Rebirth 84, starting from fish farming

The Lu family spent this National Day differently than before.

In the past, during the National Day, I would try to stir-fry meat dishes to celebrate the motherland’s birthday, but this year, the Lu family not only had meat dishes, but also candies.

In the past, my home was relatively deserted, but this year, the Mid-Autumn Festival and the National Day are only two days apart, so they are combined into one.

No matter how difficult the family's finances are, they will always buy mooncakes.

Lao Lu did this.

Lu Changhua has eaten two types of mooncakes.

One is a white sugar mooncake with red and green silk threads, and the other is a five-nut mooncake.

Lu Changhua likes to eat red and green silk ones, which are sweet but not greasy, and he still likes them to this day.

As for the five-nut variety, I don’t really like it, maybe because it’s not too sweet.

Nowadays, ordinary people can't eat sweets more than a few times a year. Sugar is a luxury product, so it's no wonder he likes it.

In previous years, the Lu family's mooncakes were always available in quantity, two pounds of mooncakes, ten, five in a tube.

There is no packaging for mooncakes. In stores, there are five mooncakes wrapped together in oil paper, in the shape of a cylinder.

There are no words or instructions on the oil paper.

After buying these two tubes of mooncakes, Mother Lu would hide them until the Mid-Autumn Festival before she was willing to take them out to eat.

When eating, you have to cut it into small pieces with a knife and put it on the plate, which is very ritualistic.

Lu Changzhong and Lu Changhua, the Chinese little ghosts, had long discovered clues from their parents' sneaky actions and smelled something unusual.

When my parents are not at home, I rummage through boxes and cabinets and find something useful every time.

I remember one time, the two brothers found two tubes of mooncakes and bravely tore them open and ate them.

After tearing out the five-nut mooncake, he bit into four circles of the mooncake and gnawed the skin of the mooncake. He didn't even eat the five-nut filling inside, so he threw it away.

Lost along the way.

The two of them still had time to play on the swing.

The result can be imagined: I was beaten by my parents!

The two brothers went looking for the lost mooncakes along the road again.

He remembered this incident deeply.

This year, he decided to buy more to commemorate his lost childhood.

On National Day, there are not only fish and meat on the table, but also moon cakes.

This time I didn’t cut the mooncakes, but placed five whole ones.

According to Lu Changhua, mooncakes are a symbol of reunion, so how can they be cut? Isn’t that parting? Don’t cut them.

Mother Lu nodded and stopped talking about cutting moon cakes. Old Lu sat on the edge of the kang with a smile and poured the wine.

The days we live now are called days!

Looking at the food and wine on the table, thinking about the past, it’s really hard to describe.

The Lu family was having a drink and conviviality when Hu Dagui came in with a sullen face.

"Hey, uncle, aunt, big brother, where are you eating?!"

"Ah, Dagui, come and have something to eat together."

Lao Lu and Mother Lu quickly greeted each other, and Lu Changzhong moved to the side.

"Hey, so many delicious foods? Then, I won't be polite!"

There was no way this boy was polite, he just sat down next to Lu Changhua, staring at the big braised carp and drooling.

"Dagui, didn't your family also cook carp? Why? I won't let you eat it?"

"No, I didn't eat enough. Besides, my uncle's cooking is not something you can eat casually!"

Lu Changhua teased as he got up and went to the kitchen to get bowls and chopsticks. The boy opened his cheeks and ate.

Of course, he also drank a lot of wine.

As soon as we had finished eating here, the neighbors came to watch TV.

The Lu family quickly cleared the table.

Lu Changzhong turned on the TV, and Lu Changhua and Hu Dagui helped pick up the dishes.

When Old Hutou and Aunt Hu saw their son helping out, they laughed and cursed.

"I don't do any shit at home, so I come here to eat and drink."

Mother Lu took Aunt Hu and sat on the kang.

Soon the room was full again.

There is a National Day party tonight, everyone is staring at the TV, and they are quickly attracted by the wonderful program.

Lu Changzhong watched TV for a while, then huddled on the kang and took a nap. He had to rush back to his work early in the morning tomorrow, so he couldn't stay up late.

Early the next morning, the two brothers had an early meal, and Lu Changhua got on his motorcycle to take his eldest brother back to his work.

The distance of fifteen kilometers can be reached in half an hour.

There is also a bucket hanging on the side of the motorcycle, with several big and lively carps in it. This is a gift for Lu Changzhong.

When they arrived at the radio station, Lu Changzhong left carrying a bucket.

Lu Changhua turned the car around and rushed back to the three-point court.

Coming back from the fork in the road, he went to the maintenance team first.

When Captain Li saw Lu Changhua coming, he took him to find Master Fei.

"Old Fei, today you go and collect the feed fields for Lu Changhua."

"OK."

Master Fei put away the toolbox and stuffed it into the saddlebag of the car.

"Have you filled up the gas?"

Li Zhenguo asked.

"Finished adding."

Lu Changhua handed Li Zhenguo and Master Fei cigarettes, then got on the motorcycle and said:

"Follow me."

"good."

Master Fei held a cigarette in his mouth, agreed, pulled the car door and climbed into the combine harvester.

Lu Changhua greeted Captain Li, stepped on the gas and led the way.

Didi~

The harvester sounded its horn twice and followed behind with the accelerator.

