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Chapter 413 Do you have many livestock in your village?

"Silly boy, you still don't understand five heads. You, me, your Uncle Cao..." Zhang Ziyi laughed, "If you add two cow heads, wouldn't it be five heads?"

Lao Cao also laughed and said, "Just keep it up. I heard someone said that the Stan cow can produce 10,000 jins of milk a year. Just think, two cows can produce 20,000 jins of milk a year. How many people are there in our village..."

Sun Jianping counted on his fingers and was shocked!
One person can get fifty kilograms of milk a year!

"You just think about eating. I see that there is a milk seller in Hecheng. They put two big rice dumplings on them and deliver them door to door. It costs ten cents to fill a scoop with half water. Do you think it takes a day to do it?" If you sell a hundred catties, will you get ten yuan?"

"That's the account!"

Lao Cao scratched his head, "But we have no way out, and they can't let us sell it!"

"Imagine, a living person can suffocate his urine to death!" Zhang Ziyi chuckled, "Besides, a cow gives birth to five cows every three years. If they are cared for carefully, these two big cows can reproduce in just a few years. If a group comes out, then we will not sell fresh milk, but milk tofu, and all the milk powder will make money!"

"Uncle Zhang is right. We don't buy cows to drink milk, but to make money for the team." Sun Jianping blew his nose. It was very cold today, and the hat Miss Qian knitted for him had big holes and small eyes. The wind leaked from all sides, which really froze him to death.

"Milk is a good thing. As Uncle Zhang said, not only can we sell fresh milk, but we can also make various dairy products. Moreover, after our saline-alkali land is reclaimed, straw piles up like mountains, so there will be no problem with feed."

The words made everyone's eyes sparkle, yes, as long as the cows are bought back, then the play will be easy to sing!
Finally arriving at the train station, several people got out of the car carrying gifts for everyone on the farm. Wang Liansheng watched from a distance and waved to them. He waited until they got on the train before picking up his whip and driving the curly horse back to the village.

There was no one on the train. The three of them sat down by the window, looking at the snowy scenery outside the window, wondering whether the trip went smoothly.

What if the Institute of Agricultural Science runs out of cows?
Wasn't the trip in vain?

Just call Jianping and his second uncle in advance!

Lao Cao was very upset.

When the bus arrived at Hecheng, many people got on. Zhang Ziyi crossed his legs and looked towards the door. He saw that most of the passengers who got on the bus were carrying large and small packages. They should be visiting relatives in Harbin. He curled his lips. .

He was looking for the pair of fat and thin men he met last time who made a living on the train!
But what disappointed him was that General Hengha seemed to have something to do today. Maybe he got into another car and didn't show up in front of them at all!

"Comrade, is there anyone here?"

Second General Heng Ha did not wait, but a middle-aged man in his forties came, wearing a yellow cotton coat and holding an artificial leather bag under his arm, and asked him with a smile.

"No, no one, sit down!"

Zhang Ziyi leaned aside, and the middle-aged man sat down, looked around the three of them, and smiled, "Are you going to Harbin City too?"

"Yup!"

Lao Cao took over the conversation, "Little brother, where are you?"

"I'm also going to Harbin City, Institute of Agricultural Sciences." The middle-aged man lowered his head, opened the zipper of the artificial leather bag, took out a brown paper bag, opened it, revealing two twists, opened his mouth to eat, and looked up at the three people , smiled apologetically, "Have you eaten? I have mahua here, bought from the state-owned canteen..."

He tore the twist into four pieces, placed them on the brown paper, and pushed them to the center of the small tea table, "Eat it!"

Lao Cao smiled, stretched out his hand and pushed it back, "Brother, you're welcome, you can eat, we have brought dry food."

The middle-aged man was a little embarrassed and sneered, "Okay, I won't be polite to you anymore."

He took two bites of Mahua and felt choked. He took out a glass bottle from his briefcase and got up to fetch water from the dining car.

"Uncle, this person..."

