Hello, 1983

"Qingshan, you can come!"

When the uncle of the boss who was hiding in the bank saw Liu Qingshan enter the door, he rushed up and stuffed the passbook in his hand, as if it was a hot potato.

A passbook of 10,000 yuan is really scary. The owner of the car squatted in the bank all morning, but he didn't dare to go out.

"Uncle boss, the formalities are all done."

Liu Qingshan rummaged through the passbook and saw that the boss was relieved, so he quickly comforted him. It seems that the passbook can only be put away by himself.

I found a small restaurant, and while nibbling on the steamed buns, the uncle of the boss said, "Qingshan, I owe 10,000 yuan, when will I be able to pay it back?"

For most farmers today, 10,000 yuan is a big mountain.

Liu Qingshan didn't feel much: "Uncle Boss, look, the county magistrate came forward to help us, and the interest on the loan is very low. Even if we don't spend this money and deposit it in the bank, the interest on the deposit is more than the interest on the loan. We can make hundreds of dollars a year."

What, can you still do this?

The owner of the car's eyes lit up, and then he waved his hand again: "No, no, isn't this a scam, Qingshan, we must not do this!"

"Of course we can't do that. We still have a lot of use for this money."

Liu Qingshan took a sip of egg soup and continued: "Uncle boss, I'm going to stay in the county for a few days to help the school record English tapes. You go back to the village first and bring back the things I bought."

After thinking about it, he warned again: "By the way, let Er Biaozi come over, I need him to go to Hei Province to learn rice cultivation. Next year, let's change more paddy fields."

When it comes to farming, the owner of the car immediately came to the spirit: "In the past two years, it has been either drought or flood, or rice is better, drought and flood will ensure harvest."

After finishing speaking, he looked up at the drizzle outside the window: "It's not sunny this day, the wheat is already cooked, and I can't close my eyes, it's too sad."

Liu Qingshan also looked out silently, under the eaves, the sound of rain tick tick, especially harsh.

At noon the next day, Er Biaozi found Liu Qingshan, and the two brothers worked together for a while. At night, Er Biaozi boarded the green train alone with pride.

Half the lad, always have to go out and explore and get to know the world.

Liu Qingshan stayed in the principal's room of No. 1 Middle School for two more days, until the words and texts were recorded, and then he was released by the bearded principal.

Riding a bicycle on the way home, fortunately it did not rain, the sky was overcast, and the air humidity was extremely high.

When he arrives at Qingshan Commune, he will go to the post and telecommunications office first to see if there are any letters from home.

In such weather, it is obviously impossible for the postman to run to the village.

Not to mention, there are really three letters, two are from Gao Wenxue, and one is actually written to him, and I don't know who it is.

Look at the address, it says Spring City, it is probably sent by Brother Fei and the others, let's check it when we get home.

After leaving the post and telecommunications office and passing by the gate of the commune, Liu Qingshan saw several people wearing high-waisted rain boots and were about to walk towards the yard.

"Secretary Sun, are you going down to check on the disaster?"

Liu Qingshan waved his hand to say hello, because the leader was the commune's secretary Sun Hongtao.

I haven't seen him for a few days, and it seems that the hair on his head has turned a lot white at once, especially on the lips, which are full of big blisters.

It seems that this fire is not light.

"Yo, it's Qingshan. I happened to meet you. I'll bring back the volunteer teachers from your village."

When Secretary Sun spoke, his voice was hoarse. Even in the rain, it was not sunny when it rained, and several battalions were affected.

Seeing that the wheat is about to sprout on the stalk, do you think he can't get angry?

"Teacher, from our village?"

This is a good thing! Liu Qingshan was overjoyed, if Jiapigou set up a teaching point,

Then, the children in the lower grades can go to school in this village.

When I grow up a few years old, and then move to Commune Primary School, I will be a little older, and it will be no problem to walk this dozen miles.

Seeing Secretary Sun nodding, the water droplets on his hair were also thrown out, and a wave of respect surged in Liu Qingshan's heart:

What a good officer!

"Secretary Sun, don't get angry first, since you have suffered a disaster, let's think of other ways."

Liu Qingshan followed and comforted him.

"What's the way, the wheat will sprout, the country will definitely not accept it, we can't even complete the mission."

Secretary Sun was very angry, and the more he talked, the more excited he became: "If the task cannot be completed, the big deal will be that I, the secretary of the commune, will be criticized. However, for the loss of thousands of households, who should I look for? You say, who should I look for?"

His eyes, which were already blushing, even turned red this time. The man in his 40s, with tears in his eyes, was really sad to see.

In grief and anger, Secretary Sun raised his hand and pointed at the cloud in the sky, and shouted: "You blind god, you keep your eyes open, why don't you open the sky!"

The raindrops fell along with his roar. Secretary Sun looked up at the sky. He didn't know whether it was rain or tears.

The surrounding commune cadres also looked solemn.

After a long time, Secretary Sun wiped his eyes with his sleeves and nodded apologetically to Liu Qingshan: "Qingshan, I wasn't angry with you just now, don't take it to heart."

Of course Liu Qingshan could understand it, but he respected the secretary Sun even more.

He knew that it was Secretary Sun's heart that was too much pressure, so it would be better to vent this way.

