1983Fishing and Farming between Mountains and Seas

Chapter 387: Deposit Certificate

Because he was so tired after going out to sea for several days in a row, Liang Ziqiang did not go to the bank immediately the next day after returning home. Instead, he completely relaxed and had a good rest for the whole day.

On the third day, while Liang Jingcheng was still sleeping, he greeted his mother and asked her to help feed him complementary food. Then he and his wife took their ID cards and money and went to the city.

The total income from this trip, including the Xiangfei fish, was more than 15,000 yuan, and after deducting the fuel and labor costs, we could still save 14,000 yuan.

In addition, I earned about 11,000 yuan from selling all the farmed shrimps last time. I didn’t save the money at the time and it is still locked in a box at home.

If I bring it with me this time, it means I can deposit 25,000 yuan in the bank this time.

We were still driving a lotus-patterned wooden boat, but we did not stop at Sham Luo Wan. Instead, we found a shore closer to the Binzhou District, stopped there, and went to the Binzhou District branch of the Industrial and Commercial Bank of China.

Taking into account that some plans may have to be implemented in about three months, the 25,000 yuan was not deposited for one or half a year, but for three months, and the interest rate is relatively lower.

The entire twenty-five thousand was in Chen Xiangbei’s name.

After returning from the bank, they happened to see an agricultural and sideline products supply and marketing market not far away, so the couple bought some daily necessities together.

Chen Xiangbei still didn't want to hang around the city for too long, fearing that her son would be hungry at home.

"He is now willing to drink rice porridge and meat porridge, and he will be weaned after a while. Otherwise, you can't go anywhere, and you can't put your mind at ease when you go out to do something!"

Liang Ziqiang couldn't help but bring up this question, thinking of how he and his wife always came and went in a hurry every time they came to the city.

Unexpectedly, the wife disagreed when she heard this: "You're going to stop the baby just after nine months? You're really cruel. You should at least let the baby feed for a full year before weaning him, right?"

Naturally, the wife has the final say in this matter. If she insists on a year, we'll just wait until the full year has passed.

Not surprisingly, as soon as he got home, Liang Jingcheng was crying and looking for her again. Liang Ziqiang was a little helpless when he saw this, thinking that his son had grown up in Chen Xiangbei's arms and was a little too dependent on his mother. It would probably be a little difficult to stop breastfeeding in the future.

After dinner, the two of them took out a small notebook and used a blue ballpoint pen to record the 25,000 yuan they had deposited today. This specially bought small notebook was like their account book.

All the deposit slips are placed one by one in a small aluminum box and are also recorded in a notebook.

All in all, the total amount of savings they have in the two banks now totals a total of 160,000!

In addition, there are several thousand dollars in cash in the box, which are kept there and may be used soon.

It can be said that the income from all kinds of fishing, whether shallow or deep sea, is not as good as the income from the wintering fishing grounds in the past few months. Otherwise, Liang Ziqiang himself could hardly imagine that his income could accelerate like a rocket.

The two of them were sorting out the deposit slips, and behind them there was a burst of oohs and ahs. Little Jingcheng was immersed in talking to himself, and no one could understand him.

Suddenly, amidst the "oh ah" sounds, there was a "ma ma". Although it was immature and unclear, it was still faintly audible and obviously different from the usual "oh ah" sounds.

The hands of the two men holding the account books and deposit certificates paused. Chen Xiangbei's reaction was particularly big, and he shuddered.

"Is my son calling anyone? Will he call me?!"

"It sounds like he's calling for mom, it's somewhat similar!"

He turned around in disbelief, expecting his son to look up and yell at them. But he saw the little guy stretching and shrinking, crawling on the bed, prostrating himself, like a little turtle.

His head was raised, but his face was facing the head of the bed, and his eyes were not looking at Chen Xiangbei, but at the pillow.

"He really is calling mom. He calls the pillow mom, this kid!" Liang Ziqiang laughed.

It should be purely unconscious. The little guy may be eager to imitate others' speech recently, so he has become a bit chatty, chattering for half a day in "baby talk", and then accidentally uttering syllables like "mama".

