Abandoned the Immortal Cultivator, returned to his hometown to farm and sing

Chapter 1377, Section 1364: Victory Settlement (Part Two)

Lebanon is a stark example.

It slammed into the faces of many countries with a thud.

We can't do without agriculture.

In critical moments, food, a life-saving commodity, is something that money can't buy.

What's more, they don't have any money.

Whether it's for the lives of their own citizens or not.

Whether they wanted to continue lording it over others or not, the lives of Lebanon's top leaders after they fled are a familiar story, like those of stray dogs.

Whether it's guarding against the rise of their own opposition or being wary of milk tea shops taking this opportunity to greatly increase their strength, both are equally imminent.

Anyway, whatever the reason.

All the countries already understand that they must control their own food supply.

Relying solely on imports is simply unreliable.

Then the problem is coming.

How to control it?

They had no money, no skills, no experience; they were penniless and had nothing.

Where to begin?

The same answer was laid out clearly before me.

Autumn Goose No. 9!

It has a high yield, grows quickly, and is not too difficult to grow.

Although it tastes bad.

But it can be eaten, it can survive, and it can serve as a safety net.

If we want to develop industry again in the future, we will have the raw materials for the chemical industry.

The best part is that Qiuyan-9 is from an Eastern country.

It is well known that Easterners are particularly easy to talk to and only care about money when doing business.

We will not interfere in your internal affairs, support opposition forces, take no part in your diplomacy, or request the stationing of troops.

They don't even want hegemony, they just want money.

In international exchanges, money is actually the most favorable condition.

They are simply the best partners.

So this period before National Day.

Of the 58 countries and regions in the world with food insecurity, 41 sent delegations and dignitaries to the capital under the pretext of attending celebrations and sending blessings.

The capital has been bustling lately, it truly feels like all nations have come to pay tribute.

As for their purpose in coming...

If you need assistance, that's fine.

Cooperation is possible.

It's not like we can't discuss getting a loan.

No money?

It's okay if you don't have money.

If you don't have money, you have minerals, oil and gas, timber, and raw materials...

It doesn't matter if we don't have these. What about the location? Is it on a waterway? Is it at a key point? Is there a port? An inland waterway is fine too. Is it suitable to set up a supply station?

Even just a piece of empty land, rented for 99 years, would be fine to build a warehouse center.

It's not in the shipping lane.

No problem, no problem, we can always find land, farmland, pasture, forest, fish farm, anything will do.

Not yet?

Are the conditions really that bad?
There must be some people.

Market access, RMB settlement, infrastructure investment and operating rights.

Even importing some small commodities would be better.

More than 40 countries, with a total of 3.43 million people.

Such a huge market has already opened its doors.

With over 300 million people, even if each person only buys one item of clothing for 9.9 yuan with free shipping every year, that would still amount to several billion yuan.

Easterners have huge appetites; they want everything and are not picky about anything.

Everything can be put to a proper use.

We can't let them come all this way for nothing; we have to take something back with them, right?

In an instant, the reputation of Easterners as "kind" and "naive and innocent" resounded throughout the world.

It was an empty beach that nobody wanted, and it wasn't ceded, but rented to them with rent paid, and quite a lot of it.

In return, he could receive seeds, technology, and experts to help him grow crops and avoid going hungry.

It's a barren mountain, full of broken rocks that are so heavy they're unusable for building houses, and nobody wants them.

They rented it to Asians, and they even paid them.

They could also exchange it for grain seeds and technology.

They also built roads for us, and when they did the road construction, they made us work there and paid us wages.

Our leaders are forcing them to hire four thousand people.

They all went to the mountains to dig stones and build roads.

They even forced them to provide meals.

Everyone has strength.

They still dare to provide meals?

We have to show those ignorant Easterners what our appetite is like, and eat them out of house and home!
Our leader even forced them to send a hospital and two schools.

It's aid, and it doesn't cost any money!
Isn't this just a classic case of being taken advantage of?

That's right. I heard that once the school is built, the children in the family won't be able to play freely anymore. They won't be able to herd sheep or hunt whenever they want.

They all had to go to school to study, and at a young age, they lost their freedom, the blue sky and white clouds, and the wilderness and grasslands.

All that's left are books and homework.

However, I heard that the school provides meals and an egg every day.

Go, all of you go. It'll save your family two meals. If you don't have freedom, so be it.

After the news was released.

The people on the Eastern side were also very happy.

It is one of the few undeveloped super-large copper mines in the world with proven total reserves of over 7.05 million tons, an average copper content of 1.56%, and metallic copper reserves of over 1000 million tons.

So fresh and lovely... and you got her?

The price to pay is only $40 billion in rent for a 99-year lease.

A batch of Qiuyan No. 9 seedlings, a batch of machinery and equipment, and agricultural experts were dispatched to provide technical support, transforming 2,000 hectares of farmland.

Two strawberry production bases and a strawberry jam processing plant.

