Yan Zixiu turned to his mother and asked, "Mom, what else is going on at home recently?"

My mother said: "The corn stalks in the field have to be beaten and pulled home, and the manure in the manure pit has to be pulled out into the ground."

Corn stalks must be chopped by the roots, otherwise the roots under the soil will affect the sowing of crops such as wheat in the next season. The chopped roots contain a lot of wet soil, and they are usually laid flat to dry for a period of time.

The lumps were dried in the sun, broken into pieces one by one, and finally tied up and taken home.

Work in the countryside is very romantic for people who are not working. The sunset, the old cows, and the smoke are like a painting.

Only those who have done it know that it is hard and tiring.

These tasks at home used to be done by the four brothers and sisters, who would help each other at home. Nowadays, there are still so many jobs and contracted land for those who get married and work. Therefore, a lot of the work falls on the mother alone. Even if she finds someone to help, she has to do it herself.

bear a large part.

One time, my mother lamented to Zixiu, "When will I be able to get rid of agricultural work?" Her tone contained too much helplessness and exhaustion.

Yan Zixiu thought for a while and came up with an idea. He said to everyone: "Young and old men, let's work for a job. Today, each person who helps thresh corn will borrow a machine for free for four days. In fact, for three days, each person has one machine.

The machine can remove all your own corn.

"There are more people on site than machines. If you can't help today, don't worry. Those who are willing to help with corn pimples, pulling corn stalks and pulling out manure can borrow it for free for ten days. Within ten days, you can use it

If you don't finish it, you can lend it to others or rent it to others. The rent is tentatively set at one yuan per day for each machine."

Many people in rural areas can do mental arithmetic. After thinking and discussing it for a while, they all thought it was appropriate.

Some said they helped with threshing, some said they helped pull manure, and some said they helped pull knots and pull corn stalks.

Yan Zixiu said to his uncle: "Uncle, please take charge of this matter. If the machine is free, you can lend it out or rent it out. You will collect the rent first, and then you can give half of it to my mother."

The uncle smiled and said: "Yes, yes." Then everyone happily started to help.

Mother asked: "Zixiu, have you had breakfast? There is food left for you."

"I ate two sesame seed cakes and drank a bowl of sweet soup." In the morning, rural areas usually make white noodle soup. Although no sugar is added, sweet soup is also used.

Yan Zixiu came to the kitchen with his mother, and while serving noodle soup, he said, "I sold 456 yuan at the market this time, and I keep it all for my family."

"How much money? You don't need to keep much money at home. You can keep half of it."

Yan Zixiu is now a householder with 10,000 yuan, and his mentality is different: "I don't need it. Don't worry, the money will become more and more. If you are close to your neighbors and far away, if anyone needs help, you will have some money to help. The remaining carrots and

If you sell sweet potatoes at the market price, you can still sell them for several thousand yuan."

At this time, the uncle came over: "Zixiu, everything has been arranged. By the way, if someone buys a threshing machine, how should I tell them?"

"The market price of such a machine is sixty. It takes about thirty days in the autumn. If you rent it out for one yuan a day, in two autumns, the cost will be back. There will be a net profit in the future. Maybe someone will buy it. Of course, I can't let you

You are busy working in vain. I will leave you ten yuan for each machine. From now on, I will do the same thing when I enter the machine. It is just the farm work at home. I need your help so that my mother will not be tired."

The uncle is a famous abacus. He did a quick mental calculation and found out that if these twenty units were sold, the commission would be two hundred yuan. He was so happy that he couldn't smile from ear to ear: "Don't worry, I will take care of all your household chores."

Rural meals are served at 3:30. In other words, lunch in rural areas is usually eaten after 3 pm.

Before lunch, all the corn cobs in the Yan family were threshed. The helpers loaded the corn into the storage bin, cleaned up the yard, and happily carried the threshing machines back to their homes.

Mother looked at the clean yard with a relaxed look on her face.

Yan Zixiu was also very happy and said, "Mom, let me cook for lunch."

"Okay, today I'm going to eat Qing Qing Qing." (Qing Qing Qing means having clothes on one's hands, food on one's hands, and opening one's mouth to enjoy happiness.)

After a while, Yan Zixiu made the noodles and of course the carrots, Xiangjizhai's seasoning liquid must have also been added.

The two of them finished their meal deliciously, and Yan Zixiu said: "Mom, I want to take a rest in a while." Actually, she wanted to go to the fairy mansion to have a look.

Mother said: "Okay."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a roar of the car's motor and it stopped outside the yard. Uncle Wu's voice came from outside: "Is this Yan Zixiu's home?"

Uncle's voice: "Yes."

