slack farmer in the wasteland

Chapter 68 Making Money Relying on Demonstration
Cang Hai said to the third uncle: "Uncle, why don't you also rent a piece of land, and wait for the grass to grow on the ground and get some sheep to raise there?"

When Cang Shiyuan heard this, he immediately waved his hands: "I don't have your energy!"

In this way, firstly, Cang Shiyuan doesn’t have that much money, and secondly, the input and output are not directly proportional in his eyes. As for the money spent on the land in Canghai, the villagers may not know the exact amount, but the saplings on it How much is it worth? The folks still have some idea in their minds. The money for planting saplings is something that the folks dare not think about. For them, they have this money to send their children to school, get married, or go to the county to buy a front house for rent. It's better than throwing it here, even if this land can be used to raise sheep, it won't be possible to recover the cost in ten or so years.

Folks are always so realistic.

"Your uncle doesn't have as much money in your pocket," Wei Wenkui said with a smile.

Cang Hai thought for a while and said, "Third Uncle, Uncle Wei, how about this, I am going to plant a batch of watermelons this year, if you two want to plant them with me, I still have some contacts in Shanghai, After planting it, I will be responsible for selling it at that time, what do you think?"

"Watermelon?" Wei Wenkui immediately shook his head and said, "Even if it is planted, how do you transport it? How much will it cost to transport it to the town in a donkey cart and then to the county? You will find out when you transport it to the county. Your melons are a dime or two more expensive than others’ melons, who are you going to sell them to?"

Cang Shiyuan nodded after hearing this and said: "That's the reason. We can't compete with the melon farmers around the county for growing watermelons here. They have good land and the melons they produce are cheap. Even if we grow watermelons here, we can't sell them. In the end, it will rot in the ground, I said Haiwazi, don’t toss about the watermelon anymore, it’s not suitable.”

Cang Hai laughed and said in his heart: That’s why you planted watermelons that are not suitable for you. I grow watermelons here, not only do they grow bigger, but they are also sweeter. when.And if we don’t want to grow it, we have to grow it in a fully ecological way. It may not be possible to sell it in a small county, but it’s sold in a big city like Shanghai, where a lot of rich people cry and want to eat safe food, which is expensive per catty. Two or three yuan should not be a problem.

When Cang Shiyuan saw the smile on Cang Hai's face, he immediately understood that his eldest nephew didn't listen to what the two of them said at all.Thinking about Cang Hai's stubbornness again, he simply stopped persuading him, who made this idiot actually plant trees.

Cang Hai naturally wants to grow watermelons if others don't plant them. Cang Hai really understands the psychology of the villagers. Holding a steel bang in his hand, he can't wait to squeeze out oil, so that they can't see any benefits to grow watermelons. It's impossible. Only if you plant this thing yourself and make money, then the big guys will follow up and plant it. If you don't make money, then you don't need to talk about anything.

Wei Wenkui asked Cang Hai, "Haiwazi, how many sheep are you going to raise this year? Give me the number, and we will go to the town to buy them in a few days. If we gather together, we will have more sheep and it will be easier to negotiate the price."

"This year I will raise more, not only sheep, but also a dozen or so cows, which are the famous small yellow cattle here. I will choose a few breeding bulls, add a dozen or so cows, and get some big geese if possible. Of course, small chickens are indispensable, and I plan to raise more chickens this year. I can buy a few hundred small ones, and three or four pigs..." Cang Hai counted with his fingers, and only after he said this did he realize that this year There are so many things to keep.

These things are not mainly for sale, but to satisfy Cang Hai's own tongue. Cang Hai is still very worried about the things he buys on the street. Let's take beef as an example. There are some beef sellers in the town. If you dare to sell ordinary beef for the price of grass-fed small cattle, it is not once or twice in Canghai, and you can rest assured that you can eat the cattle you raised yourself.

Cang Shiyuan said: "You raise so many things by yourself. Can you manage it?"

"It's enough to feed the chickens or something directly to the millet. Now there is grass growing here, maybe there will be some small bugs or something. There is no problem with hundreds of chickens, and it is no problem to raise pigs. The family collected them last year. Some millet, bran and so on are placed at home, just to feed the pigs," Cang Hai said.

Feeding pigs is not just feeding bran, the small vegetable garden at home is also a good thing for pigs to eat. Cang Hai planted such a vegetable garden alone, and many vegetables will grow old before Cang Hai can eat them. Vegetables or something just feed the pigs.

"Okay, please send me a note, okay, your family has caught up with how many people bought it." Wei Wenkui was speechless when he heard that Canghai was planning to raise so many things this year, and secretly wondered if his family would also buy it. Raise more.

At this moment, Cang Shiyuan patted his butt and stood up: "It's done, enough rest, let's start working."

When Cang Hai heard this, he immediately stood up and said, "Third Uncle, go home and have a rest, I'm the only one here."

"Can you do it alone?" Cang Shiyuan asked.

Cang Hai raised his arm and made a powerful movement: "Third uncle, I am not the boy I was ten years ago, I am already in my twenties, and you will soon be unable to keep up with me in work."

