Take Arada back to the past

Chapter 871, The World's Fifth Largest Grain Trader is About to Rise
"Let's talk about the appliance store later. Who knows how far it might develop by then!"

Hearing him say that, Feng Xue smiled and said something.

She hadn't even considered going to an appliance store.

That would seem like an excessively large undertaking.

She lacked confidence.

Lost in thought, Yang Xiaole's phone rang.

"Hello, who are you?"

"Me, your father!"

"Oh, Dad! What's wrong?"

"Come back quickly, your grandfather is here. He said there's a problem with the grain seeds you gave us."

Hearing this, Yang Xiaole pondered for a moment.

Now that the rural areas have implemented the household responsibility system, my grandfather's family naturally received a share of land.

The grain seeds in my own space are all of the highest quality, so I asked the other person to try planting them in order to test the grain data.

Let's see if the food seeds that have left this space will degenerate.

This is the third year.

It's probably because the seeds have degenerated.

As for Zhao Jinhua, she passed away two years ago.

He snapped out of his thoughts and said, "Okay, I understand. I'll go back now."

After that, he hung up the phone.

"I have some things to take care of at home, so I'll go back first."

Feng Xue nodded gently: "Okay, go ahead."

"Be careful yourself, don't just think about money, and be careful with the children too."

"I know! That's my child, it has nothing to do with you."

"Neuropathy!"

Yang Xiaole rolled her eyes at her before leaving the store and driving back to the supermarket.

"grandfather!"

When I got back to the supermarket, I saw the old man squatting at the entrance.

Over the years, the old man has drunk a lot of well water, and now he doesn't look like an eighty-year-old man at all.

Similar to a middle-aged person.

He seems quite energetic.

The well water he provided was always in the form of a medicinal solution, and very few other people drank it.

Yang Mancang stood up and said anxiously when he saw him, "Xiao Le, what you said about seed degeneration has really come true."

Yang Xiaole smiled and said, "No rush, let's talk over there! Have you had breakfast yet?"

"I've already eaten. What time is it?"

"Okay, have a seat! I'll get something."

After saying that, he went inside.

"dad!"

Yang Xiaole came in and greeted Yang Guangzhi, who was busy at work.

"Oh, your grandpa's outside!"

"I know, get a stool!"

After saying that, he went and got two stools and put them under the eaves.

"Why don't you even bring a stool to sit on?"

The old man said nonchalantly, "Hey, this cement floor is pretty clean, and you can even sunbathe on it."

It was already mid-October, and the weather was getting a bit chilly.

Yang Xiaole placed the stool down, sat down, and then said, "Please tell me about the situation."

He handed the old man a cigarette.

The old man had tried to break the martial law several times over the years but failed, so Yang Xiaole simply stopped trying to persuade him.

Anyway, there's well water hanging down.

The old man took the cigarette, took a puff, and then said, "The grain harvest was indeed bountiful the year before last. The medium-season rice yielded 2200 jin per mu, and the late-season rice yielded 1800 jin per mu."

Last year, the yield of mid-season rice was 1500 jin, and the yield of late-season rice was 1250 jin.

We used the same seeds we saved before, but this year we only got 1000 jin of mid-season rice and 850 jin of late-season rice. Could you see if you could give us some different seeds?

For soybeans, the yield per mu (a Chinese unit of area, approximately 0.067 hectares) is 650 jin (a Chinese unit of weight, approximately 0.33 hectares), and the yield decreases roughly every year thereafter…

Hearing this, Yang Xiaole laughed.

Grain seed degradation?
He wasn't unhappy; on the contrary, he was very happy.

The current yield of medium-season rice is around 700 jin per mu.

Based on my estimation, each generation represents a 30% reduction in production compared to the previous generation.

Even the third generation yields much higher per acre than the current yield.

Of course, there are now even higher yields per acre, depending on the fertility of the soil and field management.

He had been thinking of taking it out before, but this thing was too outrageous.

The yield per mu in the space has now evolved to 3000 jin, that can be considered the true first generation.

During this time, he had already tried planting the grains that his grandfather had sent over in his spatial dimension.

As long as the seeds are replanted in the space, the grain yield can be restored to the level of the first generation.

He didn't want these things to end up abroad.

This is similar to genetically modified food. Seed companies control the first generation of seeds, and the seeds saved later will degenerate to some extent.

Thinking of this, he smiled and said, "Okay, I'll give you the seeds. Your family has a total of 6 mu of land, so I'll give you 100 jin."

