As soon as the ground thawed, Tian Wen asked villagers to help Xu Milu plow all 700-plus mu of land that was supposed to be reclaimed.
Such a commotion could not be kept from Bai Lele. She watched the excitement for a while and then came to find Xu Milu with great interest. Xu Milu seemed to be busy lately, as her WeChat Moments were full of complaints about working on her thesis late at night.
"I didn't get to eat the pig-killing feast that day when Tianmei returned home. I saw Li Ning's post on WeChat Moments and it made me so hungry. It was so painful to see it in the middle of the night. Luckily, I still had half a pack of instant noodles hidden in my closet, otherwise I would have starved to death."
Bai Lele and Zou Kai are both graduate students of Liu Mingji. Although they are a few years older than Xu Milu, they are actually pursuing a combined bachelor's, master's, and doctoral degree, and can directly enter the agricultural college after graduation.
Xu Milu laughed when she heard this:
"The village chief also asked me to take a pig's head back. I didn't know how to cook it, so my grandpa cleaned it and made pig's head meat. Pigs raised on farms are just tastier. They eat pig grass every day, and the meat is chewy."
"That's right, aren't there a lot of water-injected pork products on the market now? They don't taste like meat at all."
While pruning the ping-pong grape saplings, Zou Kai casually chimed in:
"Ms. Xu, I heard you opened up more than 700 acres of land this year. Are you still planning to grow Ping Pong grapes? Although the Honghe Research Institute has opened up sales channels for Ping Pong grapes, this variety is not widely cultivated in China or even the world, and the price is really good. Oh, by the way, didn't Ningcheng launch some kind of government agricultural assistance program?"
Xu Milu nodded: "Director Wang talked to me and said that he plans to take Xingning Village as the center and gradually radiate outward to create a new type of grape planting base. Maybe in the future, Pingpong grapes can become a landmark brand of Ningcheng, just like Aksu apples and Xinjiang Hami melons."
"That's right, didn't the government also establish a Flame Chili pepper planting base in Mengcheng with the Honghe Research Institute? According to official data, they expect to export 100,000 tons of Flame Chili peppers this year!"
Bai Lele suddenly remembered something and burst into laughter:
"Didn't the UK stage a protest a while ago, saying that China should share these amazing ingredients and not hoard them, and even talking about the concept of a community with a shared future for mankind? Now they understand this concept? I think we shouldn't have allowed these ingredients to be exported. Let them look on with envy!"
Xu Milu also saw the news. Zhang Cang had reported to her that the pre-orders for Flame Chili peppers from abroad this year alone exceeded one million tons, and a mere ten tons wouldn't be enough to complete a single order.
But that's where the Chinese government's brilliance lies.
Aren't you all united against our Flaming Pepper? Aren't you all accusing us of disregarding the collective interests of humanity?
Then implement purchase restrictions. There's only so much export quota for Flame Chili peppers; the highest bidder wins. Whether or not it's sold depends on the government's mood.
They'd fight tooth and nail to buy any kind of security alliance or covenant.
Unhappy? You have to keep it to yourself.
In China, flame chili peppers cost 300 RMB per kilogram. Once large-scale cultivation stabilizes the price, this unit price will drop. However, abroad, this stuff is sold by the gram, costing 700 USD per gram, which is more expensive than gold, and it's the kind of product that's priced but not readily available.
The balance in Ren Honghe's private account has become an astronomical figure and is still growing at an alarming rate.
—As for Xu Milu's account, the final payment for the Ping Pong grapes sold around the Lunar New Year has already arrived, and the money is now just a string of numbers to her.
Xu Milu had already made plans for the 700 mu of land reclaimed this year. Of these, 300 mu would remain unchanged and would continue to be planted with ping-pong grapes, while the remaining 300 mu would be planted with fresh vegetables, giant delicious radishes, giant delicious mushrooms, and multi-grain soybeans.
These vegetables are planted at staggered times and harvested in three batches. This ensures the supply of ingredients to rice shops and seafood restaurants before considering profitability and boosting the local economy.
As for the remaining 100 mu of land, it was naturally to be left to Xiao Chun, and Xu Milu specially hired someone to dig a well.
Ningcheng has a typical temperate continental climate, with little rainfall year-round. Local villagers have a tradition of digging wells for water, and hiring a well-drilling expert to dig a few wells is not difficult. However, upon hearing that Xu Milu wanted to dig a deep well, she shook her head vigorously.
"Why not? We can get water at a depth of 50 meters. Now every household has running water, which makes irrigation very convenient. If you want to drill a well 300 meters deep, let alone whether you can guarantee water, our machine can't even drill that deep."
According to Xie Bi'an, the White Impermanence, this small toon seed grows in the Yellow Springs and must be irrigated with Yellow Springs water to grow. However, some mountain spirits and monsters raise it in a pot and irrigate it with deep underground springs. Although the medicinal effect is halved, it can still barely survive.
Although she wasn't sure how deep this "underground spring" was, it was definitely no less than a hundred meters. In Xie Bian's words, the groundwater was heavy with yin energy, and the deeper it was, the deeper the earth energy was. It could barely be used as water from the Yellow Springs to irrigate the small toon tree and help it sprout.
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Xu Milu was anxious and upset for two days. In the end, Wang Manyi heard that she wanted to dig a deep well and rushed over in a hurry. He also brought a "huge machine" with him.
“Oh, Xiao Xu, you should have told me if you had any difficulties. If Professor Liu hadn’t called, I wouldn’t have known you were going to plant a new variety in Xingning Village.”
Wang Manyi asked with concern, "What are you going to plant? Do you need any help from our agricultural bureau colleagues?"
Xu Milu then learned that Wang Manyi had been transferred from the Forestry Bureau to the Agriculture Bureau as deputy director, which could be considered a promotion in some respects.
Wang Manyi chuckled, treating Xu Milu, a fresh-faced college student, with great politeness:
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