Chapter 389
“It goes without saying, it’s been more than 20 years, almost 30 years, and you still can’t trust me.”
Xie Wentian was serious when he saw Fatty Lu After telling him, he pretended to lower his face and stared at him.
Their family is not engaged in this kind of business, so there is no need to make any plans in this regard.
As for other people, he would be even more incapable of interrupting.
What's more, he and Lu Jun have known each other since childhood, and their relationship is not an ordinary one.
Otherwise, Fatty Lu wouldn’t have lowered his face and told Zhang An about the purchase of Plantain for his sake this time.
As an ordinary person, do you think Lu Jun would say this to Zhang An?
"Okay, okay, how about we go to the mountains and have a look."
Although Xie Wentian was temporarily relieved of his worries because of the tempting meal just now.
Now that he had finished eating and his stomach was no longer full, he naturally began to talk about the purpose of his trip.
"Hahaha, let's go take a look and see how anxious you are."
Zhang An is perfectly fine with Xie Wentian's anxiety.
"Mom, I'll take them to the orchard. Remember to feed the pigs later. They brought the pigs over today."
People are full, but Zhang An has not forgotten the small rolling mountain pigs that just arrived at home today.
So before going up the mountain, Zhang An still said hello to his old mother who was clearing away the dishes at home.
After Wang Fang found out, he led the two people from the front and entered the orchard from the stone path next to the fish pond.
If only, as soon as you enter the orchard, you can see a whole patch of lively alfalfa and plantain.
But now, as several people came in all the way, all they saw was a mess.
Because the plantains outside have been dug up by everyone, and the alfalfa inside has also been ruined.
After walking a little further inside, I saw villagers squatting on the ground digging grass in the orchard.
Zhang An took a look and made a mental calculation. It seems that at least ten acres have been dug.
Sure enough, having more people is still useful. After digging so much in the morning, we will definitely dig no less in the afternoon than in the morning.
I estimate that it will take about four days, or at most five days, to dig up all the plantains in this forest.
But when he walked in, he felt that it was normal to dig so much in a morning.
Because the orchard is full of people now, more people than when he left in the morning.
It seems that everyone wants to take this opportunity to make more money in his pocket, and everyone basically calls everyone in the family.
Some people are not even willing to go home to eat. The whole family is digging plantains here, and only one person is allowed to go home and cook the meal and bring it over to eat, for fear of wasting some time.
"Uncle Zhiguo, it's so close to home, so why not go home to eat? At least you can have a hot bite at home."
No, the Yang Zhiguo family who are closest to Zhang An , was eating lunch with a big bowl in the open space where the plantains had been dug.
What was in the bowl was not food, but alkaline water noodles.
Probably when Aunt Yang went back to cook, she didn’t cook any rice because she was in a hurry. She cooked a few bowls of noodles and brought them over.
I guess I was afraid that the soup would spill on the ground, so I put a plastic inner bag with a urea bag on it.
And it’s not just his family, there are many people who do the same thing as them.
“Hey, farmers, what you eat at home is the same as what you eat in the field. Even if you work for your own family, you still don’t always work casually in the mountains.”
Meet Zhang An spoke to him, Yang Zhiguo grinned.
What he said is not true at all. People nowadays are competing with God for time when working.
Many people in the village go to work in the fields, and they basically leave early and come back late.
It is impossible to come back for lunch at noon because they think it would take too much time to travel back and forth.
So they all get up early in the morning, heat up a pot of rice, put it in a lunch box and take it to the mountain.
When it was almost noon, I took it out to deal with two people.
Some people don’t even heat the rice, they just cut two rice cakes and take them to the mountain.
Especially during the season when we go to the mountains to shovel the ground, almost everyone brings rice cakes.
Because when burning the weeds, you can still bake the rice cakes around the fire without wasting any time.
"This is what Erguo said. My old man thinks that eating in the field is more delicious than eating at home. After all, the land is the foundation of us farmers. Only by guarding it can we feel at ease."< br>
Er Guo is Yang Zhiguo. He is the second oldest child in the family, so many old people who watched him grow up like to call him Er Guo.
