Hello, 1983

After eating and drinking, everyone worked together to return all the borrowed tables, chairs, benches, pots and pans, and each carried half a pot of leftovers and folded them, and went home happily.

These days, some food is good. Who cares about what is unsanitary and unsanitary. The hoisin dish is hot, and it is more delicious to eat.

Liu Qingshan also led the fourth child and specially sent some to Shanxing's house, and found that Qian Yuzhen had already fallen asleep on the kang, and felt a lot more at ease.

So she didn't disturb her, gave the leftovers to Shan Xing, left her sister and her friends to play here, and went home to rest.

I've been tossing around for several days, and I'm really tired.

After taking a nap, after dinner, some young men and women who didn't have a family came over one after another, looking at the posture, they were preparing to make a bridal chamber.

"Uncle Pole, you are so old, why are you joining in the fun?"

At a glance, Liu Qingshan saw Zhang Pangzi with a hippie and smiling face in the crowd.

"Hey, I've never been married, and I'm considered a young man. Besides, I've lived with Wenxue for several years in the North and South Kangs, and the revolutionary friendship is as deep as the sea."

Zhang Ganzi, a nearly forty-year-old errand runner, even pretended to be a young man.

Liu Qingshan pouted: Sure enough, people who are the most cheap are invincible.

So he put a pack of cigarettes in his pocket and walked directly to the old party secretary's house in the front yard. He didn't want to see the eldest sister and the two being tossed by these people.

After entering the house, I found that there were still several villagers hanging out in the yard, including the kidnapper's grandfather, the captain's uncle, Da Zhangluo, the boss's uncle and others.

That's how the villagers are. After eating, they like to get together, old and young, and they will gather at different people's homes.

After throwing a circle of cigarettes, Liu Qingshan also grabbed a small bench and sat there to listen to the chat.

Seeing Liu Qingshan, the topic gradually shifted to those foreign chickens in his family.

When Uncle Boss used to be in the production team, he had to drive a large carriage to the county town several times every year. He had seen more of the world than ordinary villagers. He took a puff of cigarette and said:

"Qingshan, can you borrow the two foreign roosters from your family for two days?"

Da Zhangluo, who was next to him, joked directly: "What's the matter, boss, you are useless now, are you going to borrow seeds, and you want a daughter of the Seven Immortals?"

The uncle of the boss was only in his early forties, and for some reason, the family gave birth to six daughters in a row.

According to the old saying, this is a crime against the Seven Fairies. You have to have seven daughters before you can hope to have a child.

It's normal for the villagers to joke around, and the boss doesn't care: "I'm not thinking about it. The egg production rate of foreign hens is high. I'll raise some two bunches to raise them. Maybe I can lay more eggs in the coming year."

Everyone also nodded and praised the boss for his brains.

Only the old party secretary was a little worried. He tapped a small cigarette pouch, and a puff of green smoke came out of the pot of the cigarette pouch: "When will the tail be cut off again?"

Everyone was silent, but Liu Qingshan knew something in his heart: the old party secretary has experienced so many years of ups and downs, and has developed a temperament to seek stability in everything.

This is fine in the past, but in this era of rapid development, it is a bit too conservative.

He said with a smile: "I went to Spring City this time, but I saw a lot of new things. In the city, self-employed people are popping up like mushrooms after the rain. They make a lot of money in a day, and it will not take a few years. It can become a million-dollar household!"

For these ordinary villagers, the million-dollar household is still a distant dream, so there was a sound of admiration.

Da Zhangluo sighed even more: "If only I could be born in the city too."

Liu Qingshan quickly took over the words: "Actually, in our countryside, it is not difficult to want to become a household of 10,000 yuan."

"Oh, what do you say?"

Everyone could not help but craned their necks and widened their eyes.

Liu Qingshan continued: "Our country's current policy is good, encouraging rural areas to not only cultivate land, but also

Also develop a side business. "

Everyone has cultivated crops for most of their lives. Of course, they know that they will not starve to death by farming, but it is not realistic to become a household of ten thousand yuan by farming alone.

