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In the golden autumn of October, the rice is fragrant, and the Songjiang green rice in Jiapigou is finally time to harvest.

This year, the planting area has been expanded, the water and fertilizer are sufficient, and there has not been much pest and disease damage, so the ears of rice are heavy.

On the morning of the opening of the sickle, the villagers in Jiapigou basically came to the rice fields.

The young and middle-aged are sharpening their knives, and the old and the baby are carrying small baskets, ready to pick up the rice ears, and make sure that the grains are returned to the warehouse.

Today is Sunday, so Liu Ying and his three teachers also brought their children to work.

The autumn wind was rising and the rice waves were fragrant. Liu Qingshan couldn't help but pick up the camera to record this beautiful harvest scene.

The water in the rice field has long been drained, and there is a harvester in the distance, harvesting rice.

It's just that the area is too large, and a harvester can't be busy, so manual harvesting has to be added.

They are all old-fashioned, and even half-old children can cut crops, and harvesting rice is much better than cutting wheat.

Wheat has wheat awns, it itches on the arm, and the wheat autumn is hot, unlike now, the cool breeze is just suitable for work.

After the division of labor, the sickle began to flutter, and with a swishing sound, rows of rice were laid down, tied into bundles, and transported to the courtyard with four wheels and a carriage.

Then it will be left to dry for a few days before threshing.

On the ground after the harvest, the old and the young began to pick up the ears of rice that fell or fell on the ground.

Such a precious thing should not be wasted.

"Haha, toad!"

"Wow, this one who is numb is a toad!"

The children are making a fuss. The frogs at this time are already ready to start hibernation, and they are all lazy and not very willing to jump.

And most of them are already in the water.

Behind the team picking up the ears of rice, there was a peculiar troop, some water birds with long bills and long legs, happily picking up toads and swallowing them into their stomachs.

They are also preparing for the imminent migration,

Work hard to accumulate a little more energy.

"These guys are going to be cheap." People laughed and scolded, and no one bothered these waterfowl.

Birds are actually happy to get along with people, as long as you don't hurt them.

It's like when people are digging the fields in spring, crows, magpies, and the like follow behind people, and the bugs and pupae that come out of the ground are a delicious meal for them.

"I don't know how the wild geese on the forest guard team's side are raised. I have to find a time to take a look."

Liu Qingshan muttered in his mouth.

Then he found that among the group of old people picking up the rice ears, there was a fat old man who also bent down with great effort to pick up the left rice ears into the basket.

"Brother Yong, can your grandfather succeed?" Liu Qingshan asked Tan Yong beside him.

Although Tan Yong's name has the character "Yong", he looks white and clean, but looks like a weak scholar.

He pushed the myopia mirror on the bridge of his nose with his hand: "The old man likes it very much, and I can't stop it."

"Appropriate exercise is good, just don't get tired." Liu Qingshan said in his mouth, and his hands were not idle. He used a fork to pick a bundle of rice onto the carriage.

The uncle of the boss in the car placed the bundles of rice neatly.

Tan Yong also picked it twice just now, but as a result, his arm was sore, mainly because he couldn't use that strength.

Doing farm work is actually all about skill, not all about brute force.

So he could only do one job with Xiaowazi, picking up rice ears, and while searching the ground, he said to Liu Qingshan:

"Qingshan, the medicine prepared by your master is very effective. I found that the old man's physical and mental state has improved a lot during this time."

"That's good, it's mainly the soil and water here to support people." Liu Qingshan chatted without delaying his work.

The fork in his hand flew up and down, not to mention the bundles of rice, even the little devils would still pick them up.

As a result, he heard Tan Yong's mouth squeak, and suddenly withdrew his hand from the ground, and then said embarrassingly:

"It was a big loach, which surprised me and thought it was a snake."

"Brother Yong, don't pick up the ears of rice, go to the canal over there to get some loach, and cook it for the old man at noon." Liu Qingshan can see that this Tan Yong is really not a material for work.

Tan Yong pushed his glasses again: "Can the loach be eaten, it looks a little dirty?"

Liu Qingshan said twice: "Brother Yong, you are a layman. Loach is called ginseng in water. It is the most nourishing, and it is suitable for people like the old man to eat. Listen to me, you must be right."

"It's best to put it in clean water for a night after you take it back, and then eat it tomorrow after you spit out the dirty things in your stomach."

Well, Tan Yong still believes in Liu Qingshan: "But you can't grab it with your hands. Is there a fishing net or something?"

