Chapter 195: Future Plans
Lu Miao hummed and moaned and acted coquettishly with him for a while, then took the enamel pot and drank slowly with small sips, breathing out the hot air.
"Can't paddy fields be plowed dry to plant rapeseed? Why are some fields planted while others are left empty?"
"Rapeseed is a cash crop. It's planted in the autumn of the previous year and can only be harvested in May of the following year. We can't occupy all the land, otherwise how will we pay the annual grain tax?"
Fu Jingyou held her cold little hand to warm her up and explained carefully:
"Another problem is that there's not enough fertilizer. Even if we plant rapeseed, a large portion won't grow well."
After working so hard for half a year and still getting no harvest, people naturally stopped planting.
Lu Miao nodded and asked:
"Then why not grow something else? It's better to grow some vegetables than to leave it empty."
Fu Jingyou asked in surprise:
"This is collective land, how can we grow vegetables here?"
Lu Miao frowned, puffed his lips in confusion, and asked back:
"We can't grow vegetables on collective land? What's the logic? If we grow something, we can at least get a harvest. Even if people can't eat it, livestock can eat it, and we can sell it."
Fu Jingyou vaguely realized something, but in the end he still shook his head stubbornly:
"Trading is not allowed, and these are common vegetables, so they can't be sold at a high price."
Lu Miao laughed at his old-fashioned ideas and offered several solutions with her red lips curved:
"No matter how common the dishes are, they're only found in the south. In this area where we have land, what about in the city? Without private plots, there aren't many things we can import."
"Besides, if they say individual trading isn't allowed, then can't we develop it as a sideline for the production team? It's the production team's land anyway, so we can all work together and sell it together, and then share the profits at the end of the year or when everything is sold out."
Lu Miao bent his fingers and lightly scratched Fu Jingyou's palm.
"There are regular cargo ships plying between Nanhu and Yanji. Big cities have their vanishing cream and Yanji's sugar, but why aren't our agricultural and sideline products allowed? Aren't they all negotiated?"
Lu Miao’s idea was very novel, and Fu Jingyou felt that his mind was opened up.
Why hadn't he thought of this before?
Seeing that he was thinking seriously, Lu Miao thought for a while and then talked about the rice fish.
When he heard about raising fish in rice fields, Fu Jingyou was even more surprised and astonished:
"How can you raise fish in a rice paddy with so little water? Won't the fish flip over in the sun?"
Lu Miao pointed to the long table by the window and asked him to get paper and pen.
"What do you think of the seedlings? Can't they block out the sun?"
She turned a page and scribbled some simple drawings, explaining as she went along:
"The ditch in the middle should be built deeper. If there is a low-lying area in the field, dig a deeper pit."
"When the fields are irrigated or water is changed normally, the fish will swim to lower ground or deeper water."
"If the seedlings grow a little taller, they can block the sunlight. Later, when the rice blooms and the insects are infested, the fish can eat it, and the poop they produce can be used as fertilizer. Fu Jingyou, you're killing two birds with one stone. Do you need me to explain it to you in detail?"
Fu Jingyou nodded, then shook his head.
He felt that what Lu Miao described made a lot of sense.
But is it really that easy to put it into practice?
Is that too good of a thought?
"Let's do this... Let's talk to uncle first. If he's okay with it, how about we try it out on one acre of land?"
Fu Jingyou said, "The experiment is easy. The main issue is the funding for buying the fry... I don't think anyone in the team is willing to participate."
They do have money, but if they were to pay for it, no matter whether the result was good or bad, they would probably not have a good reputation.
A little more...
“If you really raise fish, who will you sell them to?”
Lu Miao thought for a while and said:
"Hu Zhiyuan from the county might be able to help a little."
Fu Jingyou didn't want to pour cold water on her, but he could only tell the truth:
"H Province is nestled along rivers and streams, and the fish there are simply too expensive to sell. Not to mention the labor involved, can you even break even after a season or even a year of hard work?"
These are indeed questions worth thinking about.
These are all Lu Miao's beautiful ideas, and she can't guarantee that they will come true all at once.
But if you don't try, it will definitely not work.
Lu Miao pondered for a moment, then raised his eyes, his gaze still bright and resolute:
"Fu Jingyou, our land is not as fertile as others', nor as plentiful as others'. The opportunities we have are really very limited."
"If we're unwilling to seize even this limited, possible opportunity, the people living in these mountains may not be able to escape for the next four or five generations."
Lu Miao is actually a bit selfish.
Selfish and self-centered.
Rather than working hard, she prefers to be a slacker and play badly.
She just felt that she had rarely met people in her life who treated her as truly and honestly as Chen Guifen and He Hongjin.
Although He Hongjin can be annoying sometimes.
But Lu Miao could understand his personal temperament.
The production team was the burden on He Hongjin's family. Helping him was indirectly helping ourselves.
It’s only after the Chinese New Year that we truly enter the 75th year.
The household contract responsibility system was first implemented in 1978, and the brigade and production team system was not gradually and completely dismantled until the 1980s.
During this period, the college entrance examination was resumed in the autumn and winter of 1977.
It was originally just a life for two people, but we will have more children in the future.
With so much time in between, it is impossible for them to keep farming blindly or running the black market.
If we can do something to make the production team prosperous, they will naturally become prosperous.
Fu Jingyou only has his family in his heart.
He was very worried that Lu Miao's efforts would not be matched by the results.
But Lu Miao directly elevated the matter to the level of the group, raising it to a higher level.
His body and mind suddenly surged with energy.
Fu Jingyou tightly grasped Lu Miao's hand and said:
"Okay, let's give it a try. I'll summarize the language and talk to uncle about it later."
"Um."
Lu Miao nodded and smiled slightly.
Lu Miao has a clear mind.
She can take action first, and if necessary, she can also contact Beijing.
After all, her last name is Lu.
There is no need to be too close to the Lu family, but you should make the best use of everything. When necessary, instead of just standing there stupidly, you should take advantage of the situation.
In the evening, Fu Jingyou brought Lu Miao stewed red dates and snow frog, and also brought her a chair and placed it by the window for her to sit and eat.
Fu Jingyou wanted to help Lu Miao get out of bed, but Lu Miao pushed him away:
"You should hurry to your uncle's place! My stomach doesn't hurt anymore and I can move around on my own."
Perhaps it was the effect of the injection, or perhaps it was not serious, Lu Miao no longer felt any stomach pain.
Even the feeling of vomiting that I had been feeling frequently in the hospital a while ago disappeared.
Lu Miao sometimes thinks about it. Pregnancy is really strange...
Fu Jingyou nodded and said, "I'll be back soon, please bolt the door."
Lu Miao responded.
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