Cang Shiyuan laughed and said, "If you want to catch up with me, you kid, it will take 20 years!"

After speaking, Cang Shiyuan patted Cang Hai on the shoulder, turned around, took his things, and walked towards the village.

Cang Hai and Wei Wenkui each drove their own livestock and continued to work.

This time, the two of them worked until the sun went down. The fields of the two families were not far apart, and the difference in efficiency came up when comparing the two. Although Wei Wenkui’s big green mule was a tall mule, it didn’t do much work. Of course, this is compared with the ugly donkey of the Canghai family. The ugly donkey came back and plowed about ten ridges in more than an hour, but the big green mule only plowed seven or eight ridges, and took a rest in the middle .

The sun was about to set, and it hung red on the western ridge, without the heat of noon.

Putting the plow on the flatbed cart, Cang Hai led the ugly donkey towards the entrance of the village. When he arrived at the barn below the village entrance, he unloaded the plow and leaned against the corner of the wall. He led the ugly donkey into the trough. Cang Hai took the tiger head and iron head Two go home.

When I got home, I had just washed my hands when the third aunt came over and called Cang Hai to have dinner.

"Haiwazi, don't do it, the family made you a piece, go over to have dinner," Wei Qin said.

Cang Hai immediately responded.

After washing and replacing the rubber boots, he rolled up the rubber boots and placed them at the kitchen door. Cang Hai signaled Tietou and Hu Gong to take their basins, and then walked towards the entrance of the old kiln in the third aunt's house.

When I arrived at the third aunt's house, I found that not only the third aunt and her husband were there, but also Wei Wenkui.

Dinner is very simple, it is still noodles, but because of the hard work on the farm, there are big ribs in the noodles, big bones from the back of the pig, and there is not much meat on it, but for small town people, this kind of dinner is already very good.

There were still no tables or stools, so everyone sat at the entrance of the kiln with their bowls in their hands, and ate by themselves by the light in the kiln.

Soon everyone's eyes focused on Tietou, watching an orangutan eating noodles with a human appearance, Wei Wenkui and Cang Shiyuan soon became happy.

"Haiwazi, you monkey is really interesting."

"Orangutan, Iron Head is an orangutan." Cang Hai had to correct everyone's name again.

Just after correcting this side, another voice came from not far away: "Haiwazi, you monkey still looks like a human being."

When Cang Hai raised his head, he found Hu Shijie and Grandpa Hu with their hands behind their backs, bent slightly, putting his cigarette pouch into his mouth to take a puff from time to time.

Cang Hai was too lazy to explain: "What's the matter with you?"

Hu Shijie said: "What else can there be? The weather will be fine now. Everyone is discussing to buy chicken seedlings and so on. Others have already counted, and you are the only one left. I'm just here to ask, Haiwazi, today you guys How much is the family going to raise?".

Wei Wenkui said: "I told Haiwazi that his family wants a lot this year, not only chickens and sheep, but also geese and cattle."

"So much? Can you feed it over there? Let's talk about something else. There is no problem in spring and summer. I have visited your side. The grass grows well, but winter is not easy. Last year the ground was frozen. Is it possible to rely on straw without fodder?" Hu Shijie asked.

Cang Hai smiled and said, "It's okay, we'll see in autumn, if we can't, we can get some silage."

"It's good if you have a plan, then after you finish your meal, write a note, and we will go to the town to buy it tomorrow or the day after tomorrow," Hu Shijie said.

"Uncle, can we have some at home?" Wei Qin said politely.

After hearing this, Hu Shijie waved his hand: "No need, I just ate."

After speaking, he waved his hand, and walked away with his hands behind his back.

After walking two steps, the old man stopped again, turned to Wei Wenkui and said, "Wenkui, there is no ginkgo in the tree factory in the town, why don't you choose another tree."

"There's no ginkgo, so it's okay to replace it with something else. Uncle, you can figure it out. Anyway, just give the right number," Wei Wenkui said.

Hu Shijie nodded when he heard this, and continued to walk along the downhill path to the entrance of his kiln.

Cang Hai asked curiously, "Uncle Wei, are you going to plant trees?"

"It's not just me. Except for your family, every house in the village is planning to plant some more trees this year. Nine out of ten of the ones planted last year have survived. They all want to plant some more this year and sell them in a few years. Money is also an income, isn’t it?” Wei Wenkui said.

In the past, there was a lack of water to grow trees, but now there is no shortage of water and with the experience of the previous year, everyone is thinking of having more trees. Anyway, it is just a matter of occupying a pit of land. There is nothing here, but there is more land, folks They planted trees spontaneously, and planned to cut them down and sell them for money in a few years.

"Yes, planting trees is also a profitable business." Cang Hai nodded.

Cang Hai did not expect that he would not plant trees this year, and the villagers were happy to plan to plant trees, but planting trees is also a good thing, even if they are cut down and sold in two years, as long as they taste the sweetness, the villagers will keep planting go down.

(End of this chapter)