1994: Vegetable farmers strike back

Chapter 1 1994 years

"Chen Jiazhi!"

A roar broke the silence.

The woman in flowered clothes pushed open the door and was furious when she saw the figure lying on the iron bed.

He picked up a pair of yellow rubber shoes at the door, walked to the bed in two steps, and said to the man, "It's already afternoon and you're still sleeping. You're so lazy!"

Chen Jiazhi was still a little confused when he opened his eyes after feeling a sharp pain. "Who the hell hit me?!"

"Who hit you? You were sleeping so soundly. You're so lazy that you won't even have food to eat!"

Two more whooshes.

"Li Xiu went to clean the ditch with her belly bulging, and you, a man, are sleeping in the house. I won't be able to calm down if I don't beat you to death today!"

While I was distracted, the yellow rubber shoes came to greet me again.

Chen Jiazhi dodged subconsciously, but was still scratched a little. He grimaced in pain and grabbed the yellow rubber shoes that were swinging towards him again.

At first glance, it was clearly the second sister Chen Jiafang when she was young.

"Second sister!"

"You still know that I'm your second sister!"

Chen Jiazhi let go of his yellow rubber shoes, and his second sister hit him with the sole of her shoe again. This time she didn't hit his face, but his back. Chen Jiazhi endured it.

As far as I can remember, my second sister only hit him once.

While being beaten, Chen Jiazhi also took a look at the situation in the room.

It was a simple brick house, about twenty square meters, with a glazed tile roof and two bunk beds separated by a curtain. Pesticides and fertilizers were piled in the corner.

There was also a poster of Faye Wong hanging on the wall, as well as a calendar with the year clearly written on it: 1994!
His first year working in the south!
Panyu, Dongxiang Vegetable Market!
Chen Jiafang was stunned when she saw him taking the beating. Considering the character of this second-generation rich man, this shouldn't happen. It seemed that this was quite a blow to him.

"What are you still standing there for? The rain is still falling. Hurry up and pick up Li Xiu."

Chen Jiaying scolded, "You should be more careful. You're 21 years old, about to become a father, but you have no money in your pocket and you're lazy. Li Xiu will suffer if she follows you!"

Chen Jiazhi roughly understood that he was reborn.

Although he was used to hearing novels like The Return of the God of War, he still felt it was a bit strange.

He is just an old vegetable farmer who has been growing vegetables all his life. How could he deserve the chance to be reborn?

"Second sister, what month and date is today?"

"You really were confused after sleeping. March 27th." Chen Jiafang pretended to hit him again: "Go quickly, what are you dawdling about? Get him back first!"

"Oh."

"Go and talk nicely. Your brother Yi and I won't ask for the money. Just do some hard work growing vegetables, sell some, and give birth to the baby first. Oh, what a sin!"

"okay."

Chen Jiazhi recalled the current situation and walked out of the shed barefoot and in silence.

Memories gradually become clearer~
This was the most unsuccessful moment in his life.

More than half a month ago, he borrowed 50 yuan from his fellow villager Liu Minghua to buy fertilizer. This morning, Liu Minghua and his wife came to block the door and demanded that he and his wife pay it back immediately.

You are not allowed to leave if you don’t pay it back.

It just so happened that I hadn't been able to cook recently, and I didn't have enough money in my pocket, and Liu Minghua had to pay it back again~
The noise was so loud that all the villagers in the house were alarmed.

It was this 50 yuan that forced the couple into a state of humiliation, and Li Xiu was so anxious that tears came to her eyes.

In the end, it was his second sister who rescued him and returned the money.

However, this was not the worst. He failed to grow any decent vegetables for two or three months, and his wife was about to give birth.

The second sister was anxious every day, staring at him all the time, and cursing at him if she disagreed with him. Her sharp tongue could kill people.

In reality, it was tough for everyone, including vegetable farmers who worked the land for a living. The weather was bizarre this year, and even the most experienced farmers were tormented to the point of near-death experience. This was a year that all the vegetable farmers in the Flower City would never forget.