As for his brother Yang Zhigang, others called him Dagang.
As soon as he finished speaking, several old men next to him who were also having lunch echoed.
This generation of old men and women who are already in their 60s and 70s value land more than others.
Because they have experienced times of war, times when they had no food to eat and had to chew bark and grass roots.
Therefore, they were the happiest after the land was distributed to each household, and each of them regarded the land as more important than their own lives.
At that time, if anyone dared to dig an inch of their land, there would really be a conflict between the two families, or even the two surnames.
Within a few minutes, most of the people eating had already finished eating.
I put down the bowl of water and didn’t even drink it, so I just squatted on the ground and continued digging.
Those old men who usually like to smoke some welding smoke didn’t even take out their cigarette poles today.
It can be seen that they are really competing for time.
In fact, Zhang An can understand. After all, there are only so many plantains in this forest, and they will always be dug up.
If you can dig more, others can dig less.
On the contrary, if you rest for a while, the people next to you who don’t rest will dig more than you.
Seeing how deeply involved everyone was, Zhang An stopped talking to them.
After all, he is busy making money. Although he is making his own money, he wants to talk to others, so whether others should respond to him or not.
It would be a waste of time to reply to him. If you don’t reply to him, you will feel embarrassed. After all, you have to take it from his hand.
So Zhang An was self-aware and did not continue speaking, but instead started talking to Xie Wentian next to him.
"How about it, Lao Xie, the plantains in my forest are okay."
Zhang An randomly found a bunch of dug plantains and turned them over for Xie Wentian to check. .
Xie Wentian, who had been anxious before, finally had a relaxed expression on his face when he saw the plantain growing so well.
“It’s more than just okay, it’s simply great. Even the ones dug out in autumn may not grow as well as the ones in your orchard.”
Although Zhang An never doubted these questions. quantity of plantains, but he was always worried about the quality.
Because plantain is an annual herb. They bloom from June to August and bear fruit from July to September.
At this time, plantain will be relatively mature and aged, and its medicinal ingredients will be complete.
So the best time to dig plantains is often after October.
But it is spring now, just two months after the new year.
At this time, many plantains are too young and not very mature. It is more suitable to eat them as wild vegetables, but if they are used to make medicine, the efficacy will be greatly reduced.
When he didn't see Zhang An's plantains, he thought to himself that even if the plantains here didn't grow well, he would take them back.
After all, the pharmaceutical factory is pressing hard now, and he has no other way to rush the duck to get it on the shelves.
I never thought that when I walked into the orchard of Zhang An’s house, everyone would become stunned.
Because each of the plantains in Zhang An’s orchard grows very strong, just like the cabbage in the field.
If it weren't for the fact that it was spring, he would have suspected that these plantains had been growing for more than four or five months.
Except for the lack of grass seeds, everything else is much better than what he harvested last fall.
"Zhang An, your orchard must be a good place. Not only do the trees grow well, but the grass is also better than other places." I dug out plantains and alfalfa, and looked at the surrounding cherry trees.
In his mind, he only blamed this land for why the plantains grew so well.
After all, only if the land is good enough, the plants growing on it will be better.
"Young man, you are wrong. A few years ago, this was a loess slope where nothing grew."
Before Zhang An spoke, Uncle Zhang Jianwen's voice came from behind.
"Zhang An, this is the boss who is coming to collect the medicinal materials today."
The old village chief, who has just calmed down in the past two days and has not been too busy, is preparing to take a good two days' rest. .
When he heard that the Zhang An family hired people to do work in the morning, he didn't think it was anything. After all, the Zhang An family hiring people to do work in the village was as common as eating and drinking.
But when he stood at the door, he saw the figure on the hillside.
He knew something was wrong, because with so many people coming to do the work, it must be a big move.
Afterwards, he got to know others and found out that Zhang An invited people here to dig grass.
This made him even more curious, so after lunch, he put down his bowl and went to Zhang An's house.
