Chapter 67 There are always more solutions than problems.
If we follow this approach, the farm workers will surely complain. How can Zhao Dajun, the farm manager, do his job?
The bureau has not given them any autonomy. If they block the allocation in the future, everyone will go hungry.
"How about a tiered distribution plan with the bureau? Let me give you an example. For example, if we raise 8 pigs a year, the bureau will take them all. If we raise 10 pigs, we will keep one. If we raise 15 pigs, we will keep two." We
cannot bring up the contract yet. We can only start from mobilizing the workers' enthusiasm for work.
This requires the farm to expand production. It will not work if we continue to be lazy like before. The foundation of Laolonghe Farm is still good, but the responsibilities and rights are not well divided, and everyone is not active in their work.
"It's difficult! Now people like Chu Xiaowei have become formal employees, and their salaries are paid monthly. The bureau will not agree to your distribution plan. However, I can try to make everyone more diligent."
Zhao Dajun is not used to the current changes, but he still wants to do something.
This year is already halfway through, so we have to think about next year.
However, none of the people in the farm have any good ideas, so we can only start from expanding the planting area. Some people proposed to increase the output of wheat and corn next year, and some people proposed to expand the scale of breeding, etc.
Du Shaojie can now understand Zhao Dajun's difficulties. The bureau's investment is insufficient and the rewards and punishments are not clear, so the employees' enthusiasm for production is not high.
Even if he has more ideas, it is not appropriate to put them forward at this stage. Besides, Director Zhao just came to him to drink and pour out his bitterness, and he did not mean to ask him for advice.
Most of the bottle of wine went into Zhao Dajun's stomach, and the other party left a little dizzy.
Then it was the autumn harvest season, and the whole farm became busy.
As an important part of logistics support, the canteen will provide breakfast and lunch for all people participating in the autumn harvest from now on, and mung bean soup will be delivered to the fields in the morning and afternoon.
Du Shaojie got up early in the morning, exercised first, and then went directly to the canteen.
Breakfast served vegetarian stuffed buns, corn paste, and a large bowl of cold mixed shredded vegetables.
The mung bean soup on the stove was already cooking. In the morning, Du Shaojie rode a tricycle and delivered several large buckets of mung bean soup to the fields.
"Master Du, you've worked hard! What delicious food are you going to make for lunch?"
When the workers saw Du Shaojie, they all smiled and greeted him.
"We'll have noodles for lunch, and we'll keep you full!"
Du Shaojie stopped the tricycle, and Zhao Dajun looked at the time and asked everyone to take a break.
Many people came over with large teapots for drinking water, and Du Shaojie began to scoop mung bean soup for them, ensuring that everyone could drink it, and if it was not enough, they could add more.
After finishing this work, he rode back to the canteen, and it was almost time to prepare the dishes.
Li Guixiang bought some mutton in the morning. The dishes for mixing noodles did not require too much meat, but a lot of vegetables were prepared.
Celery, green peppers, spicy skin, skin teeth, tomatoes, and leeks. Du Shaojie fried a pot of celery and spicy meat and a pot of leek meat. After the dishes were fried, he and Qin Xiaomei made noodles together.
At this time, the workers who came to eat came in one after another, and Li Guixiang began to serve them food.
Perhaps because they had done heavy work today, some people asked for more noodles after eating: "Master Du, give us more noodles, we are not full."
They did not say anything to Li Guixiang, but shouted loudly to the kitchen.
"Sister Li, give them more noodles, so that they can work better after they are full."
Du Shaojie did not think it was troublesome, because he would have strength if he could eat, and he would only work hard for a few days.
Li Guixiang muttered, and then she gave more noodles to these big-bellied men.
Everyone was very satisfied with the meal.
After the autumn harvest, Zhao Dajun held a meeting to praise the canteen, saying that the logistics work was done very well this time, and the workers gave rave reviews.
After the meeting, Zhao Dajun came to Du Shaojie specifically: "This year, the farm is going to try to plant winter wheat. I have invited several experts from the Academy of Agricultural Sciences to provide technical guidance. They will arrive tomorrow. Please, Master Du, please treat them well."
Du Shaojie understood that this was a special meal.
"Please rest assured, Director, I will try my best to make sure they are satisfied with the food."
The area where Laolonghe Farm is located should be suitable for growing winter wheat in terms of various conditions.
The farm did not try it in previous years, but it was not entirely because it was not enterprising. The key was that it had no experience and technology in this area, and on the other hand, it also required matching funds to adapt to it.
The risk was uncontrollable, so no one mentioned it.
Recently, Zhao Dajun was forced into a corner by the bureau, and after brainstorming, he decided to try growing winter wheat.
Fortunately, since this year, all walks of life have begun to turn to "promoting production." He contacted the Academy of Agricultural Sciences, and it happened that several experts in this area had resumed their work, so he asked them to come over.
If feasible, the trial planting area of winter wheat will be about a quarter of that of spring wheat.
Faced with huge pressure, Zhao Dajun also gave it his all.
"Well, I believe you can complete the task well."
Zhao Dajun said, and prepared to leave.
At this time, Du Shaojie suddenly had an idea in his mind.
"Director, since you are working so hard, why don't you build a few vegetable greenhouses? If we can build a good relationship with the Academy of Agricultural Sciences in the future, technical support will probably be no problem, right?"
Du Shaojie thought of the cabbage, potatoes and radishes for the whole winter, and suddenly he felt bad.
There is a lack of fresh vegetables in winter. If the greenhouse can be built, it will be a great benefit.
"Yes! Why didn't I think of it? Hehe, after all, you are a high school student, and your brain is bright. I will go back to the bureau to ask for some funds. This thing has a way to go."
Zhao Dajun was enlightened, and his mind was opened up all of a sudden.
Compared with planting winter wheat, the effect of vegetable greenhouses is immediate.
Even if you have never eaten pork, you have seen pigs running. Vegetable greenhouses are not new. They have been initially popularized as early as the 1960s. However, at this stage, vegetable greenhouses are mainly concentrated around large cities, and it will probably take until the 1980s for them to be vigorously developed.
Fresh vegetables in winter are very precious, and it is easy to exchange them for some meat, cooking oil and other scarce materials.
Du Shaojie started working before graduating from high school, so he can be called a high school student. However, he could only make a suggestion for such a matter, and the rest had nothing to do with him.
The next day.
In the morning.
Five technicians from the Academy of Agricultural Sciences came to the farm by car.
Zhao Dajun first accompanied them around and checked the surrounding geographical environment. Then he came to the fields and looked at the soil, water conservancy facilities, etc., and finally checked the weather records of previous years.
"Professor Sun, do you think it is suitable for growing winter wheat here?"
"Yes! The farm has a very advantageous geographical location, just in the center of the Laolong River Valley. The temperature and other conditions are suitable, and it is worth a try. In addition, don't call me professor, I am just a technician now."
The oldest of the five people, about fifty years old, of medium build, and slightly bald.
His name is Sun Qiang, a former researcher at the Academy of Agricultural Sciences. After resuming work this year, he only has the title of technician.
Sun Qiang is an expert in wheat breeding and cultivation, so his words are very reliable.
Zhao Dajun couldn't help showing a happy expression, and said with a smile: "That's great! Thank you, I hope you can provide us with technical guidance next, after all, the farm has never planted winter wheat before."
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(End of this chapter)
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