This seed is somewhat similar to hybrid rice.

Only 2 to 3 jin of seeds are needed per mu (unit of land area).

If managed well, 2 jin of grain seeds are enough.

"Oh? Could you give me a little more?"

Yang Mancang asked a question there.

Yang Xiaole thought for a moment and said, "Okay, I'll give you 300 jin of rice and wheat. That's enough for our whole village to grow. I'll also give you some soybeans. That's all. You can't buy any more with money. This stuff is still in the experimental stage."

The village has only about twenty households.

That's enough.

He wants to use these things to conduct experiments!

"Hey, good!"

Yang Mancang agreed with a smile.

"How will you take it back later?"

"Oh, I came here in the village's donkey cart. Look, that's the one."

Yang Mancang pointed to the donkey cart tied to a tree in the distance and said something.

Yang Xiaole laughed when he saw this.

No wonder the old man wasn't inside; he was afraid the donkey cart would be stolen.

"Okay, I'll go get it and load it into the car! I was just thinking about when to deliver it to you!"

Yang Xiaole made up a story.

He then said, "Let's have lunch here."

"I'm not eating anymore. I'll go home after I poop."

After Yang Mancang finished speaking, he looked at the supermarket behind him and said, "You guys are doing better and better now, that's great! This store must have cost a lot of money, right?"

"Hmm, not bad. Including the cost of the goods, it'll be a few tens of thousands of yuan in total!"

Yang Mancang nodded slightly: "Okay, I'll take the things and go back. You drive the car there, and I'll talk to your dad."

"Hey, good!"

Yang Xiaole agreed.

In the past, when I was driving, I could conveniently put my things in the car.

Yang Mancang went in to greet his son.

……

Yang Xiaole drove his car over, pretended to open the trunk, and took out three bags of rice, one bag of soybeans, and three bags of wheat.

They were all placed on the carriage.

After a while, Yang Mancang returned.

"we have a deal?"

"Yeah, it's agreed."

The old man came over, inspected the grain, and chuckled, "There shouldn't be any problems, right?"

"Don't worry, there won't be any problems."

Yang Xiaole said with a smile.

The old man nodded slightly, looked him over, and smiled, "Still no change! Not bad, your family members are all doing well now. You too, why didn't you stay in your leadership position and went into business? What were you thinking?"

You've been smart since you were little. I always thought you'd be the most successful one in the family! Oh, what can I say to you?

Yang Xiaole smiled nonchalantly: "Isn't this fine too?"

The old man shook his head upon hearing this: "Nothing beats being a leader! Alright, I have to go back now."

After saying that, he took the riding whip.

"Hey, please take it easy!"

Yang Xiaole greeted him with a smile and watched him drive away in the carriage.

Only after watching the old man's carriage leave did he return to the supermarket.

His father was busy there when he saw him come in and asked, "Has your grandfather passed away?"

"Yeah, they just left!"

Yang Xiaole looked at him and chuckled softly, "How much money did you give me?"

His father was a very filial son.

He's his own father after all; there's no way he could just ignore him.

Once I have the financial means, I will naturally help out.

After the troublesome old lady left, Yang Guangzhi's relationship with that side was restored, as for the remaining Yang Guang'an.

After all, they are Grandpa's children.

The grudges were dropped.

After all, so many years have passed.

Yang Guangzhi smiled and said, "I didn't give her much! Don't tell your mother!"

"Hey, don't worry! I'm not talking to you anymore! I have to go now."

As for her mother, she should have gone to Huang Xintong's place.

"Okay, go ahead and get busy."

Yang Guangzhi said something and went back to his work. Yang Xiaole saw this, greeted him, and left the supermarket.

After Yang Xiaole came out, he was pondering to himself.

Hybrid rice has been developed for many years, but the increase in yield is slow.

The current yield of medium-sized rice is around 700 jin (350 catties).

He recalled that the rice experimental field achieved a yield of 2000 jin per mu in 2011, which was still twenty years ago.

He plans to proceed in two steps, first developing the spatial capabilities.

The field in the space is only half an acre, but there is still a lot of other space in the space. It is not impossible to clear the weeds and use it all to grow grain.

The space yields 930 jin of soybeans per mu, and based on the degradation rate, one mu can produce 650 jin of wheat.

This is a scary number.

I think the genetically modified soybeans weighed only about 400 jin (200 kg).

Even the second generation weighs 455 pounds.

Of course, it will gradually degenerate to around 150 pounds.

