Pioneer of the Rebirth Era

With such a blind and guessing education, Zhou Yiren took Yang Dongxu to the city high school from time to time to consult professional English teachers. His English scores actually improved significantly, and he was simply a loser.

This is unscientific! Yang Dongxu shouted in his heart and continued to accept Zhou Yiren's more severe and wrong teaching.

When swallows begin to fly over the wheat fields, and the wheat ears become plumper and gradually turn brown day by day. When the farmer uncle opens his mouth to reveal his smoke-yellow teeth, the new year's harvest is almost here.

Father Yang was very happy during this period. He set up a nunnery (the name for a tent in rural areas) and ate and slept on the ground 24 hours a day to watch.

The wheat harvest is about to come, and the watermelons in the field are huge. So Father Yang no longer cares about the wheat that is about to be harvested, but smiles silly every day as he looks at the big watermelons in the field.

In the morning, the sun has not yet come out. Father Yang, who is wearing a straw hat, keeps walking in the watermelon field. When he sees a big one, he goes over and knocks it. The sound is similar and the inside of the watermelon should be red and ripe, so he picks it off and carefully puts it aside.

in the ditch.

The harvest was an absolute bumper harvest. Even Yang Dongxu did not expect that one acre of land could yield nearly six thousand kilograms of watermelon. Such a yield would not be much less even in future generations, not to mention that apart from weeding, Yang Dongxu’s parents did not

How to serve them? I really don’t understand why they produce so many babies.

When it was confirmed that the yield was high, Yang Dongxu's family was ecstatic at first, and then they couldn't help but worry, who would sell so many watermelons? This is a good thing that God will blame if it goes to waste.

This worry was soon relieved after my grandpa went to the city and asked for one thousand kilograms of fresh watermelons a day. In this way, the bulk of the watermelons sold was solved.

At first, it was Yang Dongxu's family and his little grandpa who delivered it together. After several days of delivering it, it was time to harvest the wheat. Yang Dongxu's grandparents also became busy, which made Father Yang worried.

"Let someone else deliver it." Yang Dongxu couldn't help but say when he saw the sad look on his father's face after delivering food to his father in the evening.

"How can that be done? Let's not mention that Director Li only recognizes our family, let's just say..." Father Yang refused directly.

"Why do we only recognize our family? Grandpa goes alone, or grandpa and dad go alone and don't get to know each other? The relationship between them and us is not as close as you think." Yang Dongxu rolled his eyes.

"But..." Father Yang was still worried.

"Nowadays, there are not only supply and marketing cooperatives selling things in the city, but also several wet markets, and they don't require tickets. So I think those fish and shrimps last year can still be sold in the wet markets even if others don't send them to the supply and marketing cooperatives.

And the sales are pretty good.

Now only our family has watermelons. The next time you go there, you can bring a few people who are close to our family and give them a dollar. Now we can’t always ask those few people to deliver the wheat harvest every other day.

Just change a few people and the price will be the same.

In this way, you, grandpa, grandpa and the others won’t have to be so busy, right? You can also harvest our own wheat. Other people’s houses don’t have watermelons, so even if we have a good relationship with Director Li, we won’t have anything to give as gifts.”

Yang Dongxu patiently explained to his father.

"Is one dollar too much? Besides, they don't have watermelons this year. Seeing that our family is making money, they will definitely grow them next year. By then they will have Director Li's method, who will our watermelons be sold to?"

Father Yang, who had been planting watermelons in spring a few years ago, now has a far-sighted vision.

Looking at his father who was clinging to his feet, Yang Dongxu rubbed his forehead. This was a sign that he was extremely helpless and about to go berserk.

"Now those fish and shrimps can be freely bought and sold in the city market. If there are more watermelons next year, people won't be able to sell them in the vegetable market. Do they have to go the way of supply and marketing cooperatives?

A thousand kilograms of watermelon can fill an oxcart, right? In order to prevent the watermelon from exploding, you have to handle it with care. Load it on the cart here and drop it off in the city. In addition, you have to give people some trouble when they are traveling all night.

Money isn't it?

This year, only our family is growing watermelon, which is considered a rarity elsewhere, so the price of a dime per pound is almost the same as that of wheat. But next year, if people see that our family is making money by growing watermelon, why don't they let others grow it?

Now here’s a good question, every family grows watermelon, let alone ours. One acre of land costs six to seven thousand kilograms. Even if it’s five thousand kilograms, every family grows tens of thousands of kilograms of watermelon on several acres of land. Who are you going to sell it to?

?It might even rot in the ground." Yang Dongxu explained patiently and patiently.

"You said we won't be able to sell watermelons next year?" Father Yang instantly grasped the point.

"It's not that you can't sell it, it's that it's not easy to sell. If you grow watermelons like ours, you won't buy and eat them. So the more people grow them from all over the country, the less they will buy.

Unless you can contact a big truck and drive it further to places where there are no watermelons to sell, it will definitely rot in the fields. You can talk about this when you have nothing to do when chatting with the uncles and aunts in the village to avoid it.

Hated by others." Yang Dongxu breathed a sigh of relief when he saw his father regaining consciousness.

This can’t be blamed on Dad Yang’s stupidity, but his eyesight was a bit shallow when he was a farmer. If you specifically lied to him, it doesn’t matter who deceived him. But when you see others making money, you want to follow suit. This has nothing to do with whether you are a farmer or not.

Chinese people almost all have this kind of virtue.