If you keep holding it in your heart, you will definitely get sick.

After organizing the language a little in his mind, Liu Qingshan suddenly said: "Secretary Sun, in fact, it's not completely helpless."

Before he could finish speaking, the shoulders were grabbed by Secretary Sun's two big rough hands: "What can you do, say it quickly!"

It's like someone who falls into the water, grabbing the last straw.

Secretary Sun suddenly remembered something, and patted Liu Qingshan's shoulder with his palm: "I almost forgot, yesterday I went to the county to hold a disaster relief meeting, and Secretary Gao told me about you, saying that you are a lucky general. !"

Fu Jiang, the kind of Cheng Yaojin?

Liu Qingshan sweated in his heart: "Secretary Sun, although people can't eat sprouted wheat, can chickens, ducks, geese, and pigs be eaten by livestock?"

After a pause, seeing that Secretary Sun and the surrounding commune cadres were all listening carefully, he continued:

"We can pulverize the sprouted wheat and add some bean cakes. Even if it is smashed, it can be mixed into it. It can be made into feed, and then we can do scientific farming. In the end, we should not lose much."

Hmm, that sounds kind of reasonable.

Secretary Sun grabbed Liu Qingshan's arm: "Go, come to my office and talk about it in detail!"

In his eyes, he finally had a look, and the whole person suddenly became energetic. He couldn't help but drag Liu Qingshan away.

The several cadres who followed closely behind also all thought excitedly.

Sitting in the office and drinking two sips of hot water from a large enamel tank, Liu Qingshan opened the chat box:

"Secretary Sun, anyway, our Jiapigou is ready. We will raise laying hens and fatten pigs. The wheat in our village will definitely be digested by ourselves."

"What is a fattening pig?"

A commune cadre didn't quite understand that now pigs are raised in free-range, and some brigades still retain the establishment of pig herds.

Every morning, the pig herder would walk from one end of the village to the other with a big whip, shouting, "Send the pig..."

Then, every household, large and small pigs were all scattered, and gathered into a large army of dozens or hundreds of heads. They swept out of the village in a mighty manner and strolled on the meadow all morning.

At noon, when the pig herds chased him back, he still shouted, "The pig is back..."

Pigs know their homes, and they run home by themselves when they reach the door, thinking about food.

In the end, the only one left was the pig herder, who also carried a big whip home.

In the afternoon, this process will be repeated again. With this free-range method, the meat quality of pork will become more delicious because of daily exercise.

Generally, after the weather is cold, the pigs will not be released, and more dry ingredients will be added to the pig food, and the fat will be added quickly. At that time, whether it is killing or selling, the fatter the better.

Because the purchasing station that collects pigs will determine the pig's weight and fatness, usually it is one to three, and if it is too thin, it will be set to the other.

The higher the level, the higher the price.

Liu Qingshan briefly talked about the pig-raising model in the future, which is basically to eat dry food, drink cold water, eat and sleep, and sleep and eat.

Hearing everyone smacking their tongues: If you raise them like this, then it's no wonder that you don't grow fat!

However, some people also raised questions: "If you raise them like this, pigs can't eat wild food, and they eat feed every day. How much will it cost?"

Yes, everyone suddenly realized that they all looked at Liu Qingshan in unison.

"That's why we need to raise pigs scientifically."

Liu Qingshan scratched his fingers and gave them a simple calculation: "Actually, the truth is quite simple, just like us people, we can't eat too much, right?"

"And after the pigs have eaten, they don't exercise when they lie down there, the consumption is not large, and the feed utilization rate is high, and the meat is left. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com "

Secretary Sun also laughed loudly: "Yes, yes, eating fat, running thin, that's the truth."

That said, it was noon, and the sorghum rice was eaten in the commune canteen for lunch.

Secretary Sun finally got his appetite. A large spoonful of eggplant soup was soaked on top of the rice, and he was digging hard into his mouth.

After taking two bites, he looked up and saw Liu Qingshan staring at him, as if he was trying to laugh.

He thought he had rice grains on his face, so he wiped it with the back of his hand, but no.

So Secretary Sun glanced at Liu Qingshan and said, "What are you laughing at, kid?"

"It's nothing, it's nothing, just remembering what we talked about just now."

Liu Qingshan waved his hands again and again, and hurriedly ate with his head down.

Secretary Sun blinked a few times: "What did you say just now? It seems to be all about raising pigs. Wow, you stinky boy, you say I'm a pig, right?"

Haha, there was a burst of laughter in the cafeteria.

Of course Liu Qingshan did it on purpose, wanting to tease Secretary Sun, don't be bored with such a good cadre.

Smile and let go of the negative emotions in your heart.

When Secretary Sun gave up his job, for so many days, his face that had always been in line with the sky finally showed a smile.

"I'll go to the county to report this in the afternoon, Qingshan, you are really a lucky general. If this is done, I will give you a big credit!"

Okay, the blessing will be the blessing. After all, being blessed is a good thing.

Seeing that Secretary Sun was about to leave, Liu Qingshan hurriedly stood up and asked, "Where's our teacher in Jiapigou, where can I find him?"

At this time, a crisp voice came from a table in the corner of the cafeteria.

"Don't look, I'm right here."