"If the mushrooms we plant can grow in batches, we will get rich." When Zhang Wenmin heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up, as if he saw the bountiful scene of mushrooms growing in the garden and piling up into small hills. The corners of his mouth rose unconsciously, revealing an irrepressible joy.
"When the mushrooms in these three wooden troughs grow, if we harvest them all at once, there will be about 7 or 8 kilograms. If we harvest another 7 kilograms every 7 days, we will have 28 kilograms in a month. If we sell them for 10 cents a kilogram, we will earn 2.8 yuan a month.
If the scale is expanded tenfold, it will be possible to make 28 yuan a month. Can it be that much?" Zhang Mingqi calculated and took a deep breath when she saw that she could make so much money in a month.
"The commune sells mushrooms for 10 cents per pound, and she buys them for a maximum of 6 cents.
"But there are no mushrooms to pick in the mountains in winter. Mushrooms are a rare commodity in winter and fetch a higher price, at least 15 or 20 cents per pound. Selling them to the commune would be a loss, so I can sell them on the black market." Zhang Qiurui took over, a shrewd glint in her eyes, and she mentioned the black market subtly to gauge her third brother's reaction.
"Black market? Let's grow the mushrooms first." Money is attractive to people. This time, when it comes to buying and selling things on the black market, her third brother's reaction is obviously not as strong as last time. He even hesitated.
This made Zhang Qiurui ponder in her heart, but she was not in a hurry. She knew that her third brother Zhang Wenmin had been a soldier, and it would take some time for him to accept the speculation and profiteering.
"Third brother, think about it. Let's first work hard to grow mushrooms well. If the quality is improved, we can get a good price whether we sell them to the commune or the black market. Moreover, we can slowly explore and see how to make the mushrooms grow faster and more. When the yield increases, the income will naturally double.
"However, how do we divide the money earned from mushroom cultivation? Should we tell our family?" Zhang Qiurui said finally, glancing at her third brother and asking.
Mingqi's opinion is not important, what matters most is her third brother's reaction.
There was no civilized rule in their family that required all the money earned to be handed over to her mother, but ever since her third brother started working in the county shoe factory, he would hand over all his monthly salary except for living expenses, so this time they had to unify their statements.
"Qiu Rui, you have had your own ideas since you were young. Now that you mentioned this matter, I believe you have an idea in your mind. Tell me about it." Zhang Wenmin looked at his younger sister and asked.
"Let's expand the scale of cultivation and earn at least 100 yuan a month. Then we can discuss whether to sell it to the commune or the black market.
As for the money you earn, don’t tell your family. I’ll give it to you, my third brother, first.
Third brother, don't refuse. I overheard everything you said to mom when you went home last month.
"Take this money and buy three zhuan and one xiang first, then marry my third sister-in-law. We can think about other things later..." Zhang Qiurui said, already having an idea and plan.
"Okay, I'll listen to you first, Qiurui. Third brother loves you well." Zhang Wenmin's eyes were slightly red, and he smiled and patted Zhang Qiurui's shoulder, his eyes full of relief and gratitude.
Although the younger sister is young, she is thoughtful and can always give him the most thoughtful advice and support when he needs it most.
When Mingqi heard that her uncle was getting married and the woman asked for three turns and one ring, although she was surprised, she did not ask any more questions.
After the three of them had discussed it, they began to prepare a plan to expand mushroom cultivation.
At least three wooden troughs of the same size can be stacked on the left and right sides of the back of the kitchen. In the open space in the backyard, Zhang Qiurui asked her third brother to build a wooden house to cultivate mushrooms in winter.
The weather is cold in winter, and a relatively warm and controlled environment is needed to ensure the normal growth of mushrooms.
The design of the wooden house should take into account both thermal insulation and ventilation to prevent excessive humidity from affecting the quality of the mushrooms.
At the same time, they began to collect more raw materials suitable for growing mushrooms - rice straw, wheat straw, etc. These are natural organic matrices that can provide sufficient nutrients for mushrooms.
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"Aunt, what did you write all night? What were you writing?" In the afternoon, the three members of the Zhang family discussed the subsequent mushroom farming matters. After dinner, Zhang Mingqi kept seeing her aunt writing something on the letter paper, and she asked curiously.
"Nothing. I just heard the story of my homeroom teacher and her fiancé today. I felt a little uncomfortable and wanted to write down their story." Zhang Qiurui did not mention that she had submitted a novel. She just answered lightly, and the tip of her pen continued to jump on the paper, as if every word carried the emotional fluctuations in her heart.
Even if she said now that she wanted to write the story of her homeroom teacher into a novel and submit it to newspapers, I'm afraid Mingqi wouldn't believe it.
She looked up at Zhang Mingqi, a gentle smile flashing in her eyes. "Mingqi, sometimes, hearing other people's stories can give us a deeper understanding and insight into life. I think recording these stories can be considered a kind of commemoration."
"Aunt, please show it to me after you finish writing." Zhang Mingqi's eyes were shining with curiosity and anticipation.
"Let's talk about it later! It's so badly written that I'm embarrassed to show it to you.
Also, don't tell anyone about this." Zhang Qiurui also gave Zhang Mingqi a shot of caution. If his novel was really published in the future, Zhang Mingqi wouldn't be surprised.
"OK!"
"The Wonderful Pain" has nearly 200,000 words. She also read this novel later and remembers the plot and details of the novel vividly. Some parts still need to be localized. There is no problem with the early part where the hero and heroine met, got to know each other and fell in love in the hospital.
In the original novel, the heroine wanted to complete her trip to the Netherlands within a limited time. The boy endured the pain and helped her fulfill her wish, then bid farewell to this world. This part obviously does not fit the current situation.
Zhang Qiurui plans to make a localized adaptation of the story, in which after the hero and heroine get engaged, the hero discovers that his illness has worsened, but he suppresses his inner fear and despair, unwilling to let the heroine, who is about to become his wife, know the truth.
For two people, marriage is the starting point of a happy life, not the prelude to tragedy.
The heroine had always wanted to travel to Beijing. After taking the heroine to travel around Beijing, he died of illness after returning.
Zhang Qiurui writes very fast. He can write 4,000 words in an hour. If he writes for three hours a night, he can write 12,000 words. In addition, he can write 6,000 or 8,000 words secretly in class. In a total of 20,000 words a day.
This novel of less than 200,000 words can be written in about ten days.
After writing, revising and rewriting it will take at least fifteen to twenty days.
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