Sun Jianping saw that the twists were still placed on the small table, and Lao Cao shook his head, "Be careful when you go out. Who knows who is the flower who takes pictures, the trafficker who drugged people, or the Buddha who follows things?"

Sun Jianping nodded, as expected of an old Jianghu, with enough experience!

The middle-aged man came back with a hot glass bottle in his hand. He placed it on the table with a bang, splashing a lot of hot water. He lowered his head, put his mouth to the mouth of the bottle, blew gently, took a sip, and then took it. Get up and continue eating. Zhang Ziyi closed his eyes and seemed to be sleeping, but his hand was on the dagger at his waist, ready to prevent unexpected risks at any time.

Lao Cao also leaned on the back of his chair and snored. Only Sun Jianping was still curiously looking at the flashing lights outside the window.

Crane City is a well-known heavy industry base in the country. Outside the window, there are factories of all sizes stretching for dozens of miles. The lights are brightly lit at the moment, and countless industrial workers are busy producing various machinery and equipment.

"How old is my little brother this year?"

The middle-aged man chatted with Sun Jianping while eating mahua. Sun Jianping smiled and said, "It's the 19th of the New Year."

"Ah, what a year!" The middle-aged man stretched out his hand to try the glass bottle. He felt that it was not as hot as before, so he picked it up, blew lightly and took a sip, "Educated youth going to the countryside?"

"Ah."

"How is your food production now?"

"One acre of wheat costs 300 cents, corn costs 400 cents, and rice costs 300 cents, which is enough to eat."

"Compared to developed countries, our food output is still low!" A trace of melancholy appeared on the middle-aged man's face. "In Citiland, the corn yield per mu has reached 1,400 kilograms, which is three times that of ours. There are many, and people completed industrialization as early as the 1950s and 1960s, and we are still using traditional animal power...the difference is not even the slightest bit different!"

Sun Jianping's eyes lit up, this person...

They have a thorough understanding of agriculture!
"Citigroup is an old empire with a high level of industrialization. In addition, they use high-quality seeds and use a lot of chemical fertilizers. Of course, their output is higher than ours."

"What you said makes sense. I went to inspect various villages and saw that many villages are still using last year's crops to save seeds. This is definitely not possible. First of all, from a genetic point of view, the prerequisite for improved seeds must be excellent fathers. The original and the mother original..."

The middle-aged man talked so eloquently that he woke up Lao Cao!

He curled his lips, why is this man's mouth so broken!

There’s no end to the nagging!

"Jianping, are you hungry? There are pancakes baked by your sister-in-law in the bag."

"Well, uncle, do you want to eat?"

"I'm not hungry yet." All Lao Cao can think about now is cows, big black-and-white cows with calves in their bellies, and they give birth to calves in the new year, one becomes two!
The more I think about it, the more beautiful it becomes!

"I'll take care of my belly first."

Sun Jianping took out the baggage, pulled out a small package wrapped in kraft paper, opened it, took out the cake baked by Li Xiuzhi, added a couple of soybean oil and soybean noodles, and the aroma was fragrant.

The middle-aged man stretched his neck when he saw him choking. He smiled and pushed the cup in front of him, "Drink some water, little brother. Don't choke."

"Thank you!"

Sun Jianping said this, but did not pick up his glass bottle.

The middle-aged man looked a little embarrassed and coughed, "Do you have many animals in your village?"

"It's just two old cows and two horses, it's hard to do any work!" When Lao Cao heard this, he immediately became alert!
Could this man be a horse thief?
If you ask questions, you will eventually find out all the secrets of our village!
Sun Jianping was stunned for a moment, then immediately understood what Uncle Cao meant, and shook his head, "Without animal power, work will be difficult."

“If agriculture does not follow the path of mechanization, it will eventually lead to a dead end!”

The middle-aged man let out a long sigh and slapped the table hard, causing Zhang Ziyi to wake up. He put his hand on the dagger at his waist and almost took it out!

(End of this chapter)