Liu Qingshan smiled and shook his head: "Find some loaches, what kind of fishing nets to use, just find a large hedge, just now I seem to have seen a baby with a sieve, using a sieve can be faster."

With a shout, the leftover dog ran over. He brought the sieve. The adults in the family told him to get some small fish and go back to make fish sauce.

"Goujizi, lead your brother Yong to fish for the loach." Liu Qingshan instructed, and Gouzuzi led Tan Yong to the ditch next to him.

As soon as the sieve went down and was lifted to the surface of the water, there were more than a dozen large loach in it, twisting and twisting.

The largest is as thick as a thumb and as long as a chopstick.

In addition to loach, there are other small fish.

Tan Yong was a little dumbfounded: "There are so many!"

Gouzuzi nodded: "Beat the roe deer and scoop the fish, it's almost like this now."

This is not an exaggeration. Tan Yong has been here for more than half a month, and he knows a lot about it.

In just ten minutes, Tan Yong came back again. The bucket in his hand was filled with a small amount of loach, and he said happily:

"Qingshan, there are too many to eat."

"It's alright, give me half of it then, and cook it for my grandfather at home." Liu Qingshan was also welcome.

"I also want a few small ones, and keep them in canned bottles." The fourth youngest also ran over, Shan Xing also took his own small water bottle and handed it to Liu Qingshan.

Look at the rice fields, there are many people picking up the ears of rice, and the people who cut the rice can't pay for it. The children are idle at the moment.

Liu Qingshan also greeted Tan Yong and sat on the ridge to rest.

Tan Yong seemed to have something to say, and after deliberation for a while, he said:

"Qingshan, the original English version of Titanic I saw at your house a few days ago was co-authored by you and someone else. I wonder if it can be translated and published by our magazine?"

Liu Qingshan really didn't ask what Tan Yong was doing, but after chatting, it turned out that he was the deputy editor-in-chief of a publishing house, and he was also a relatively well-known publishing house in China.

Seeing that he has only graduated from college a few years ago, he has risen quite fast.

Liu Qingshan waved his hand: "You said that book, it's meaningless."

Tan Yong pushed the glasses: "I heard that they are very popular abroad, and the sales have exceeded 3 million copies."

He still admires the young man in front of him. These days, he can actually publish a book abroad, and it sells so well. Few of the modern writers in China can achieve this.

Most of the works that have been translated abroad, except for classical masterpieces, are the old writers before liberation, and most of them are deceased now.

"Actually, it was because of the discovery of the wreckage of the Titanic that the book's success in gaining popularity led to a huge increase in sales." Of course Liu Qingshan knew the quality of this book, but it could only be said that it was average too average.

Tan Yong also thought that Liu Qingshan was modest: "Anyway, in recent years, the works of yours that can be accepted by foreign readers, you are considered to be on the top. With this publicity name, the sales will definitely be good."

Liu Qingshan really didn't want to be in the limelight, mainly because of the quality of the book.

"Brother Yong, you should find my brother-in-law. Have you read his book?"

Tan Yong nodded: "Look, Comrade Gao Wenxue and I have already negotiated the publication. By the way, there is actually a propaganda point. Writer Gao said that the pseudonym Gao Shan is shared by you and him. Get up, you also have a certain reputation in the country."

"I'm just helping the blind, and I can't do much." Liu Qingshan really didn't want to get involved in the literature team, but he encountered Tan Yong's unwillingness to translate and publish the book Titanic. .

When other writers encounter this kind of thing, they are probably overjoyed. It's good for him, and they keep backing away.

As a result, the two of them were on top of each other, and no one could convince the other.

While they were at a stalemate, I saw the old party secretary accompanied by a few people, coming from the direction of the village.

Seeing Cui Minhao in the crowd, Liu Qingshan was finally able to escape, and quickly strode up to greet him, greeting with a smile:

"Old friend, you are too impatient. Our Songjiang green rice has just started to be harvested, and you are here!"

Cui Minhao also shook hands with Liu Qingshan very affectionately, and then said with a smile:

"Hurry up and slow down. We didn't get any morels this year. My friend, the Songjiang green rice you produced this year, our company has it all!"

"Wait a minute."

Liu Qingshan raised his hand to stop Cui Minhao, "This year, the price of goods in our country has risen, so the price of this rice should also be raised, at least one piece of five must be mentioned, old friend, this is really not my intention to kill you. ."

Another important factor here is the brand effect.