April's plum rains rotted the roots, May and June's heavy rains wiped out the harvest, July and August's typhoons brought floods, October's high temperatures and drought, and the end-of-year cold snap...

But fortunately, in July, the month of Li Xiu's production, he was lucky enough to grow a small field of cowpeas during the typhoon season.

The cowpeas were so good that everyone came to look at them again and again. The price was also good, selling for 2 to 3 yuan per catty, almost catching up with the price of meat.

This alleviated the urgent problem.

Today is March 27th, and it is raining. The next day will be the continuous plum rain. Many vegetables have yellow leaves and rotten roots, and vegetable farmers have suffered heavy losses.

Chen Jiazhi was no exception in his previous life. All the vegetables rotted and he lived a very difficult life.

"Based on my thirty years of experience in vegetable farming..."

Chen Jiazhi walked barefoot on the muddy dirt road. The ground was a bit slippery, so he could only grip the ground with his thumbs, while thinking about countermeasures in his mind.

Disasters are also opportunities.

This year, vegetable prices in Huacheng will reach new heights again and again, and the price increase will start from now on.

As long as you can grow vegetables, you won’t have to worry about not living a good life.

But the most urgent task right now is to solve the root rot caused by plum rain. We can’t let this season’s vegetables rot in vain again!
...

The Dongxiang vegetable market is not small, covering an area of ​​nearly 200 acres. It was originally one of the vegetable bases of a certain vegetable company, but it could no longer operate.

The company subcontracted the land, and this group of people from Xichuan took over most of it.

Each family grows a little land, some grow more than ten acres, and some grow two or three acres. The annual rent per acre is 280 yuan.

Chen Jiazhi and Li Xiu came later, and the land they cultivated was very scattered. They only had two or three acres in total, but they divided it into several plots.

Behind a cucumber field with a rack set up, Chen Jiazhi saw Li Xiu.

She was young, beautiful, with fair skin, wearing a faded red shirt, black trousers, and rain boots, and was working hard to clean the ditch with a crowbar.

Chen Jiazhi was filled with guilt. They had been married for a lifetime, but he only remembered that painful old woman.

"Li Xiu, go home."

Li Xiu looked up, glanced at him, then went back to work, ignoring him.

That's right. It turns out I was a bit stubborn when I was young, but not as stubborn as him. After all, he is the one who was born in the Year of the Ox, and the whole family has to obey him.

Chen Jiazhi stepped forward and snatched the pry barge from her hand: "You go back, I'll clean the ditch."

"How can you clean with bare feet?" Li Xiu glared at him and said, "You don't look like a worker. Go back to sleep!"

"You can do it barefoot too. It's just cleaning, not digging a ditch."

Li Xiu obviously didn't believe it, and he was the one who complained the most about being tired. Chen Jiazhi didn't say much, and just bent down and started working.

His image as a lazy man when he was young was deeply rooted in people's minds. At this time, no matter how hard he tried to persuade him, it happened that the rain had stopped.

The cucumber field belongs to my fellow villager, and the small rectangular field next to it is his, which is about one-third of the field, and is where he planted the Chinese cabbage this time.

There is a drainage outlet at the right angle of his land, which is connected to the main drainage ditch on the side. The water from the surrounding seven or eight acres of land has to be drained from here. The land is relatively low-lying.

But it turns out that the Dongxiang vegetable market has undergone land reclamation, so it is generally not flooded unless high tide and heavy rain come at the same time.

If people walk on the edge of the ditch, it will cause collapse, so it has to be cleaned once a year.

Although his young body was delicate and tender, Chen Jiazhi felt full of energy. He widened and deepened the old grooves with clean and neat movements.

Li Xiu watched from the side and felt that something was different about him. His simple movements were so smooth and effortless.

To put it bluntly, he is like a farmer. He no longer has a good appearance but cannot make a living by being handsome.

(End of this chapter)