Fatty Lu often comes to collect fish, and he has long been familiar with it, so he is sure that Xie Wentian, who is relatively unfamiliar next to him, is the boss who comes to collect herbs this time.
"Yes, uncle, this is the fat man's friend named Xie Wentian, who makes medicinal materials. All the toads dug up this time will be sold to him."
Then he turned around and introduced to Xie Wentian. Written by Zhang Jianwen.
"Lao Xie, this is the village chief of our village, my uncle."
"It turns out that Boss Xie is a friend of Boss Lu. You are very welcome to the village."
Although Zhang Jianwen felt that these rich bosses came to Changqing because of Zhang An.
But you still have to be polite. After all, every time they come, they will bring some benefits to the village.
Although the village did not receive any money, everyone in the village helped Zhang An's family and received wages.
When the villagers have income, it means that the village has income.
"Hello, old village chief, I really want to thank everyone in the village for their hard work this time. I am in urgent need here. If they don't come to help, I may become a Muggle."
Although Zhang An will make a profit from selling the plantain, if the villagers don't want to dig it, Zhang An won't do it. After all, he didn't intend to cause such trouble in the first place.
The last Muggle is Xie Wentian himself.
For such a large batch of plantains, if Xie Wentian goes to other places to collect them, it will take ten days and a half even if the price is higher.
So he will definitely not let this place go. If no one comes to dig it, he will have to find someone to do it himself.
"There is no need to thank you for this. Everyone is very happy to be able to get their wages. It will be better if this happens more often."
If this counts If it's hard work, Zhang Jianguo would rather the villagers work hard every day, so that everyone can have more income.
"By the way, the old village chief just said that this land was still yellow land a few years ago. What does that mean? I think the soil here is pretty good."
Anyone with some common sense knows that the soil quality of loess slopes is not suitable for plant growth.
But when he was squatting on the ground just now, he clearly saw that this land was very fertile.
And other fruit trees and weeds grow so well, unlike loess slopes where nothing can grow.
"This is indeed true. This place used to be really deserted. Later, it was contracted by Zhang An and he used some of his own methods to transform it."
Others also Fatty Lu learned to answer without opening his mouth, but they didn't know Zhang An when he contracted the land.
He learned about this from Ding Yi.
“The plantains and alfalfa you came to collect today are what Zhang An uses to stabilize the soil and store water. I will tell you only after the soil transformation here is completed. He is here, otherwise I would be embarrassed to say this. "
After all, the soil problem is a long-term problem.
If the soil quality here had not been improved, he would definitely not have said this to Zhang An.
Although both parties are good friends, he will not embarrass Zhang An.
When Xie Wentian heard this, his look at Zhang An immediately changed.
Before he came, he was quite curious as to how a mountain man could be so familiar with Fatty Lu.
When he came to Zhang An's house and saw the fish pond, he thought it was because of fish farming.
After all, Fatty Lu is a fisherman, so it is normal for him to be familiar with the farmers.
But now that I heard that Zhang An can transform the wasteland, it is not simple. Only someone with something on hand can do it.
And now he thought about it, there was a fish pond as big as Zhang An’s house, and an orchard as big as this mountain.
After a year, the number of people who can make money will definitely be no less than that of people like him in the city.
Although Lu Jun has not revealed anything about this orchard to him, the pond alone has already crushed many people.
After walking around in the orchard, Xie Wentian's whole mentality has changed. He is no longer worried about the order to be delivered.
Especially in this hundred-acre orchard, which is full of strong plantains. He roughly estimated in his mind that the number must be enough.
When going down the mountain, Zhang An also dug some plantains and took them home to prepare a wild vegetable for the evening. .
"Zhang An, do you want to do it yourself?"
Seeing Zhang An squatting on the ground digging plantains, Lu Jun thought Zhang An wanted to do it himself.
"That's not the case. I just dig some fresher ones and fry them up for you in the evening. They taste pretty good."
Zhang An has a lazy temper. It's impossible for him to do it himself.
(End of this chapter)