That place is suitable for growing strawberries, so let's clear out the opium den and plant strawberries there instead.

There are also 4,000 jobs that must be filled by locals, along with two highways and a railway.

The road was still for the copper mine.

The other party must be a sucker.

Is it appropriate to bully people like this?

Even though they gave away a hospital and two schools as gifts.

It's still hard to bear.

Of course, sending them to schools and hospitals should be publicized extensively and spread around the world.

As for the rest, just keep quiet and make a fortune...

However, even Easterners can make mistakes.

The next transaction resulted in a "scam".

It's that little old man with the white goose.

He has a kind and gentle face, like a Santa Claus.

I never expected it to be this "bad".

The old man with the white goose also came to visit, and also to beg for alms.

But he didn't come empty-handed.

They brought a whole plane full of gifts.

Coincidentally, the gift was also potatoes, packed in a burlap sack.

Potatoes are just an ordinary variety, and there aren't many in a plane, so they're not worth much.

But places where potatoes grow are good.

The old man brought potatoes from Siberia.

Although Belarus is not part of Siberia, isn't it inconvenient for the geese next door?
The old man didn't care; he was willing to do it, and lending him some money was his gift.

Back in the later stages of World War II, the Soviet Union evacuated more than 600,000 Japanese soldiers.

They were sent to Siberia to build roads, do manual labor, and dig potatoes.

The soil in Siberia is fertile; potatoes there can fill a whole sack with just one dig.

The Japanese were so happy!

Excited, he took off all his clothes and ran around naked in the snow.

Then I ran to the stove to warm myself; it was so warm, warm from the inside out.

Exactly, the Soviet Union was really rough around the edges back then.

In 1946 and 1947, the Japanese devils were sent home.

It's only been two or three years, and 300,000 Japanese soldiers have already gone back.

But that land where they shed blood and sweat, and perhaps something else entirely.

It became more fertile after they left.

The potatoes that the old man from Belarus brought were grown in that area.

The potatoes I grew were excellent.

Everyone who's tried it says it's delicious, absolutely top-notch. The soil there is so fertile.

The old Belarusian man brought this as a gift.

What else can people from East Asia do?
I can only pamper her.

They were served the best food and drinks.

Some of the demands are a bit unreasonable... but we can only grit our teeth and accept them.

The old Belarusian man was really not polite.

Autumn Goose No. 9? I want it!

He said he wanted to plant it on that fertile soil, on 10,000 hectares.

In a small country with 9 million people and an area of ​​only 200,000 square kilometers, how can they possibly cultivate 10,000 hectares? Can they even eat it all?

The old man didn't care; he just wanted it.

Sigh, here you go.

The old man also wanted an alcohol fermentation plant and a glucose manufacturing plant.

We want to become the twelfth country to be able to produce its own alcohol.

They also need ethanol processing plants to produce fuel additives to add to their gasoline.

So that's what they were planning.

I gave it to them out of consideration for their gift.

Others include motorcycle manufacturers, car assembly plants, joint venture engine manufacturers, etc.

We need to build an industrial park.

It even had to use a China-Europe freight train.

The total value is over 20 billion.

Moreover, none of these white geese were paid for.

They traded potash fertilizer for it, and the contract period was as long as ten years.

The old man has already planned out his livelihood for the next ten years.

White geese produce this, and there's a huge amount in reserves that we can't use up ourselves.

Dongfang imports 1200 to 1400 million tons of potash fertilizer annually, accounting for more than 60% of its total fertilizer imports.

23% of them were imported from white geese.

Moreover, with the implementation of Professor Du's Energy Promotion Plan, which is only just beginning, it has already added more than 10,000 to 100,000 mu of arable land to each province, and this number will continue to increase in the future.

The top-and-bottom covering technology in Qi Ruomu's area has been completed, restoring 70,000 mu of saline-alkali land in Hainan, and is now being promoted to the Huanghuai region.

There are also large-scale plantings of plants such as Glutamic acid, Super Malan grass, and Qiuyan No. 9, which have reclaimed wasteland and desert.

The area of ​​arable land will continue to increase.

Correspondingly, the amount of chemical fertilizers used is also increasing.

Having a stable, long-term, and abundant potash fertilizer supply isn't necessarily a bad thing...
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Due to dozens of countries and hundreds of collaborations.

All of these involve "Qiuyan-9".

Therefore, Wang Shaopeng had to participate in everything.

Autumn Goose No. 9 has also returned to Nongsheng.

During this period, he knew the material every day, whether he opened his eyes or closed them.

We really enjoyed the meeting.

Along with his team of more than twenty people, they were all deathly pale, walking unsteadily, like ghosts.

I don't dare go out at night, afraid that someone passing by will see me and scare me to death.

What angered Wang Shaopeng the most was...

Luo Yihang was in the capital, but he didn't come to help at all.

It only happened twice in total. The first time, they took dozens of sacks of potatoes.

Then he took a whole plane from the old man with the white goose.