Follow the tractor road and go east, there is a road leading directly to the Pig No.

The feed plot is on the east side of the Pig No., which is very close to the reservoir.

The east side of the feed field is soybeans and the west side is corn.

The combine harvester plunged into the soybean field to the east and started harvesting mode.

Master Fei first adjusted the combine harvester to the soybean harvesting mode, adjusted the direction of the locomotive, and the wheels rolled into the soybean furrow.

The harvesting platform is lowered to a distance of three or four centimeters from the ridge platform, and harvesting begins.

The wheel on the harvesting table gently taps the bean stalks, causing the bean stalks to fall toward the inside of the harvesting table. The cutter inserts into the root of the bean stalks, and the strong power makes the cutter cut off the bean stalks easily.

The soybeans fell on the harvesting platform and were transported into the interior of the harvester by the conveyor belt.

After a series of mechanical treatments, the pods are separated from the bean sprouts, the pods are broken again, and the yellow-orange soybeans enter the granary for centralized storage.

The harvester walked while harvesting, and soon harvested a large area.

The soybean straw is concentrated at the rear of the harvester and thrown into the field in lumps.

The skin formed after the pods are broken is a good roughage.

If necessary, hang sacks at the exit and guard it manually.

Only Hu Dagui can do this.

Today he is dressed in work clothes, wearing a hat and a blue coat. Lu Changhua found him.

Hu Dagui held several sacks in his hand and followed the harvester.

When he saw that the sack at the exit was full, he took it off, stood it on the ground, and quickly hung up another one.

Lu Changhua parked his motorcycle on the side of the road and asked Xiong Bao to guard it. He ran in and sewed the unloaded sack with a large horse needle.

Lu Changhua knows how to do this job and can finish it in ten seconds.

He also rode his motorcycle to the drying yard and said hello to Director Zhang.

A few people were arranged to help dry it.

At noon, he went home again to get lunch. He, Master Fei, and Hu Dagui ate something in the field and continued working in the afternoon.

After working on soybeans for a whole day, Lao Lu's rubber-tired truck hauled five loads of grain.

Doubizi filled nearly a hundred sacks.

In the evening, I arranged for Lao Lu and Lao Fei to have dinner at home, and he and Hu Dagui stayed with them.

Early the next morning, the two of them went to the sunbathing area on their motorcycles.

It's been cold in the morning and evening these two days, but the sun is shining brightly at noon.

Lu Changhua's soybeans are piled on the cement board.

The sun dried the dew, and the laborers in the drying field came out of the duty room one after another to spread out the pile of soybeans to dry.

Lu Changhua and Hu Dagui looked around the soybean pile and saw that there were quite a lot of soybeans in these ten acres. At first glance, they estimated that they must be more than 20 tons.

After drying for three days, I used an instrument to draw water, and the number dropped from 13 to 11, which is almost the same.

Lu Changhua grabbed a handful of soybeans and threw one in his mouth. It made a crunching sound. When he spit it out, it broke into four or five petals.

"Director, is the water ready?"

Director Zhang also grabbed a handful, bit into one and looked at it, "It's done, you can go and do the miscellaneous things."

Director Zhang directed people to peel and remove impurities from Lu Changhua's soybeans.

First winnow, then sift, and then put into sacks one by one.

Weigh again and add up the weight.

This work lasted two days in a row.

Hu Dagui was just here looking at the scale and calculating the accounts.

He went to the family area and found a group of old women to break corn in his cornfield.

In the six-cornered corn field, the corn cobs were piled up into a mountain.

Strangely enough this year, Zhuhao's feed plot is growing well, so it's obviously a bumper year.

High corn yield is also a problem, as there is no land to put it.

Lu Changhua looked for people and bought wood, and built a corn house on the east side of his compound.

It is made of six thigh-thick pieces of wood as pillars, and wooden boards are used as the floor one meter above the ground.

Nail a circle of baffles inside.

The height of the corn building is more than five meters.

In such a corn house, with ventilation everywhere, the corn will be dehydrated quickly, making it easier to store.

Lu Changhua built four in one go.

When the cartloads of rice came back, they were unloaded directly in front of the corn house.

A large group of old ladies sat on the ground, peeling off the corn husks and pouring them into the corn house.

Within a week, the four corn houses were fully loaded and covered with rainproof tarpaulins.

A rough estimate is that one corn bin holds nine tons, so four corn bins equal thirty-six tons.

As for soybeans, specific figures have come out.

Twenty-two and a half tons, 225 pieces in a 200-pound sack.

One or two without any difference.

Since the debts originally owed to the company have been forgiven, these are Lu Changhua's personal belongings.

He had a bumper harvest. Other family farms have experienced varying degrees of production reductions. It would be great if they could not lose money. It is difficult to make a profit!

Many people are not convinced.

Don’t worry about scarcity, but worry about inequality.

This is human nature.

Not only did some people go to the company office to make suggestions, but some people also secretly went to the field department to complain, saying that the three-point field leaders were seeking favoritism. Why could Lu Changhua make a profit when we all lost money?! Why did he have to forgive his debts after he made a profit?

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As a result of this commotion, the field department sent an investigation team, which made Han Jianhua furious.

But what should be investigated still needs to be investigated.

The result of the investigation was that the company's decision in August to reduce or reduce Lu Changhua's debt was revoked and he was required to repay the debt.