The Pioneer of the Rebirth Era

Such an education of guessing and guessing, Zhou Yiren took Yang Dongxu to the high school in the city to ask professional English teachers from time to time. His English score is actually improving obviously, it's like a dog.

This is not scientific! Yang Dongxu shouted in his heart, and continued to accept Zhou Yiren's more severe wrong teaching.

When the swallows began to fly over the wheat field, the ears of wheat became fuller day by day and gradually turned brown. When the farmer's uncle grinned and showed his smoky yellow teeth, the harvest time of the new year is coming soon.

During this time, Dad Yang was very happy, and he directly built a nunnery (the name for a tent in the countryside) and ate and slept on the ground 24 hours a day to watch.

The wheat harvest is about to be harvested, and the watermelons in the fields are huge. So Father Yang no longer cared about the wheat that was about to be harvested, but looked at the big watermelon in the field and smirked every day.

Before the sun came out in the morning, Dad Yang, wearing a straw hat, kept walking in the watermelon field. When he saw a big one, he went to knock on it. He felt that the watermelon was almost red and ripe inside, so he took it off and carefully placed it next to it. in the ditch.

Absolutely a bumper harvest, even Yang Dongxu did not expect that one mu of land could produce nearly six thousand catties of watermelon. This kind of output will not be much less even in later generations, not to mention that Yang Dongxu's parents did not take much care of the watermelon field except for weeding, so I really don't understand how it produces so much.

When the high yield was confirmed, Yang Dongxu's family was ecstatic at first, and then they couldn't help worrying. Who are they selling so many watermelons to? This is a good thing, God will blame it if it is spoiled.

This kind of worry was quickly relieved after the little grandfather went to the city, and a thousand catties of fresh ones a day. In this way, the big problem of selling watermelons is solved.

At the beginning, Yang Dongxu's family and grandpa delivered together. After a few days of continuous delivery, it was time to harvest the wheat. Grandpa and grandma Yang Dongxu also got busy, which worried Dad Yang.

"Let someone else deliver it." Yang Dongxu couldn't help but said while delivering food to his father at night, seeing the sad look on his father's face.

"That's okay, let's not say that Director Li only recognizes our family, just say." Father Yang directly refused.

"Why do you only recognize our family, the little grandpa goes alone, or the grandpa and daddy go alone and don't 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.

"Now in the city, it's not just the supply and marketing cooperatives that sell things, there are several vegetable markets, and they don't need tickets. So think about the fish and shrimp last year, even if other people don't send them to the supply and marketing cooperatives, they can still be sold in the vegetable markets. And they are selling well.

Right now, only our family has watermelons. Next time you go, bring a few people who have a good relationship with our family, and give them a dollar. Now it is impossible to always let those few people deliver the wheat harvest, and change several people every other day, and the price is the same.

In this way, you and grandpa, grandpa and the others don't have to be so busy, right? We can also harvest our own wheat. Other people's homes don't have watermelons, so even if they have a good relationship with Director Li, they don't have anything to give away. "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 plant them next year. When they have Director Li's way, who will we sell our watermelons to?" Father Yang, who never stayed in the spring to grow watermelons years ago, now has a far-sighted view.

Looking at his father who was dead buttoning, Yang Dongxu rubbed his forehead, which was a sign of extreme helplessness and about to go berserk.

"Now those fish and shrimp can be bought and sold freely in the market in the city. Next year, there will be more watermelons, so 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 catties of watermelon can fill an ox cart, can't it? In order to prevent the watermelon from bursting, don’t you have to handle it with care, load it here, and then drop it in the city, plus people drive all night, you have to give them some hard money, right?

This year, only our family grows watermelons, which are not considered rare elsewhere, so a dime a catty is almost the same price as wheat. But next year, if people see that our family is making money and growing watermelons, can you stop them from growing them?

That's a good question, every family grows watermelons, not to mention our family has six or seven thousand catties per mu of land, even if it is five thousand catties, every family grows tens of thousands of catties of watermelons on several acres of land, who do you sell them to? ? It is possible to rot in the ground. "Yang Dongxu explained patiently and earnestly.

"You said that watermelons won't be sold next year?" Father Yang grasped the point instantly.

"It's not that it can't be sold, it's that it's not easy to sell. Just like our family grows watermelons, they will definitely not buy watermelons. Therefore, the more people grow in ten miles and eight towns, the less they buy.

Unless you can contact a big truck and drive it farther to sell it where there is no watermelon, it will definitely rot in the field. It's okay to be idle, you can talk about it when you chat with the elders and aunts in the village to avoid being hated sometimes. Seeing that the old man was enlightened, Yang Dongxu heaved a sigh of relief.

It can't be blamed on Father Yang's stupidity, but because his eyelids were shallower when he was a farmer. If you specifically lie to him, whoever is fooling you is not sure. 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 virtue.

"Then our family won't be able to grow watermelons next year?" Dad Yang's face was full of pity, and his heart ached.