I did a mental estimate.

If all of it is developed, the space will be more than a thousand acres.

Based on 1000 mu (approximately 67 hectares), 1000 mu of land can produce 930,000 jin (approximately 415 tons) of first-generation seeds.

These are all capable of achieving a yield of 650 kg per mu.

These soybeans, at a yield of about 5 jin per mu, are enough to plant 186,000 mu of land. Compared with the red line of 18 billion mu of arable land, this yield is still far from sufficient.

But the second generation of seeds couldn't withstand it.

Based on yield per mu (unit of land area), the seeds harvested from the second generation are enough to irrigate 3000 million mu of land.

This is just the first batch.

The growth rate in the space is ten times faster, and 20 to 25 crops can be produced in a year.

Scary to think about.

How many acres of land is that enough to cultivate?
His first thought was to let Huang Xintong handle the matter.

But after thinking about it, I decided against it.

Er Mao's side can be developed gradually.

At that moment, he thought of someone.

Zhang Shaoting.

They are now in the leadership of the Beidahuang Production Group.

If we can control the first generation of grain seeds, we can then sell the second generation of seeds on a large scale.

As long as the core production areas are controlled by our own people, there is no need to worry about seed leakage.

With such a large production volume, it's impossible to consume it all domestically. Therefore, planting the second-generation seeds abroad is the best option.

Even if genetically modified seeds are developed, his seeds will not be inferior to genetically modified seeds.

It's important to know that the land in Yang Mancang's area isn't particularly good. If it were good land and the field management were proper, the yield would be higher.

Thinking of this, he prepared to contact Zhang Shaoting.

He picked up his mobile phone and dialed a number.

Hello, who is this?

"Eighth Brother, it's me, Ninth Brother!"

There was a pause on the other end, then a chuckle and he said, "Oh, Lao Jiu! What brings you to call me?"

"I need to talk to you about something! I have some grain seeds here and would like to cooperate with you."

"Grain seeds? What seeds?"

Seeing this, Yang Xiaole explained the situation.

"Impossible! Old Nine, can you stop talking nonsense? I've never seen such a high output. Now that reform and opening up have started, there are so many scammers. Don't be fooled!"

Yang Xiaole laughed heartily upon hearing this: "Brother Ba, do you think I'm joking with you? I've been trying to grow it for two years."

There was silence on the other side of the phone.

"Ninth Brother, you're not kidding me, do you know what this means?"

"I know, that's why I asked you to come over and discuss the cooperation."

Zhang Shaoting gave a wry smile upon hearing this: "I'm retiring in a month, why are you still giving me things to do!"

Yang Xiaole was stunned for a moment upon hearing this.

Yes!

Zhang Shaoting is already quite old, but he has stayed for a few more years because of the special nature of his workplace.

In recent years, the cadre ranks have become younger, and these cadres are reaching retirement age.

He then laughed and said, "You haven't retired yet! How about it? I don't trust anyone else!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Shaoting pondered for a moment and then asked, "Where are you now?"

"I'm in Beijing! Would you like to come over and visit my master while you're at it?"

"Okay, wait for me. I'll go check the situation and book the tickets when it's almost done. Don't you dare lie to me!"

"Don't worry!"

The two talked for a while before hanging up the phone.

Yang Xiaole looked at the phone, thought for a moment, and decided to drive to find Huang Xintong.

She is currently developing agricultural projects and knows a lot about them.

He also had to send some first-generation seeds to the research institute.

If his seeds can be used to continue research, that would be a good thing.

They then drove towards their destination.

……

Yang Xiaole went straight into Huang Xintong's house.

Huang Xintong is still in bed recovering from childbirth, only half a month after her baby was born!
She has also gained a little weight.

However, he is not very fat.

Seeing him return, Huang Xintong smiled and asked, "Did you finish the task?"

Yang Xiaole smiled and nodded, "Yes! It's all taken care of. Where's Mom?"

"They just left! Didn't you see them?"

"Nope!"

After Yang Xiaole finished speaking, he said to her, "By the way, I have something to tell you. I have a batch of seeds here..."

They gave a rough estimate of the yield per acre and the extent of degradation.

After hearing this, Huang Xintong's eyes widened: "Are you serious? Which company developed this?"

Yang Xiaole smiled upon hearing this: "It was developed using Life No. 1 potion. You know a lot about these things. I feel that this is a game-changer in international agriculture."

