Chapter 822 822. The mud cow enters the sea
With several men in mind, Song Tan can no longer drive so fast.
After the car was far away, she complained: "Oh! There is no shortage of people to harvest rice now."
Qi Lin, who was following beside him, was speechless.
Yes, it was him who followed this time - this was Professor Song's suggestion.
The original words were: "Xiao Qi, you can follow me this time. Also listen to what others say about raising sheep. If you learn well, I remember that your hometown has more loess land, right?"
He He sincerely plans for the students: "It's difficult to grow crops there, and it's tiring. The old man is getting older. If you learn well, you can teach him how to raise a few sheep at home, so that he can have something to do."
You can't make much money from farming, so it's better for Qi Lin to be filial and give the old man a thousand yuan every month, which is better than the other person being exhausted and exhausted, right?
And because it is too barren, it is not safe for a single old man to raise cattle... Cattle are too expensive, one costs 10,000 yuan. In a poor place, who knows if anyone will attack the cattle, and whether he will fight for the cattle?
After much thought, Professor Song felt that sheep were the most reliable.
After all, when the price is low, you can get a lamb for 200 yuan.
Qi Lin never talks much, but judging from his reddish eyes, he clearly took these words to heart.
For this reason, Song Tan also found someone to talk to on the road.
At this moment, she also curiously asked: "After you study for a Ph.D. with Professor Song, you can work anywhere in the Academy of Agricultural Sciences or a research institute - do you have any plans now?"
< br>This was said half a year ago, Qi Lin could categorically say that he wanted to return to his hometown.
Of course, he is a child from a poor family and does not have such lofty ideals to transform his hometown and lead everyone to wealth.
There are not many people in my hometown now.
His only thought is to let his grandfather, who has worked hard all his life, live a good life.
Go back to your hometown, settle down in a nearby city, and then take your grandpa over. If the old man doesn't want to, he can stay in his hometown. He can drive back every weekend during the holidays,
but now, he hesitates.
After a long time, Song Tan heard him ask softly:
"If I work here, will there be a place for my family to live?"
Well...
< br>Song Tan told the truth: "The room I have reserved for you is a 30-square-meter room. If you want to separate the bedrooms by two, that's no problem."
"But the problem is, the room is only so big. , if you fall in love, get married and have children in the future...you can't take grandpa with you wherever you go, right?"
This is a real problem. After all, everyone is in their 20s. They have not finished graduate school and have plans to study for a doctorate. If Qi Lin didn't mention it, his grandfather would be anxious.
Moreover, the older generation believes that "people are inferior when they leave their hometown" and "it is difficult to leave their homeland."
Although Wu Lan is still busy in her hometown, she may not be willing to buy her a house in the city to live in.
"Qi Lin, people always have to face parting."
Qi Lin thought for a while and finally sighed: "I'll think about it again."
However, from a short perspective, there was obviously no good solution to this problem. It was too awkward for the two of them to be silent in the car, so Qi Lin changed the topic:
"I think the golden cherry blossoms you cut on the mountain are alive." They are all very good, and new branches have been sprouted now.”
“The whole mountain is surrounded, it will be particularly beautiful in the spring and summer - don’t you really plan to open the outside for photography?”
Song Tan thought for a while: "I actually don't prohibit photography."
After all, the cuttings of Jin Yingzi have two layers inside and outside. When the flowers bloom all over the hillside, people taking pictures outside will want to You have to go through some trouble before entering, so there is no need to mention safety.
It's just...
"Let it take its course. I won't publicize it. I'll take pictures if you want to. When the time comes, I'll set a deposit and persuade a group of people to leave." These are things for next year, and she doesn't want to do that now. consider.
Qi Lin said "hmm", and then said:
"Then let's talk about the kudzu root in the back mountain. Will the kudzu root still belong to Uncle Zhang this year? ?”
Song Tan: ...No, why does this topic change so quickly? Is this something we must talk about?
But Qi Lin is really more professional than her in agricultural development.
So Song Tan also nodded honestly: "Yes, it will be returned to him. But I said before that I would like to help Qiao Qiao shout in the live broadcast room to earn more money for the old man - Uncle Zhang works You are working too hard!”
“I know,” Qi Lin nodded: “But I don’t recommend talking about it directly in Qiaoqiao’s live broadcast room. It may cause disputes or confuse customers. concept."
He suggested: "Hasn't your mother, even my aunt, done live broadcasts before? "
"Ah?" Song Tan was stunned.
“My mother? My mother’s live broadcast room has not yet gathered 100 people.”
Of course, Qiao Qiao succeeded so easily, Ulan thought he could do it too , started the live broadcast with great interest.
There is no specific content in the live broadcast. Today I will show you a shovel, tomorrow I will show you a hoe, and the day after tomorrow I will take a walk around the stove...
And her mobile phone is placed there. , although the bright red bracket is very eye-catching, she will forget about it when she is busy.
Things in this world are just so weird.
Qiaoqiao forgot about the fans and fans shouted "He doesn't have me in his heart", but he still followed unswervingly.
Ulan forgot about the fans, but the fans slipped away more swiftly than the eels in the ditch. So much so that the old mother was so embarrassed that she finally stopped working.
However, at this time, this old live broadcast room was discovered by Qi Lin.
“It’s like this. If other people’s products are sold in Qiaoqiao’s live broadcast room, it is easy for black fans to buy them back and then maliciously leave negative reviews on the grounds of ignorance.”
"Even if the fans know the truth, going through such trouble will ruin their goodwill. That's why I said Qiaoqiao is not suitable."
"But let's change the method. Let Qiaoqiao introduce it in the live broadcast room, and then introduce the aunt. Live broadcast room, help to divert some traffic.”
“Auntie has been in the village all year round and is definitely more familiar with kudzu root. I will briefly broadcast one or two steps of making kudzu root powder. If you are willing, just take a video. Edit carefully to warm up."
"When the time comes, I will prepare a new online store and put the link in Auntie's live broadcast room."
He thought of the acres of land in the back mountain.
For kudzu root, if you weigh six or seven kilograms, you can only get one kilogram of kudzu powder. Sometimes, the powder yield rate is not high, and sometimes one kilogram of kudzu powder can be produced for ten kilograms.
The few acres of Zhang Wang’s family’s land can produce an average of 600 kilograms of powder per acre, but the total is only two to three thousand kilograms.
Compared to Qiao Qiao’s huge number of high-net-worth fans who have money and are willing to spend money, these two or three thousand pounds are like nothing.
Qi Lin thought of this and couldn't help but say: "In this way, even if he can only bring over one-tenth of the fans, then there is no need to worry about the sales of this batch of kudzu powder."< br>
Update one.
I may have to go out today, so I’ll update first. Wu Lei's target was foreshadowed from the beginning, but none of you could guess it (it hasn't appeared yet).
Also, thank you for your support! It’s the end of the month and I’d like to give you all the extra monthly tickets [emphasis added] - the new life of Jiushi Lu Lin Yunyan, the author of "Yan Cigui", started with a bad hand.
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