"Then our family won't be able to grow watermelons next year?" Yang's father had a look of pity on his face, which hurt his heart.

If all the watermelons in these acres of land are sold out, they can make more than a thousand yuan. At the beginning of the year, the whole family was unhappy because of the one hundred yuan incident. Suddenly, he made a thousand yuan. Father Yang really

I can't bear it.

"We can't plant them anymore. Planting watermelons all the time will hurt the land, and there's no need to do so. If we plant watermelons next year and we still have such a high yield, it would be very incense if someone buys them for 5 cents, or even 3 cents a pound. So just now

Let’s talk about those things when we have nothing to do to chat, so as not to make the whole village hate our family next year.”

"Aren't you looking for scolding now?" Father Yang glared at his son.

Although he doesn't have the long-term vision of his son, he sees clearly the short-term things in rural areas. If you make money, and then tell others that you won't be able to sell watermelons next year, will anyone believe you? If you don't tell others that you are eating alone and poke your spine, that's it.

The relationship is usually good.

"That's better than enmity. If next year the thousands of kilograms of watermelon in the neighbor's field cannot be sold and rot in the field, and you didn't say this in advance, what will you do then?" Yang Dongxu said with a serious face.

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"This..." Father Yang's expression changed, he put the peeled eggs into his mouth and nodded.

He naturally understood what Yang Dongxu said. Although saying this now would cause some rumors and weird things, no one would fall out with him. He, Yang Ruxi, is now considered the number one person in Yangjia Village. Who dares to show his face?

Now let's talk about it, if watermelons really can't be sold next year, then you can't blame me, Yang Ruxi, for cheating you. I did remind you with good intentions behind the scenes, but if you don't listen, who do you blame?

After pulling the rice into his mouth and finishing it, Father Yang couldn't help but turn his head and take a closer look at his son. He suddenly found that his son seemed to have changed a lot, "What should we plant next year?"

"Grow crops honestly. You can't grow watermelons, nor can you grow vegetable melons. Watermelons can't be sold even if they are cheap. Is there anyone who is willing to spend money to buy your vegetable melons?" Yang Dongxu waved the spoon in his hand and ate the half-sized watermelon.

Heart.

"How much can wheat be sold for?" Father Yang snorted, and then he couldn't help but sigh, muttering about a bunch of followers. He didn't have the ability to make money, so he followed their example, and the money he was looking for was lost.

"Then let's plant corn?" Listening to his father's strange words, Yang Dongxu realized that his father actually had such a lovely character.

"It's better to plant beans than corn. Besides, corn should be planted after the wheat is harvested, right?"

"Who said you can plant corn after harvesting wheat? You can't just set aside the spring land before planting watermelons this year?"

"Is this possible?" Father Yang's eyes widened. Farmers would not dare to joke about heavy armor.

"Corn will not grow well when the temperature is low, and may even freeze to death. Plant it one month later than watermelon, in April. This way, the corn cobs will be almost ready to eat soon after the wheat harvest.

This is an earlier harvest than planting corn after harvesting wheat, so you don’t have to wait for it to grow older before harvesting. When you can eat it, break it off and send it to the city. Someone will buy it and try it. Although it may not be as profitable as watermelon, it is definitely better than in autumn.

We can make money from corn. And we won’t delay planting wheat after the autumn harvest.”

"It should be possible." After thinking about it carefully, Father Yang nodded and looked at his son sideways: "Are these the ideas that Teacher Zhou came up with?"

"What Teacher Zhou came up with, this is what I came up with, okay? The teacher is contacting the national master, so when you have time, do you care about what we plant in the ground?" Yang Dongxu was very proud with his chin rising to the sky.

"Okay, okay, you can figure it out, you can figure it out." Father Yang reached out and rubbed his son's hair, but Yang Dongxu broke away.

Looking at his father's appearance, Yang Dongxu sighed, why doesn't anyone believe the truth?

After making the decision, Father Yang organized a family meeting in the evening, and his grandparents and younger father joined the army. In the end, Father Yang's proposal was unanimously approved at the meeting. When delivering watermelons tomorrow, Grandpa and his family will be asked to help.

After the meeting, Grandpa Yang Dongxu kept saying that Mr. Zhou was indeed a great intellectual and had a far-sighted vision than farmers like them. Hearing this, Yang Dongxu next to him was speechless.

With help from others, the Yang family finally became more relaxed. They harvested wheat when it was time to harvest it, and made watermelon when it was time to do it. At the same time, Father Yang also contracted out the remaining watermelons to other villagers to sell.

Every day, we first collect the bulk of the watermelons from the supply and marketing cooperative and have them delivered to the city overnight. The remaining watermelons in the field are sold for eight cents. Even if you don’t have money to provide food, you can leave two cents of interest for others, and everyone will benefit from it.

From now on, he will be a good person in the village.

But within a few days, Father Yang began to mutter, and when he listened carefully, he was saying that someone in the village was too evil. He paid eight cents for a watermelon, but when he went to other villages, he exchanged it for a pound and a half of grain and a pound of watermelon.

The income is almost the same as mine.

Hearing these words, Yang Dongxu sighed. He originally thought that his father had enlightened. It turns out that he is still so picky. You have sold everything, and you don’t care how much it sells for? Even if the price of gold is sold, it still belongs to others.

As for your ability, no matter how many people tell you weird things, will they still give you some points or something?

Yang Dongxu was thinking about how to make his father smarter and a better person. Before he could think of any way, his attention was quickly attracted by another thing.