Songjiang Qingdao is now well-known, and even if it is not exported, it still sells at high prices in China.

"Good talk, good talk."

Cui Minhao was clearly mentally prepared, so he happily agreed.

Because he also heard another bad news: there are also people who are planning to buy Songjiang Qingdao, and there are competitors, which will naturally bring pressure to them. Of course, the sooner the implementation, the better, so as not to have too many dreams.

Tan Yong, who was next to him, was stunned for a moment. Of course he knew that the country now regards foreign exchange as a treasure. In order to earn more foreign exchange, he would think of any tricks, and he did not know how much effort it took.

But the scene just now made him a little bit unbelievable: people from all over the world sent foreign exchange to the rush.

This is not enough, even if it is a price increase, people are willing to accept it.

Tan Yong couldn't understand it: the same is exported, why is the gap so big?

These days, he has also eaten rice several times, and it feels really delicious.

When I heard Liu Qingshan say the price of one yuan and five, he was taken aback: it turned out to be money!

What shocked him even more was that foreign businessmen were willing to accept such a high price.

There is only one word left in Tan Yong's heart: cow!

Liu Qingshan and Cui Minhao were having a lively conversation when they saw another jeep approaching in the distance, and drove all the way to the edge of the rice field, and then saw Chen Dongfang get out of the car.

At the same time, there is Liu Qingshan's acquaintance: Fujita Zhengyi.

Liu Qingshan blinked, not knowing why they came.

On the other hand, Choi Min-ho was a little nervous.

Although Liu Qingshan looked down on this guy Fujita a little, but the people who came were all guests, he still greeted him cheerfully:

"Mr. Fujita, what gust of wind brought you here? I heard that you have been very busy in the factory recently."

After speaking, he nodded to Chen Dongfang: "Manager Chen is here too."

Masaichi Fujita felt a glimpse in his heart: If it wasn't for the braised beef noodle you tinkered with, our chicken noodle soup would have been on sale long ago.

However, he was angry, he still had a smile on his face, and bowed in a standard Japanese style: "Liu Sang, I take the liberty to interrupt, please forgive me."

"Liu Sang, our cooperation in wild vegetables is still very pleasant, so we are good friends." Fujita was very close at first.

Liu Qingshan waved his hand: "If you have something to say, the cooperation in wild vegetables is the cooperation between your company and the county, and it has nothing to do with me."

He didn't have the time to gossip with each other. Fujita was too timid to bet. He was boring.

Fujita Zhengyi bowed again: "Then ask Liu Sang, our company, if you want to purchase a batch of Songjiang green rice produced in your village, please do more."

It turns out that, Liu Qingshan understands, no wonder this guy has become so polite, it turned out to be rushing to our rice.

Speaking of which, the staple food on the island country side is rice and flour, of which rice accounts for more than two-thirds.

Because they like to eat sushi and the like, the main ingredient is rice.

And Songjiang Qingdao has now made a name for itself in South Korea, which has attracted the coveted of the islanders, so it also came to play a role.

When he wanted to understand this, Liu Qingshan smiled and shook his head: "Mr. Fujita is one step behind, our rice has already been sold to Mr. Cui."

Cui Minhao next to him secretly breathed a sigh of relief: Fortunately, Mr. Liu kept his promise.

"Mr. Cui has just come here. The two of you must have not signed a formal agreement. Liu Sang, our price will definitely be higher than the other party!"

Masaichi Fujita is a very careless guy, and he started to grab business in person.

The character is too inferior, Liu Qingshan shook his head slightly: "Mr. Fujita, we have an old saying in China called a promise of gold, I hope you can understand."

Cui Minhao finally couldn't help it, and began to sneer: "Fujita-kun, you don't even understand the rules of doing business, right?"

"I know a truth, the one with the highest price wins."

Fujita Masa confronted him, and immediately looked arrogant, the speed of this change of face was really fast.

At that time, the economy of the island country far surpassed that of South Korea, so he had the capital to despise the other side.

Cui Minhao wasn't easy to provoke either, he said a few times, "But what you do won't work here. Mr. Liu is not the kind of person who only recognizes people who are close to him."

"What price you offer, I'm twice as high as you."

Masaichi Fujita said proudly, this is about to throw money again.

This is also the style of the islanders at that time, waving banknotes in their hands and buying and buying all over the world.

Hearing what he said, everyone around was stunned: the rice that used to be 15 yuan has become 3 yuan a pound in an instant. Where is this rice, this is silver rice!