However, it will probably take another two months for him to truly understand the meaning of the word "Mom" and consciously call his mother "Mom".

Seeing this, Chen Xiangbei was a little disappointed, but she still put down the account book and happily hugged her son. After being picked up, Cheng Cheng, who was crawling happily, stood on the bed with his feet. Chen Xiangbei tried to loosen his grip and found that he actually stood for about two or three seconds before falling to the side.

"I can stand for so long!" She was surprised again.

Cheng Cheng's main fitness method now is crawling on all fours. Previously, he could stand up occasionally, but it was only for a few seconds. If he was not supported, he would fall down immediately. Now he can stand for two or three seconds, which surprised Liang Ziqiang.

He also held his son and praised him, but he had no intention of letting him continue to try standing. After all, he was only nine months old and his leg bones had not yet grown. It would be bad to rush him to stand for a long time.

The next day was a sunny day with strong sunshine and rising temperatures. Fortunately, we continued to rest today. Liang Ziqiang did not dare to go to the wintering fishing grounds when the temperature started to rise.

Although it was still a long way from the arrival of the hot summer, the wintering ground was special and warmer than other sea areas. He had no idea whether destructive weather would begin to appear when the temperature rose, and he didn't dare to gamble.

I called my father and elder brother and decided to go to the shrimp pond in the east of the village to see how the pond bottom was doing after being limed.

After walking around the ponds, the three of them went to the abandoned salt pans. This time they only caught half a bucket of Artemia, which was much less than usual.

Although the shrimp pond has been emptied, there are still a small number of shrimps that they have deliberately kept in the small isolated broodstock pond. They are raised as broodstock and can be raised until the shrimp fry are hatched in July.

They fed Artemia and peanut bran into the broodstock pond. After a while, they felt a little too warm, so the father and his two sons took off their outermost coats and put them aside.

Liang's father never missed a chance to smoke. He had brought a bamboo cigarette in a bucket, and he lit it up and took two puffs.

Liang Ziqiang straightened up and saw a figure walking towards the east of the village from the direction of the village.

The man had his hands behind his back and walked with great momentum. It was Zhong Yongrui.

"Defu, how come you're a bigger smoker than I am? I heard smoking too much is not good for you!"

As he approached, Zhong Yongrui actually tried to persuade Liang's father, who was smoking, to come over.

"I'm fine. I'm not like Lao Wang, who coughs all day long!" Liang's father looked quite proud, and then asked Zhong Yongrui, "Did you come to see me on purpose?"

"I'm mainly looking for Ah Qiang," Zhong Yongrui pointed at Liang Ziqiang, "I just went to your house and heard that you were here. It's a coincidence that I'm looking for you to talk about the shrimp pond!"

"Uncle Rui, please speak now. I'm listening!" Liang Ziqiang said.

He had been to Zhong Ming's home a few days ago, just to talk to Zhong Yongrui about expanding the contract. Unexpectedly, Zhong Yongrui was not at home at the time, and then Liang Ziqiang was busy going out to sea, so the matter was put on hold for a few days.

Now that Zhong Yongrui has come to discuss the shrimp pond, Liang Ziqiang is not planning to bring up the contracting issue on his own initiative. He'd rather listen to what Zhong Yongrui has to say first.

"Did you come to my house to look for me a few days ago?" Zhong Yongrui asked, "I happened to be called to a meeting in town that day."

After a pause, Zhong Yongrui's next words made Liang Ziqiang prick up his ears.

Zhong Yongrui told:

"The town called the village specifically to urge me to attend a meeting, mainly about an important matter.

Now the seafood market has expanded, and the export is booming, which can make a significant contribution to export earnings! The amount of seafood caught in the sea alone is a bit tight, and we have to work on both legs. The authorities are determined to increase the encouragement of seafood farming!

Anyone who has skills and abilities will be given the greatest support! ”

"Is this true?" Liang Ziqiang's heart beat faster, but he looked calm and pretended not to know much about these developments.

"How big is the greatest support and what kind of support are there?" Liang Ziqiang asked.

He is not interested in aquaculture, but aquaculture will be an important springboard and shell for his next deep-sea plan...

(End of this chapter)