Let you go home and raise chickens, what the hell is this confinement center?

Chapter 71: Opening a shop? What specialties does our village have?

May is passing quickly and June is coming.

"Brother Lin, your wheat is growing really well."

Chen Yifan squatted in Lin Feng's wheat field, carefully observing every wheat seedling.

I don’t know why, but everyone sows seeds at the same time and uses similar methods.

However, the wheat seedlings in Brother Lin's family grow better than those in their fields.

At first he thought it was his hallucination.

But when I was collecting samples this morning, I also collected data on Brother Lin’s wheat.

Unexpectedly, they discovered that the wheat was nearly one centimeter taller than the wheat in their fields.

Even the roots are a little thicker than those in their fields.

This is not normal!
Hearing this, Lin Feng glanced at his wheat field.

In fact, all the wheat seeds planted in his ten acres of wheat field were drawn by the system lottery.

Originally he just wanted to replace two acres.

But then I thought about it, it’s the same sowing and the same fertilization.

If only two acres grow particularly well, wouldn't that be more noticeable than if all ten acres grow particularly well?

With ten acres of land, everyone prospers together and suffers together.

It is also more difficult to see any difference from other wheat.

He sold the original wheat seeds directly at the market.

I didn't expect that it would be bought as soon as it was put on display, so there was no waste at all.

Lin Feng said while watering the plants:

"Really? I don't know. You helped me hoe the land, and you taught me how to sow seeds."

"I just drove the seed drill back and forth in the field."

He scratched his head and continued to play dumb:
"Is it possible that this land has not been cultivated for several years, so it is particularly rich in nutrients?"

"I think it's possible."

Another voice came from the side immediately.

"Look, the corn in Brother Lin's field is growing better than the corn in our field."

“Although it doesn’t look as conspicuous as wheat, the rhizome is about one or two millimeters thicker on average.”

Bai Wentao shook the notebook in his hand and said.

It’s not my fault.

Lin Feng thought secretly in his heart.

"The corn is ordinary corn seeds, the kind you buy from the agricultural supply station."

"Alas, there is nothing we can do about it."

Comrade Liu Siyan rarely spoke, and she grabbed a handful of dirt from the ground.

He looked at it carefully and rubbed it with his hands.

In fact, after all these years, no one has fully solved the secret of soil.

The perfect nutrient soil they prepare is often not as good as pure natural good soil, let alone the humus soil deep in the mountains.

There seems to be no difference for ordinary vegetables and fruits.

But for Chinese medicinal materials, the gap is very obvious.

The decline of traditional Chinese medicine is also due to this reason.

"Brother Lin, can I collect some soil and take it back to have a look?" Liu Siyan asked.

"Just pick it." Lin Feng nodded and said indifferently.

He couldn't just deliver the spiritual water and spiritual fertilizer directly to these students.

But if they can uncover the secret of spiritual water and fertilizer from a small amount of soil resources.

Lin Feng could be said to be eager to know.

Just when a group of students were having a heated discussion about why Lin Feng's crops grew better than those in their fields.

The loudspeaker in their village, which was rarely used, suddenly sounded.

"Notice, notice, all villagers, please come to the village activity center for a meeting at 2 pm."

"I repeat once again, all villagers, please come to the village activity center for a meeting at 2 pm."

All the students in the field, even Lin Feng, raised their heads curiously and looked in the direction of the loud speaker involuntarily.

At the same time, the village news group was also shaking wildly.

Some asked what was going on, while others simply asked for leave saying they were out and couldn't go. This was the first time Lin Feng had experienced something like this since returning to the village.

My curiosity was aroused for a moment, and I decided to go and take a look in the afternoon.

………………

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the chairs in the village activity center were gradually filled with people.

It seemed that everyone who could come had come, and many of those who could not come asked for leave in the group or asked their neighbors to help convey their message.

Everyone looked very skilled, totally different from Lin Feng who was here for the first time.

Lin Feng entered the room five minutes early. The small room was already full of people in the corner.

The corner of his eye twitched and he sighed inwardly, wondering why people are always like this no matter where they go.

In university classes, I sit in the corner; in company meetings, I hide in the corner; in village meetings, I also put myself first in the corner.

There are also small groups that are divided very clearly.

He found an empty seat not too close to the front and sat down.

Village chief Song Jun walked in with the village leadership team at exactly two o'clock.

I didn't rush into the meeting. I waited for ten minutes and made sure that no one else would come before I closed the door and got down to business.

In a classroom-sized space, Song Jun shouted directly:
"It's not a big deal, but it's a good thing."

"If we do something good, all the villagers can get some money."

Speaking of money, the person who started yawning in the room suddenly felt less sleepy.

His eyes were getting bigger and bigger.

The impatient one asked directly: "What's the good news?"

Lin Feng was also a little curious, so he secretly straightened up and looked in the direction of the village chief.

Song Jun cleared his throat and said:
"That's right. The tourism industry in Beixueling has developed well in our county in the past two years."

"We took advantage of this momentum to develop a tourist street."

"While the county is developing, it has not forgotten our villages."

"We have reserved a small shop of more than ten square meters for each village."

"No rent, just 10% of the store's turnover to offset it."

"The remaining money, after paying taxes and deducting principal, can be distributed to the villagers."

"Of course the more you work, the more you get."

The people in the village may not have a high level of education, but they are not fools.

I understood what was going on as soon as I heard it.

This is equivalent to the county giving them a shop where they can sell things and make money.

But the question is, what to sell?

Song Jun also spoke at this time and said:

"Yes, I just came here to discuss with you what to sell."

“The county’s intention is to sell some of our local specialties.”

What local specialties do they have?

Lin Feng sat in the crowd with a confused look on his face.

Please forgive him for having just returned not long ago and not knowing much about the surrounding area.

At most, you can know which village has a fish pond and where there is a fruit forest.

Now he understood that he just needed to listen to the matter, the important thing was to participate.

After getting into position, he turned his gaze towards where the majority of the village's troops were gathered.

Secretary Wang also spoke at this time. He said:
"Let me give you an example. They in Xiajia Village are going to sell straw weaving."

"It's the various straw mats and handicrafts made from corn husks..."

"Oh this one!"

Upon hearing this, someone immediately responded:
"I heard from my brother-in-law's second aunt that there was an old lady in their village."

"That old lady has great craftsmanship. The mats she weaves are very strong and durable."

The people nearby nodded in unison.

I think this is a pretty good idea.

But the problem is that no one in their village knows how to do it.

Now I feel depressed again...

(End of this chapter)