Yuan Jin posted a video of Meng Anguo and his wife kneeling and kowtow to Weibo, along with a recording of the Meng family refusing to be matched.

Pei Jingshen's verdict has just come down, and he must be extremely surprised to receive such news.

It's a pity that I can't see him going crazy with my own eyes. It's a pity.

The videos and recordings sent by Yuan Jin used Weibo's algorithm and became trending in less than five minutes.

The cold-bloodedness of the rich and famous Meng family and the eccentric and shameless faces of Meng Anguo and his wife amazed netizens.

Song Yunce kept staring at Weibo. When he saw the trending search, he raised his head and said, "Sister, how did you do that!"

My sister was so amazing that she took the video without anyone noticing and even got the recording.

"It's a small trick." Yuan Jin raised his hand and flicked his forehead, "Stop looking and keep an eye on the arson. Don't burn the forest farm over there. Your sister has no ability to put out a fire out of thin air."

"I'll be there right away." Song Yunce giggled, put away his phone, turned around and ran away.

Song Siyuan had a dark face and gritted his teeth to follow.

He is his biological brother, okay? Song Yunce, this bastard, dares to compete for favor.

The barren hills contracted to Yuanjin had less than two-thirds of the soil coverage, so fire breaks were opened and set on fire without affecting the nearby forest farms at all.

Just in case, she organized dozens of people to put on fire-proof clothing and patrol around the forest farm.

The four barren mountains burned for a whole week, and finally all the shrubs on the mountains were burned away.

The villagers found many beehives on the burned mountain, but found no other injured or burned wild animals.

After burning the shrubs, clean out the roots and turn up the soil.

In order to speed up the construction period, Yuan Jin recruited more than 100 villagers from nearby villages to go up the mountain with the villagers from Nanshan Village to help her dig out the roots of shrubs.

After winter, it rains lightly, which does not affect the progress.

Uncle He visited the bamboo seedlings and put forward many suggestions for improving the soil quality on the mountain. He also dug a lot of soil from the mountain and set up a tent at the foot of the mountain for preliminary planting experiments.

In addition to water bamboo and Yuanjin, we also need to plant dianthus. The two types of bamboo have different soil quality requirements and cannot be messed with.

Yuan Jin spent most of this time in the mountains, and she also recorded the progress of the experiment.

"The doctor's seedlings like sandy soil. The soil on the mountain has low sand content. Today is the fifth day and the new root system has not yet grown." Uncle He squatted in the experimental shed and sighed worriedly, "Normally speaking, when the humidity and fertility

If enough, roots should appear in five days.”

"It shouldn't be a problem with low sand content. The soil over there is mixed with sand and there are no roots." Yuan Jin took photos with a camera and was also very worried. "The doctor has returned to school in the past two days. How about I video chat with him?"

Ask?"

None of the experiments were successful. If you really transplant it into the mountains, you can imagine how low the survival rate will be.

"You ask, I'll do more research." Uncle He took a small shovel and dug out another bamboo seedling. He used to grow many kinds of bamboo, and the best seller was thunderclap bamboo shoots. A bamboo garden can earn more than ten yuan a year.

Ten thousand.

Later, he was greedy to expand the area of ​​​​the bamboo garden. Unexpectedly, a fire broke out and burned the workers he hired, and the bamboo garden was also burned to the ground.

The worker's follow-up treatment required millions of dollars, and he didn't have enough money to compensate, so he had to work to make money. Who knows that after working for two years, he didn't get a penny of wages, and his son even got sick and had no money for treatment.

If Yuan Jin hadn't helped him get his salary, his son might have died.

Uncle He shook off the sediment from the roots of the bamboo seedlings. Yuan Jin also connected to the video call with the doctor. He opened his mouth and swallowed the words that came to his mouth.

"Doctor, none of the bamboo saplings we planted in the experimental shed survived." Yuan Jin picked up the bamboo saplings dug out earlier and put them in front of the camera. "Take a look at what's going on."