Huang Xintong took a deep breath and said, "More than that! As long as we can control the first and second generation of grain seeds, if we really have the yields you mentioned, our alliance can directly compete with, or even suppress, the four major grain merchants."

Yang Xiaole felt the same way.

He asked with a smile, "Tell me about it."

Upon hearing this, Huang Xintong said, "Think about it, how much grain is produced internationally right now? If you really have this technology and can control it, then you can dictate the price of grain internationally in the future. As long as you cut off the source, international grain prices will immediately skyrocket."

What is this? This is the power to set prices for grain! Do you understand?
What is the grain yield you mentioned?

Yang Xiaole thought for a moment and said, "If it's rice, we can produce 3.5 tons a year. That's the first generation I mentioned. Wheat can produce 2.8 tons, corn is about the same as rice, and soybeans are a little less, about 9300 tons."

However, I'm referring to yield per unit area, specifically when only one variety is planted. It's impossible to produce a second generation of seeds.

Do you understand?

Huang Xintong gasped.

"Really? If we calculate based on your yield, the soybeans produced would be enough to supply 240 million mu of land. The quantity of the third generation would be even more staggering. I think the total soybean planting area in our country is less than 200 million mu, right?"

I remember the data was 110 million mu (approximately 8.7 million hectares). The yield per mu was only a little over 200 jin (approximately 100 kg)! And that was for summer planting.

Yang Xiaole nodded slightly: "Pretty much. And the production capacity of these seeds will increase again in the future."

Since we haven't grown food for so long, the seeds for food haven't evolved much.

External research on food will not stop, and production will continue to increase.

His space will naturally increase gradually.

Huang Xintong was extremely surprised.

He said, "If that's really the case, as long as we can control the source, we can capture 20% of the global market share. I'm talking about the seed share."

"That's not much!"

"Isn't that enough? The four major grain traders have been operating globally for so many years, and they only account for less than 65% of the market. You already have 20%. Isn't that enough? Moreover, you said that your grain yield can be increased. The amount of grain seeds needed per acre is fixed. If the yield is increased, you can seize more market share."

Huang Xintong rolled her eyes.

Yang Xiaole nodded slightly upon hearing this.

In later generations, the four major granaries controlled 80% of the world's food.

He pulled himself together and said, "Not bad! This is how I plan it: the first generation of grain seeds definitely can't be spread abroad. At most, it'll be the second generation. When there are extra seeds, you can put them with Ermao. Once Ermao is saturated, then we can develop places like Brazil and Argentina."

These places will become major grain-producing areas in the future.

He then shared his thoughts.

As for the initial grain seeds, he would naturally find a way to have Ivanka transport them out by cargo ship.

Furthermore, they needed to use Huang Xintong's laboratory as a cover.

Otherwise, it would be a question where all these things came from.

Of course, this kind of thing is classified as confidential, so it's understandable that ordinary people don't know about it.

After listening, Huang Xintong pondered, "If it's Beidahuang Group, it should be possible. They used to be a production and construction corps, and I've heard of it."

"Yes! If you have time, think about a cooperation plan. As long as they agree, we can start the cooperation. We will provide the first-generation seeds, and the second-generation seeds produced will be sold as grain seeds."

Seeds are much more expensive than grains.

Currently, the price of high-quality grain seeds in China is three times the grain purchase price.

Controlling the source of food seeds means controlling the lifeline of local agriculture.

Huang Xintong thought for a moment and said, "You need to think it through. They might not agree to the sale of grain seeds in China!"

"Oh why?"

After saying that, I instantly understood.

"Oh, I see! Food security!"

If we cooperate in this way, we won't be able to see anything in the early stages.

However, if this goes on for too long and the technology is not mastered domestically, it's like putting the knife handle in someone else's hands.

If Yang Xiaole were to have any ulterior motives and cut off the grain supply, then grain production would decrease by 30% within a year.

Moreover, it will decrease by another 30% in the third year.

This is a very scary number.

Huang Xintong nodded gently: "Yes, food security is a matter of great importance to the whole world. It is still possible to grow it in Ermao, but in other places, the progress may not be as fast as you think."

Yang Xiaole smiled upon hearing this: "It's alright. If we can't sell domestically, we'll sell overseas. It's a good opportunity for the four major grain traders to grab international markets. We can take it slow."

At this point, he already sensed that the future landscape of the five major grain traders might unfold faster than he had imagined.

The world's fifth-largest grain trader is about to rise, and may even surpass these companies.

Just thinking about it makes him excited!
(End of this chapter)