and said, "How can it be so exaggerated, at most 12 hours."

   Lu Dong asked: "It's been almost half a year, isn't it? Haven't let go?"

  Du Xiaobing said, "Sincere and sincere, gold and stone are open." He glanced at the booth and found that Lv Dong's table occupied two large booths, and asked: "The girl who sells tofu brains quit?"

   "I'm going to get married, so I quit." Lu Dong turned to the topic: "Lao Du, you are from Quannan, you have a wide range of people, do you know anyone who is engaged in import and export trade?"

   He roughly told Du Xiaobing about the green onion.

  Du Xiaobing shook his head: "I'll ask my cousin." He did what he said. He took out his phone and called.

   Lu Dong asked, "Cousin who lent you money?"

  Du Xiaobing said with a smile: "I'm just a cousin. After graduation, I started my own business."

  The two chatted for a while. Du Xiaobing's cell phone rang and hung up quickly after connecting. He said to Lu Dong, "My cousin knows a few friends who do import and export trade, but they don't do agricultural products."

   Lu Dong said: "This matter is not easy to handle. Quan Qingzhao doesn't know how many green onions cannot be sold."

  Du Xiaobing has some sympathy: "Listen to you, it's really hard for farmers."

   "It's not easy in urban and rural areas." Lu Dong thought of the general environment of this era: "There are also a lot of laid-offs in the city. As long as the rural areas are willing to do it, at least they can be self-sufficient..."

  After Du Xiaobing left, Lu Dong called Director Zhao again to see if Yang Liewen had any channels.

"I can't help it, the leaders have been worried about their meals lately." Director Zhao said on the phone: "Qingzhao scallions, Ningxiu is authentic. Ningxiu is the largest producer of scallions, and two-thirds of the town's backlog of scallions cannot be sold. go out."

   Lu Dong knew that Yang Liewen had no way out, so he said a few words and hung up the phone.

   Later, he called Fang Yan, Brother Niu, and Tang Wei. Brother Niu knew someone who was engaged in the import and export of agricultural products, and he also asked for help. They said that the order for green onions was full.

  Fang Yan also asked a few questions about the relationship, and the green onions that are engaged in the foreign trade of agricultural products have long since been harvested.

   Lu Dong has asked all the places that he can ask, and the people or companies who have been asked to ask questions have long stopped accepting onions.

  Through Mr. Zhao, he knew that the town and county had made a lot of efforts, but the results were better than nothing.

  In this environment, some things are really beyond human ability.

   After three consecutive days of inquiries to no avail, Lu Dong was fully aware of one thing. A considerable part of Qingzhao's green onions this year may have rotted away.

At the    booth, Lao Liu came over and asked, "Lu Dong, do you grow green onions at home?"

   Lu Dong said, "No, I asked the people in the village." He knew that Lao Liu had been looking at it for the past two days and asked, "Have you planted it in your family? Have you sold it?"

   "No." Lao Liu picked up his sleeves in the cold wind: "It hasn't been sold long ago, no one will take it."

   He knew what Lu Dong was doing when he was not busy recently, and said, "Lu Dong, sometimes the manpower is exhausted."

   Lu Dong repeated this sentence: "Manpower is sometimes exhausted, indeed."

  Sometimes, you can't overestimate your abilities.

   (end of this chapter)