The temperature in the experimental shed is controlled at 16-20 degrees, and the humidity is also controlled. Normally, this situation should not occur.

"Send over your planting records." The doctor looked at the dying bamboo saplings in Yuan Jin's hands through the camera and frowned, "Even in ordinary soil, this shouldn't happen."

"It's fertilizer." Uncle He sighed, "The concentration of fertilizer in the land is too high and it overripes the seedlings."

Yuan Jin turned to look at the bamboo sapling in his hand, and found that there was indeed undissolved fertilizer at the roots. He was happy and funny at the same time, "It seems that the soil on the mountain is not as barren as we thought."

"I'll adjust the fertilizer ratio and plant another batch today." Uncle He smiled bitterly, "It's my fault. I just want to plant them quickly so that they can produce bamboo shoots the year after tomorrow."

"Nothing is wrong. Everyone wants to do this well. We haven't planted the wrong crops on a large scale yet and we are not afraid." Yuan Jin turned back to face the camera and said to the doctor with a smile, "Doctor, what do you think?"

The doctor picked up the notebook and wrote a sentence: Haste makes waste.

Yuan Jin quickly turned off the video.

The new experiment was divided into three fertilization ratios. After planting the bamboo seedlings, the two discussed it again, and Liang Chunxiao's voice came from outside.

"I'll go out first." Yuan Jin said to Uncle He and walked out of the experimental shed.

"After the burning, it looks okay. The soil coverage is not as low as expected." Liang Chunxiao looked at the heads on the mountain, excited and admiring, "Sure enough, it is easy to do things if you have money."

Yuan Jin's salary to the villagers is one hundred yuan a day.

"We have to do it as soon as possible. After that, we will spread the purchased bamboo leaves with fertilizer and start planting seedlings in the new year." Yuan Jin took a bottle of mineral water and pointed at a dozen other barren mountains with a smile, "Those are the mountains assigned to each family.

I have revitalized the mountains I contracted for, and they will follow suit."

"Yeah." Liang Chunxiao sat down and said, "I will definitely be able to turn things around. I believe you."

Most of the funds for the construction of hardened cement roads in the village were provided by Yuanjin. A small number of villagers raised funds and the county government subsidized a little. Now, Xinnanshan Village in Tongning Town is the most beautiful, and the villagers of Changgan Village and Niutang Village are the envy of them.

It's incredible.

It has only been a few months since Yuan Jin came back, and the changes in Nanshan Village are visible to the naked eye.

"Don't be blind, I don't believe in myself." Yuan Jin laughed, "It's not easy to grow bamboo shoots. It's hard to say whether they will produce bamboo shoots."

"Yes, we have to plant it scientifically." Liang Chunxiao sat down and discussed with her with a smile, "I have an idea, do you want to listen to it? But I will vilify it first. If you agree, you will have to pay."

Yuan Jin turned his head to look at her and raised his eyebrows confidently, "Sister, I have more money, you tell me."

Liang Chunxiao was made to laugh by her.

Over at the old site of Nanshan Village, villagers are still trying to save the washed-out terraces like ants moving.

The county called in geological experts to evaluate the situation and concluded that there was no need for rescue.

This means that the cultivated land area of ​​Nanshan New Village has been reduced by one side. According to current statistics, the terraces of more than ten households have been completely washed away. The county is considering allocating part of the land beside the reservoir to them for cultivation.

In Yuan Jin's planning map, that area will be a sea of ​​flowers in the future.

After the distribution, the villagers will definitely plant rice.

Liang Chunxiao explained the whole story, and his voice lowered little by little, "I personally hope that all the wasteland will be contracted to you. I haven't talked to the county magistrate yet. The ten families whose terraces were completely washed away, divided according to the original amount of land, have 20

Many acres.”

"Let me think about it." Yuan Jin took a sip of water and thought about it seriously.

The wasteland next to the reservoir was originally a flood discharge area. Later, the flood discharge channel was rebuilt, and the land was left wasteland and assigned to the management of the Forestry Bureau.
Chapter completed!