A post #Buy vegetables from the boss and give a child for free# became a hot topic.

We are all familiar with the strange and bizarre names of hot searches, but when I saw this one, I couldn’t help but click on it out of curiosity.

The popularity continues to rise, and marketing accounts are very active on this topic in order to attract traffic.

When people clicked in, they found out that it was a vegetable called "Fuwang Farm". Someone who had been trying to get pregnant for many years got pregnant after eating this vegetable.

The first hot comment: If there is no news, you don’t have to publish it. This is just a coincidence.

Many people also found that these vegetables were really expensive, two hundred yuan per pound.

Many people complained: The boss is so nice. She could have just robbed you of your money, but she still gave you a vegetable.

“Has anyone noticed that this vegetable, which costs 200 yuan per kilogram, has been on the hot search list before? The government even came out and stamped it as organic. It’s on the hot search list again, right? It’s marketing.”

"What's wrong with marketing? Marketing can make people pregnant. It's so funny. If it's really that awesome, why would they grow vegetables on this farm? They might as well open it inside an infertility hospital."

"No one cares about such expensive vegetables. This boss's background is too powerful. Does his family have some connections?"

"Does anyone think the name Fuwang Farm is old-fashioned?"

"+1 for being corny. There have been a lot of farms popping up in recent years, but this is the most corny name I've ever heard, bar none."

"Selling it so expensive, what a wicked boss."

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Xu Qingzhi learned from Wen Siran that the number of visits to her store exceeded 30 million due to hot searches. Even though there were no vegetables to buy, the number of visits continued to increase.

She didn't care much about it and replied with a "hmm". She looked at some of the Weibo comments that Wen Siran had screenshotted and sent her. Her eyes stayed on "the farm name is old-fashioned" for a second and then turned off her phone.

There are still many things to do at home and she has no time to take care of it.

These days, the rice in the fields is gradually ripening.

Uncle Zhong was helping other families harvest the crops a few days ago, and they had to wait in line until today when it was her family's turn.

Mechanical harvesting is very efficient, and the rice stalks and grains can be separated directly. All you have to do is park the borrowed truck on the roadside next to the rice field, aim the harvester that has harvested rice at the back of the truck, and the rice grains will flow into the truck compartment one by one.

After a few trips back and forth, several acres of rice were harvested.

Xu Qingzhi remembers that when he was a child, rice was harvested with sickles.

She helped to harvest the rice. Her grandfather taught her how to hold a handful of rice in her left hand and the sickle in her right hand, with the blade of the sickle pointed downwards to avoid cutting her hand.

The sickle is extremely sharp. If it cuts someone with it, blood will surely be drawn.

She had never seen blood, but she had seen other people's. The wound was painful at first sight. The man came to her grandfather crying, and her grandfather found a spider web to apply to the man.

The harvested rice is put into the thresher, and adults step on it. The iron bars inside the thresher roll and pull the rice off the poles, but it cannot be completely pulled out. Finally, the rice is grabbed by the poles and thrown onto the wooden board of the thresher twice with a "piapia".

The rice harvested in this way is then dried and blown by a windmill.

Thinking of the windmill, Xu Qingzhi realized that he hadn't seen that thing for a long time, and asked curiously: "Dad, we used to use windmills to blow rice, but now I don't see anyone using windmills anymore."

"The rice we planted before had flat husks, so we used windmills to blow them better. Now the rice we plant has full grains." Xu Fuqiang climbed up the truck by stepping on the rear tire, grabbed a handful of rice from the truck, picked up a grain and bit it directly with his mouth, making a crunching sound. He said happily, "Look, our rice is growing so well this year. The quality is higher than in previous years. Dad would think it a pity if we sold it."

These several thousand kilograms of rice can only be sold for about 10,000 yuan.

Xu Qingzhi used the spiritual spring water to irrigate the rice, thinking of keeping it for his own consumption. In addition, he had chickens and ducks at home, so he told Xu Fuqiang that he would not sell the rice this year but keep it.

Xu Fuqiang also agreed, so he borrowed a truck from a rice dealer.

Most of the people in the village grow rice to sell it for money. They will only keep a few bags for themselves to eat, and call rice dealers to buy the rest. One hundred kilograms of rice costs about one hundred and twenty yuan.

But this weight will cause some interference.

Rice mills want to make money, so they usually don't weigh the actual weight, and the weight may be a little less, perhaps one or two kilograms less per hundred kilograms.

Many people have suffered losses when encountering this thing.

The last time Wang Yanmei went to sell the paper shells at home, she clearly weighed twenty kilograms at home, but the old man insisted that there were only 14 kilograms.

Wang Yanmei yelled at him, calling him a black-hearted bastard. She weighed the cardboard at home and it weighed 20 kilograms.

The old man looked helpless and said: Okay, okay, I'll give you 20 kilograms, 40 cents a kilogram, and I'll give you eight dollars.

But the old man clearly said that paper shells are 50 cents a pound.

Wang Yanmei asked for ten yuan before she was willing to give up. She came back angrily and said, "I was arguing there not because of these few dollars, but because the old man was dishonest in his business and I wanted to fight for his reputation."

Xu Qingzhi also didn't want to see the good rice he had worked so hard to grow only sell for 120 yuan per 100 kilograms and have the rice mill take a portion of the money.

After the rice was harvested, Xu Fuqiang drove the truck home.

Today's weather is good, and it's sunny, so the family started to dry the rice. There was not enough room on the dam, so they extended it to the road they built, and used a bamboo board similar to Zhu Bajie's "Nine-toothed Rake" to turn the rice over and dry it more evenly.

Xu Fuqiang wiped the sweat off his face and looked up at the sky. "The sun is very strong today, so the rice can be dried well. I will go to the rice mill to check a few bags of rice tomorrow."

"Dad, please pick up two more bags of rice and send them to Grandpa." Xu Qingzhi reminded.

Grandpa still eats stale rice that was inspected last year, but stale rice doesn’t have the same fragrance as new rice.

"Okay." Xu Fuqiang nodded, wiped the sweat off his face, and continued to turn over and dry the rice.

Turning and drying the rice is not that tiring, but sweeping the rice together and packing it in bags at the end is really tiring.

Jiang Xiao's palms were red and burning with pain, and both arms were shaking from shoveling rice.

He waved his hand towards the 80 bags of rice that had already been packed, and said: "This! It's all the sweat of the working people! Who knows that every grain of rice on the plate is the result of hard work! Tonight I want to be the first person to participate in the "Clean Plate" campaign."

(End of this chapter)