Uncle Wu and Yan Zixiu went out to greet him, and saw a Jiefang brand car parked outside. This was the most common type of truck at this time, with people sitting in the front and cargo in the back.

Uncle Wu was carrying a black bag, and four strangers were standing beside him. They were chatting with him. Several children in the village gathered around the car to watch the fun.

"Uncle Wu, why are you here?" Yan Zixiu came up to greet the guests and shook hands with them.

"Haha, it's not because of your high-tech agricultural products. I went home and boiled sweet potatoes and mixed carrots. When I tasted it, it was really unimaginable delicious. I didn't finish breakfast, so I invited these friends to my house.

Let's taste it." Uncle Wu pointed behind him and said, "Everyone has agreed to come to your place. How much money you have left at home, we will cover it at the market price." The four people nodded, their attitude seemed very respectful.

Yan Zixiu nodded to everyone: "Welcome, please come and sit at home."

Everyone entered the hospital. Yan Zixiu introduced: "Uncle Wu, this is my mother Cifeng, and this is my uncle Ciming. Mother, uncle, this is Wu Daguang, uncle Wu, Lao Wanji."

"Sister Ci, brother Ci, hello."

"Brother Wu (Brother Wu), hello."

Yan Zixiu moved some benches and invited everyone to sit in the yard. He poured tea for everyone. The so-called tea is actually boiled water, but that's how it is called in the countryside.

"There are still several thousand kilograms of food. Can you guys finish it? Why don't you drive a car over?"

Uncle Wu pointed to a middle-aged fat man: "He owns a restaurant and consumes a lot of food."

Then he pointed to a man with a slicked back hair: "This is the director of the Laowanji Township Supply and Marketing Cooperative. They also need a lot."

"No wonder. Then I'll borrow a big scale." Yan Zixiu said and wanted to get up.

"No, we brought a scale."

"You are so thoughtful."

Uncle Wu said to him: "Let's talk and let the others go to the scale." The others stood up in response.

Yan Zixiu said to his uncle: "Uncle, please help me."

The uncle nodded: "You guys can talk."

There were only two people left at the small dining table, Uncle Wu and Yan Zixiu. Uncle Wu asked casually: "Zixiu, I see that your conversation and behavior are very organized. Your temperament is also different. It seems to be a little different than in the morning.

Are you in school or where do you work?"

Yan Zixiu admired Uncle Wu's observation skills: "Uncle Wu is too praised. I work in Liyuan Township."

"Liyuan Township, I know. It is a poor township."

"Yes, it's quite difficult in every aspect."

"Today is not Sunday, why didn't you go to work?"

Yan Zixiu felt that Uncle Wu was straightforward enough: "I took three days of sick leave."

"Sick leave? You don't look like you are sick." Uncle Wu looked at Yan Zixiu's face, a little confused.

"That's it. I originally took three days of sick leave starting yesterday, but yesterday morning I met a brilliant Chinese medicine doctor, who gave me wonderful rejuvenation, and I feel completely better. I came back yesterday afternoon to reassure my mother. I plan to go back a day early tomorrow morning

Go to work. Uncle Wu, what I told you is the truth. If I wanted to lie to you, you wouldn’t know the truth if I asked for personal leave, right?" Yan Zixiu explained patiently.

"I believe in you, and I am happy that you have met such a master. When I saw your performance on the set, I knew that you are a kind person and will never deceive others to benefit yourself at the expense of others. I will understand after you talk about it.

By the way, can I ask you what this high-tech agricultural product is about?"

"This is a biological regulator developed by the teacher who taught me agriculture. It can be used on fruits and vegetables to greatly improve the color, aroma and flavor of fruits and vegetables." Yan Zixiu raised the master's banner again. There must be top-notch agriculture in Xianfu.

"Is it difficult to develop? Can it be mass-produced?"

"The difficulty is not that high." Yan Zixiu thought to himself, can it not be higher? What level is the Immortal Mansion? As for mass production, it is currently only one bottle. Although it can season a million kilograms, it is limited.

A little less.

He thought for a while and said: "If we can find a cooperative unit, mass production is still possible."

Uncle Wu slapped his fist: "That's great. Zixiu, to tell you the truth, I am the administrative commissioner of our region."

Yan Zixiu stood up suddenly: "Administrative Commissioner?!" This was a leader many levels higher than himself.

Uncle Wu pressed his hands softly: "Sit down, sit down. I treat you as an equal friend, and you don't care about your level or anything like that."

Yan Zixiu's mental cultivation worked, and he soon relaxed: "Yes, you are still a kind-hearted Uncle Wu."


Chapter completed!