If the watermelons in these acres of land are sold out, they can earn more than 1,000 yuan. At the beginning of the year, the whole family was unhappy because of the 100 yuan incident. Papa Yang was really reluctant to make a thousand yuan all of a sudden.

"It can't be planted anymore. It's not necessary to grow watermelons all the time, not to mention hurting the land. If we grow watermelons next year, the yield will still be so high. If someone buys it for five cents, or even three cents a catty, it will be considered a high incense. So just now Say those things when you have nothing to chat, so that next year the whole village will hate our family."

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

Although he doesn't have the long-term vision of his son, he can see clearly the short-term things of these parents in the countryside. You make money, and then tell others that watermelons will not be sold next year, will anyone believe you? Don't say behind your back that you eat alone and poke your spine is considered a normal relationship.

"That's better than having a feud. If the thousands of catties of watermelons in the neighbor's field can't be sold and rot in the field next year, and you didn't say these things in advance, what will you do then?" Yang Dongxu said with a serious face. .

"This." Father Yang's complexion changed, he stuffed the peeled egg into his mouth and nodded.

Of course, he understood what Yang Dongxu said. Although it would cause some rumors and strange things to say now, no one would turn against him. He, Yang Ruxi, is now number one in Yangjiacun. Who would dare to show embarrassment?

Now let's talk about it, if the watermelon really can't be sold next year, then you can't blame me, Yang Ruxi, for cheating you. I reminded you kindly, but who do you blame if you don't listen?

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

"Grow crops honestly, you can't grow watermelons, you can't grow vegetable melons, watermelons are cheap and you can't sell them, and there are people who are willing to spend money to buy your vegetable melons?" Yang Dongxu waved the spoon in his hand, holding a half-sized watermelon to eat Heart.

"How much can you sell wheat for?" Papa Yang snorted, and then couldn't help but sighed, muttering about a bunch of idiots who would imitate his family if they didn't have the ability to make money.

"Then grow corn?" Listening to the strange words in his father's mouth, Yang Dongxu realized that his father still had such a lovely character.

"Growing corn is not as good as growing beans, and besides, corn is planted after the wheat is harvested, okay?"

"Who said that corn can only be planted after the wheat is harvested? Can't you set aside the spring field before the year like you planted watermelons this year?"

"Is this possible?" Father Yang's eyes widened. Peasants don't dare to make fun of heavy armor.

"Corn doesn't grow when the temperature is low, and it will even freeze to death. It is planted one month later than watermelon, in April. In this way, the corn cobs are almost ready to eat after the wheat is harvested.

This is earlier than planting corn after harvesting the wheat, so you don’t have to wait for the elders to harvest it. When you can eat it, break it off and send it to the city. Someone will buy it to try it out. Although it may not be as profitable as watermelon, it is definitely more profitable than corn in autumn. And there is no delay in planting wheat after the autumn harvest. "

"It should work." After thinking about it carefully, Father Yang nodded and squinted at his son: "These are all ideas that Mr. Zhou came up with?"

"What did Mr. Zhou come up with? This is what I came up with, okay? The teacher is in contact with the masters of the country, so if you have time to care about what our family is planting in the field?" Yang Dongxu's chin rose to the sky very proudly.

"Okay, you figured it out, you figured it out." Father Yang reached out to rub his son's hair, but Yang Dongxu broke away.

Looking at his father's appearance, Yang Dongxu sighed, why is it that no one believes the truth?

After making a decision, Dad Yang organized a family meeting at night, and all grandparents and dad joined the army to participate. In the end, the meeting unanimously approved Papa Yang's proposal, and asked his grandpa and his family to help when delivering watermelons tomorrow.

After the meeting, Grandpa Yang Dongxu kept feeling that Mr. Zhou was worthy of being a great intellectual, and his vision was much farther than farmers like them. Yang Dongxu next to him was speechless.

With the help of someone, the Yang family finally relaxed. They should reap wheat and harvest watermelons. At the same time, Father Yang also contracted out the remaining watermelons to other villagers for sale.

Every day, the bulk of the watermelons from the supply and marketing cooperatives are collected and sent to the city overnight. The remaining watermelons in the field are sold for eight cents, and if there is no money to give to food, it is okay to leave two cents of interest for others. After everyone gets rich, he will be a good man in the village.

But within a few days, Father Yang started to mutter, and after listening carefully, he was saying that someone in the village was too dark-hearted. I took watermelon from my own hand for eight cents, and even exchanged it for a catty and a half of food for a catty of watermelon in other villages, earning almost the same as myself.

Hearing these words, Yang Dongxu sighed, originally thought that his father was enlightened. It turns out that you are still so stingy, you have sold everything, how much do you care about others? Even if it is sold at the price of gold, it is their ability. No matter how many strange words you say, they will give you a little bit or what?

Yang Dongxu, who was thinking about how to make his father smarter and how to be a better man, hadn't thought of any way yet, and was soon attracted by another matter.