This is good stuff, we shouldn't miss out.

The first batch of dozens of sacks, half of which were given to Grandpa Guangguang and the other half to Old Cheng from Hainan.

The two old men would cook a meal whenever they had free time, whether it was steamed, roasted, stewed, or fried, and they were happier and happier with each bite.

I'll live for two more years because of this potato.

The next plane delivered the food to Jiweilou.

They invited renowned chefs from all over the country to set up a potato feast on Beida Street in front of Jiweilou Restaurant.

A continuous banquet, you can sit down and eat, anyone can come, all prepared by top chefs.

They even stated explicitly that these were Siberian potatoes, and each sack was filled with them.

The soil there is fertile.

Anyway, it's a private company, and it's a private matter, so nobody can interfere.

Mr. Wang, a teacher at No. 3 Middle School, experienced that period of time; his family had a blood feud.

Upon hearing this, I immediately grabbed the biggest pot and started stir-frying hot and sour shredded potatoes for three days straight.

My shoulder is swollen so badly, I have to stir-fry it even though it's covered in plasters.

I'm happy.

Then he made his second appearance at the final reception dinner.

Luo Yihang, like a butterfly flitting about, went around chatting with people while holding a wine glass.

Luo Yihang was equally blunt.

"Where are you from? Sierra Leone. You have really good stuff there, have some, we can use it to make ice cream."

"Where are you from? Lesotho. You produce mohair there, right? You know, Angolan goat hair. I'd like some to make a few trench coats or something."

"Comoros? Cloves, vanilla, ylang-ylang, all good stuff, have some."

"Zimbabwe? I've heard your golden tobacco is a real gem, your national treasure. Get me some of the good stuff, my dad likes it, he sneaks a puff now and then..."

He's not here for the dinner party; he's here to go on a shopping spree.

When the big boss of Qingyin Agriculture speaks, who dares to disrespect him?

They grant any request, give whatever you want, and eagerly send you gifts, all of them the finest and most luxurious.

Then I felt so happy, I never expected to be able to sign a few more deals right at the very end.

A couple of days later, Luo's father and Luo Yihang's third uncle, Luo Xiang, were also very happy.

They huddled together and buried themselves in dividing the spoils.

These are national treasure-level tobacco leaves, usually reserved as state gifts, something that can't be bought.

There was a large bag in front of the two of them.

My son (nephew) got it for me; he's so filial.

No wonder it's called golden tobacco; its color is truly golden yellow.

You don't even need to light it; it smells delicious and fragrant.

It made Luo Ma and Lin Jia very angry.

This son (nephew) is not filial at all!
So you're not hiding it anymore, are you? Openly giving your dad cigarettes.

We'll see how we deal with him when he gets back.
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"Ah!"

Luo Yihang, far away in the capital, sneezed without realizing it.

Yes, someone must be missing him.

Old John, who was standing in front of him, was quite concerned and comforted him, saying, "Luo, did you not get enough rest? The weather in the capital is indeed very changeable; it suddenly turned from summer to autumn."

Luo Yihang finally met with Old John.

The old man was getting anxious after ignoring him for so long.

But he didn't show it on the surface.

Since they care so much, Luo Yihang naturally can't be impolite.

He added with equal concern, "Hey John, your organization, did they have a problem with you for throwing you out to sign this surrender document?"

"I'm not trying to cause trouble, but I just feel that you've been traveling back and forth so much, signing humiliating treaties and unequal treaties. It's not an easy job, and you'll likely be blamed when you go back."

He is a caring person.

Old John's expression changed immediately.

It seems he knew this wasn't an easy job.

Knowing this makes things much easier.

Luo Yihang leaned back on the sofa, crossed his legs, and started chatting.

"You know Napoleon I, right? He was exiled after signing the surrender document, and later he even died."

"His nephew, Napoleon III, suffered terribly after surrendering."

"That German Field Marshal Keitel signed the surrender document in Berlin and was executed the very next day."

“That Pétain of France, the one who surrendered after about forty days, was imprisoned until he died.”

"Saddam Hussein was hanged after he surrendered."

There are many examples like Luo Yihang.

He's become a bit path-dependent again.

He was still thinking of scaring old John to see if he could win him over.

Even if you can't pull it all the way, you can still pry it open with a hoe and make a few cracks, that would be good too.

Whether there are dates or not, throw a few shots.

Before he could finish speaking, Old John interrupted him, "Lo, I'm not here to talk to you about history today."

Then, with a rather amused expression, he said with a smile, "Luo, do you want to continue fighting?"

Luo Yihang sat up abruptly, his expression even happier than his own, genuinely delighted. "Great! Great! Keep fighting! Let's keep going! This time it's a deal, no surrendering! It's either you die or I live!"

Old John: "..."

"I thought all Easterners were peace-loving."

Luo Yihang nodded. "No, I'm not."

Old John: "..."

"Luo, let's talk about serious matters..."

(End of this chapter)