Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

When they reached the mouth of the ditch, Zhu Yan and Jiang Xue turned to Luan Feng's house, and Wan Feng and Zhu Ping walked into the ditch and came to Liang Wan's house.

The most significant change in Liang Wan's family now is that those stinky boys have been expelled from the country because they delayed the girls embroidering here.

Therefore, the girls gathered in a lot, embroidering in the back room.

The light bulb decisively turned into a hundred degrees after being complained by Wanfeng last time, lighting up a small room like daylight.

The patterns embroidered by these girls have become larger and smaller. The largest pattern has a diameter of two inches, and the smallest is the Fengfeng brand trademark, which is more than an inch long and one finger wide.

This trademark is embroidered for two cents, which means that the two characters can be embroidered directly with thread. People with fast hands can embroider five or six in an hour.

"I said my nephew, what do the two words on Luan Feng's trademark mean?" a woman whose nickname was Cuihua asked deliberately.

"I don't know, I don't know those two words." Wan Feng said nonsense with his eyes open.

"Look at how well Luan Feng treats you. It's close to each other by putting the two words in your names close together."

She can use idioms for her clever lips, Wan Feng is wondering if she wants to sing a song of pickled cabbage on green flowers.

There were several dishes on the table in the outhouse, among which there were indeed two plates of fish.

The most common Liugenzi, Baipiaozi, Hongchizi, Shahuluzi and Laotou fish in the Yina River are not good, but the taste is good, and the fragrance is overflowing.

Zhang Hai, Liang Wan, Accountant, Zhuping, and an old man Wan Feng didn't know, seemed to be about fifty years old.

He should be Wang Xiping.

Wanfeng is the youngest in seniority and can only accompany him in the last seat.

There were several large bowls on the table, and Zhang Hai took out a five-jin plastic jug from behind to pour wine into the bowls.

Sure enough, it is draft beer. It's just five catties of draft beer for five people, and one catty for one person. What is this good for? No one who drinks well is not enough.

Wanfeng also got a bowl.

"Come on, let's do one first. After drinking this beer, there is still a bottle of white. The little chicken **** picks up the bowl!"

"Ah! I still drink it? Let my uncle drink it for me, I'm still young."

"Let's come to that set less, the first bowl must be a small drink."

What kind of people are this, and the children are not let go, it is inferior to beasts, inferior to beasts!

"Let’s say it’s OK, I’ll just drink one more bowl and I won’t drink it."

After talking, Wan Feng picked up the bowl and touched it with the adults and poured it down.

The adults poured another bowl, this time they didn't pour it for Wan Feng.

After two bowls of wine, some things to be set on the wine table kicked off.

"Uncle San, the team has to clear out the duck bend to raise fish. In terms of fish farming in our team, your old brothers and brothers are experts. The second uncle went to the girl's house and was not at home. Now I can only rely on you." Zhang Hai first started the conversation.

Wang Xiping took a bite of the dish and put down his chopsticks and said, “It’s a good place in Yawan. Fish was raised there during the Great Leap Forward, but it was abandoned when the tail was cut.”

"Ah! Fish has been raised there before? Why don't I know?" Zhang Hai was a little surprised.

"Cut! At that time you were still wearing open crotch pants to expose Xiao Jiji, knowing a fart." Wang Xiping despised.

Zhang Hai is thirty years old this year, and he was indeed wearing open crotch pants at the time of the Great Leap Forward.

"Uncle San, you and my second uncle are still at home now. The team is going to use duck bends to raise fish to form a fish farming team, and prepare to be the captain of your fish farming team. Now you see how this duck bends fish farming. ?"

Wang Xiping didn't refuse Zhang Hai's suggestion. After they got rid of the salt farm, the two brothers stayed at home. There was nothing to do all day long. This is not a blessing. For them old farmers, doing nothing is the greatest torture.

What these old people say most often is: It’s uncomfortable if you don’t work for a day.

Wan Feng didn't catch a cold with these words, and he secretly despised him. In his opinion, it would be nice to not work at all.

His greatest ideal is to live a life that I have to open his mouth when he eats and stretch out his hands when he wants to spend.

Although knowing that it is impossible.

"It is estimated that Yawan has been silted to death for so many years. If you want to raise fish, you have to drain the water to clean up the silt at the bottom of the pond. At least there must be enough water depth."

"This is not a problem. I will try to clean up when I am free in winter. You always talk about fish farming."

Wang Xiping took a sip of wine.

"I remember Yawan seems to have an area of ​​more than 20 acres, right?"

"Twenty-five mu." Zhang Hai added.

"If you raise fish, you might end up with the fish. An acre of fish ponds can produce more than 1,000 catties a year. If they are caught in rotation, they can be caught four times a year, which is three to four thousand catties. People in the south are because of the temperature. It can be arrested five times, but we won’t do it here."

According to Wang Xiping's statement, Wan Feng quickly calculated an account in the bottom of his heart.

A 25-mu pond can have a yield of 80,000 jin based on a yield of three to four thousand jin per mu.

If I remember correctly, the price of fish will increase slightly next year, and the retail price will probably reach about one cent.

These 80,000 catties of fish can only be bought for 10,000 yuan even at the retail price, and it is estimated that the income can be 6,000 yuan after removing the cost and labor.

But can you sell these fish one by one? That's impossible, only the fishmongers in the market ~www.NovelMTL.com~, so you have to subtract about one-third.

Then there is only four thousand yuan of income left.

The labor force after the whole valley can be divided into thirty or forty yuan per person, plus convenient fish eating.

Wan Feng immediately lost a lot of interest, which was too little.

Putting it on another production team, this item alone can add up to 30 or 40 yuan. It is estimated that it will be happy, but in Wan Feng's eyes, it is better than nothing.

Therefore, what Wang Xiping said about the polyculture of grass carp, silver carp, and bighead carp, Wanfeng didn't listen carefully to how many fish and fish feed were put on an acre of land.

It's boring, the money is too little.

Anyway, he is a layman for fish farming, and he doesn't need him to do it.

When people were discussing fish farming, Wan Feng designed his big fish brand in his heart. When the discussion was about the same, his trademark was considered to be eye-catching.

After drinking, Wan Feng and Zhu Ping came to Luan Feng's house again.

Luan Feng's house is still busy. Among the three people who joined with the opportunity, one from the Back Mountain team also came to make money, and the other two are not coming at night if they are far away.

Zhu Yan Jiangxue is cutting in the back room, Jiang Min is making wedding dresses, and Luan Feng is receiving people who come to mend holes and sew white bars on the clothes.

Wan Feng entered the house without speaking, and drew a big fish swallowing the hook after taking the pen and paper.

Recently, due to his frequent paintings, his painting level has improved significantly, and this big fish has been painted vividly by him.

Luan Feng stretched his head and took a look: "What are you painting?"

"Trademark! For the suit trademark, tell those embroiders tomorrow to embroider some of them. Big fish uses red thread, and the four characters for fish hook and Fengfeng clothing below use black thread. Remember?"

"I didn't remember!" Luan Feng replied very simply.

Wan Feng sighed and had to mark it with a pen.