The biggest problem is that there are not so many places to plant.

Even if there are so many fields, this old cow can't grow it at all.

Everyone was talking about it for a while, but they didn't come up with any regulations.

Seeing that the heat was almost over, Liu Qingshan threw out the prepared topic: "This time, when we entered the city, my grandfather and I went to Grandpa Wang's house, that is, Professor Wang who was sent to our village before."

"Old Wang, is his body and bones okay?"

The kidnapper's grandfather had a good relationship with Professor Wang.

"Okay, they still return to school and continue to use their residual heat. The chicks I got back are from Professor Wang's university."

Liu Qingshan responded and continued: "Professor Wang also brought me a lot of agricultural books, and also gave us Jiapigou tips. I hope the villagers can get rich soon."

"Pharaoh has a heart, I wonder when he can come back to see?"

The topic of the kidnapper's grandfather has gone a bit off track again.

The main reason is that his old man receives subsidies every month, so his life is the best in Jiapigou, so he doesn't care much about getting rich.

However, others are different. In recent years, everyone has been afraid of poverty, and if they want to be poor, they want to change, but they suffer from no way out.

Captain Zhang immediately asked anxiously: "Qingshan, what tricks did Lao Wang think of for us, can you tell me quickly?"

For Professor Wang's knowledge, the people in the village admired it, so Liu Qingshan would use the banner of Professor Wang, otherwise, at his age, it would definitely be difficult to speak in front of these grandfathers and uncles.

Liu Qingshan first answered the kidnapper's question, and then said: "Grandpa Wang said that for rural people, there are two basic ways: planting and breeding."

Everyone was a little disappointed when they heard it: farmers, who doesn't farm, who doesn't raise a few chickens, ducks and geese?

Looking at the expressions of the people, Liu Qingshan knew it in his heart: "Grandpa Wang said that if you farm the land according to the previous method, you will be able to get enough food and clothing at most. Now, the only way to get rich is to grow out-of-season vegetables!"

"What's wrong?" The old party secretary was a little flustered when he heard the words.

"Don't worry, it's not against anything else, it's vegetables that are out of season. For example, during the New Year's Eve in winter, do you want to eat dumplings stuffed with celery and pork at home?"

Liu Qingshan quickly explained with a smile.

Captain Zhang said, "Of course I think about it. The whole family is diligent in eating celery during the Chinese New Year."

Da Zhangluo also nodded vigorously: "Last year, my family dried some dried celery, so I was going to make dumplings for the New Year. As a result, it was like firewood, and I couldn't chew it at all."

Seeing that the topic was about to deviate again, Liu Qingshan hurriedly reclaimed it: "Just like this celery, it was originally a summer vegetable. If it is produced and eaten in winter, it is called an off-season vegetable."

When everyone heard it, they shook their heads again and again: "In our place, when winter comes, it will be covered with a thick layer of snow, and everything will freeze to death."

The kidnapper's grandfather was also a little dissatisfied: "This old king, is it a little old and confused now?"

Liu Qingshan refrained from laughing: "It's definitely not possible if it's freezing and snowing outside. However, you can buckle the plastic greenhouse. It's freezing and snowing outside, and it's hot and sweating in the greenhouse, and vegetables can still grow."

Plastic greenhouse, what is that?

At this time, in the small mountain village, the news was blocked and the information was outdated. Many things took a long time to spread slowly.

It is precisely because of this that many opportunities for development and take-off will be missed.

Seeing the dazed faces of everyone, Liu Qingshan was not in a hurry, and decided to take the example around him: "A few years ago, many of us had to plant garlic seedlings. That's the same as plastic greenhouses."

Hmm, seems to understand a bit.

Because there is no fresh vegetables to eat in winter, I will use a fine broom, put on the garlic cloves one by one, and keep them in a water plate, and slowly shoots will emerge.

