Someone immediately asked: "Jiuyue, what is the reason for the slow sales of watermelons?
It is true that the policies of the United States have changed, but how have they changed?
There has to be some rules here, right? "
"Yeah, even if their policies change, they won't completely ban watermelon imports. How could our watermelons not be sold?"
Zhang Jiuyue said calmly, "The policy in the United States is very simple. Their Ministry of Agriculture has issued new subsidies for watermelon planting. This year, the area of watermelon planting in the United States is 3.12 times that of last year."
"What? 3.12 times?" Everyone's face changed.
If it's for other reasons, we can still think of a solution.
But when it comes to the problem of overcapacity in watermelon production, it's almost like a terminal illness and there's no cure.
Zhang Jiuyue added: "It's good that the current sales volume has dropped by half compared to the same period last year, because the watermelons in the United States have just begun to mature.
After a while, wait until the watermelons over there completely flood into the market.
Our melons are not only being dumped, but we may even face anti-dumping measures.”
"What? Anti-dumping?"
"Yes, because the United States has a higher level of industrialization, their watermelon planting costs are about 30% lower than ours.
In other words, if we sell watermelons for one yuan per pound, they only need to sell them for 70 cents to make a profit.
How can we compete with them?"
"This..." Everyone was silent.
Although I don't want to admit it, this is the fact.
Fu Song sat next to Yang Qingpi, looking at the atmosphere that had almost dropped to freezing point, and couldn't help but ask in a low voice:
"Brother Yang, if the watermelons can't be sold, then so be it. There's no need to be so pessimistic, right?"
Yang Qingpi’s expression was equally unhappy: “You said it so lightly.
If watermelons are unsold this year, everyone will suffer huge economic losses.
All the money earned in the past few years may be lost.”
Fu Song smiled and said, "Just pay it back, it's not a huge amount of money anyway."
Fu Song had specifically asked about this when they were drinking together before. Poshi'ao Village has a total of 3,247 acres of arable land and 2,706 people.
In other words, each person has only 1.2 mu of land on average.
The watermelon yield is about 7,000 jin per mu. Based on a family of five, 6 mu of land will yield 42,000 jin of watermelon.
The market price of watermelon is about one yuan per pound, but farmers sell it in bulk, and it is considered good if they can get 80 cents per pound.
So the total is only about 30,000 to 40,000 yuan.
In addition, it is impossible for farmers to sell no watermelons at all. Fu Song estimated that the maximum loss would be 20,000 yuan.
He wanted to yell: Uncles, come and work in my electronics factory!
In just three months, all losses can be recovered.
What? You two don't want to separate?
That’s even better. Let’s go together. You can get your investment back in one and a half months, and the rest is profit.
He told Yang Qingpi his thoughts, but Yang Qingpi looked at him helplessly:
"Xiao Fu, we've already leased the land here to farmers from the neighboring village. Those watermelons you saw have nothing to do with us."
Fu Song was stunned: "What do you mean?"
"The meaning is very simple. The land contracted by these people here is all in Western Xinjiang, and each of them owns a considerable amount of land."
Fu Song: "Quite a lot...how much?"
Yang Qingpi: "For example, Xinlan's second uncle went to Western Xinjiang not long ago, so he has the least land, but he still owns 3,000 acres."
Fu Song was stunned for a moment: "Three thousand acres...watermelons?"
"To be exact, it's 2,814 acres of watermelon, and the rest are cantaloupes."
Fu Song hurriedly counted on his fingers, trying to calculate how much 2,814 acres of watermelons were worth.
Yang Qingpi said calmly, "Don't worry, it's 16.8 million in total."
Fu Song was stunned for a long time, and finally blurted out two words: "Fuck!"
"By the way, what about those with more land? Do you have any land in Western Xinjiang? How much?"
Yang Qingpi's voice became even calmer: "Twenty thousand acres."
Fu Song: “…”
He said helplessly, "Watermelons don't seem to be very suitable for preservation, right? Why do you grow so many of these things?
It would be great to switch to cotton, corn, wheat, or something like that. If that doesn't work, grapes will work too. Even if they can't sell all of it, they can be dried into raisins."
Yang Qingpi: "Watermelon is one of the most economically valuable crops, and my grandmother has developed a special preservation method that allows watermelons to be preserved for up to six months.
Can you still buy watermelons in supermarkets in winter? Some of them use this preservation technology.
In fact, if it weren't for this incident, we would have no trouble selling the watermelons we grow.
Especially abroad, watermelons in China cost one yuan per pound, but abroad they can sell for three to five yuan per pound.”
Fu Song was silent for a long time: "Then you are really miserable."
Yang Qingpi shook his head and said, "It wouldn't be a big deal if it was just this year's watermelon losses. The key is what to do next year."
Fu Song thought it was right. If no way to break the deadlock was found, watermelon cultivation in Western Xinjiang would most likely collapse.
At the scene, looking at the silent crowd, Hao Yuezhu asked: "Does anyone have any good ideas?"
Miao Xinlan's uncle said, "How about we sell it domestically? We used to export it for higher profits, but now we can just sell it cheaper, as long as we don't lose money."
Zhang Jiuyue shook her head: "The domestic market has long been saturated, where is the room for sales?
Moreover, the distance to the border is long, and with the travel expenses, it is simply impossible to compete with local watermelons.”
"What about making it into agricultural and sideline products?"
"When have you ever seen watermelon as an agricultural product?"
"this……"
Miao Xinlan's second uncle was speechless for a moment. Indeed, the only use of watermelon is to make watermelon juice.
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