When it grows to half a foot high, cut it off and put some in it when frying the mung bean sprouts.

"This plastic greenhouse seems to be really messed up!"

The boss has the most active mind, and he was the first to understand: Isn't it just planting a garden in a big shed, and who doesn't know how to be a farmer?

Everyone was enthusiastic, and they discussed at length: You said to grow eggplants in the greenhouse, he said to grow cucumbers, and for a while, it was very enthusiastic.

Later, because of the issue of planting celery or leeks, Captain Zhang and Da Zhangluo quarreled, and they were blushing.

"Stop, stop, there's still no shadow in the greenhouse, what are you arguing about!"

When the old party secretary spoke, he dissatisfiedly knocked the small cigarette pot on the sole of his shoe twice, knocking the soot inside to the ground.

For a time, everyone was a little embarrassed: it seemed that they were a little bit overwhelmed just now.

Farmers have never lacked energy, let alone the spirit of bearing hardships and stand hard work. What they lack is knowledge, vision, and practical ways.

The old party secretary continued to cool them down: "What does this plastic greenhouse look like, who has seen it before, and who can make it? Even if the vegetables are grown, who will sell it? Who will sell it to?"

Everyone was asked to be silent, and they were told to sweat in the fields, and the beads of sweat fell to the ground and smashed eight petals, and they all had no complaints.

Ask them to go out to sell vegetables, but they can't open their mouths.

It was still in full swing just now, the same enthusiasm as the weather outside, faded in an instant, and my heart was wow-wow.

Of course, Liu Qingshan could feel this change, so he decided to encourage more: "In terms of technology, the book that Grandpa Wang gave is all in it. If we follow it, we will definitely be able to grow vegetables."

"As for the issue of sales, it's not a problem, Uncle Zhang Luo, you are so loud, you are so clear about big things and small things, are you still afraid of selling vegetables?"

Da Zhang Luo gathered up his courage: "Well, it's a piece of cake!"

Liu Qingshan looked at Boss Zhang again: "Uncle Boss, you have also driven the carriage for half your life, and you don't want to change it. In the future, you will replace the whip with a steering wheel and drive a big liberation?"

"Think, UU reading www.uukanshu.com can't afford it!"

Uncle Boss is also a person with ideas. In Liu Qingshan’s memory, Uncle Boss was the first person in the village to start transportation. There are several daughters in the family, all of whom were trained as drivers by him, and his family is a small motorcade.

Liu Qingshan gave him a thumbs-up: "If you have an idea, you can go ahead. In fact, I have already contacted the sales problem. There are tens of thousands of employees in the automobile factory in Chuncheng, let alone a Jiapigou, even if we are Qingshan The commune grows vegetables, and people can digest it!”

"Really?!"

Those few people jumped up from the small bench and surrounded Liu Qingshan.

Liu Qingshan was really a little guilty, because of this matter, he just said hello to Brother Dafei and the others, but he didn't sign any sales contract or anything.

He just made sure of the votes, mainly to encourage everyone, lest they, like the old party secretary, look ahead and miss out on opportunities for development.

But think about it, with the productivity of Jiapigou, how many vegetables can be grown and transported to the city, are you worried that they will not be digested?

Before I knew it, it was getting dark, and everyone was still chatting, but Liu Qingshan was tired. He agreed to continue tomorrow, and he went home for a walk.

Inside the house, the people in the bridal chamber were also scattered. Liu Jinfeng and Gao Wenxue were holding bowls of wide-hearted noodles, and they were bald in their mouths.

After eating and packing up, Lin Zhi decided to go to bed early, and handed out two cotton balls to each of the three remaining children in the family, telling them to plug their ears when they went to bed.

Of course Liu Yinfeng understood, blushing and plugging his ears, as did Liu Qingshan.

Only the fourth child, ignorant and ignorant, instead stuffed a cotton ball into the nose eye, then pressed the other nose eye, and exhaled hard.

With a puff, the cotton ball flew to Liu Qingshan's face.