Chapter 202: The Master Is Not Greedy
Scorer Ma quickly settled the bill. Seeing that the smell of food was already coming from He Hongjin's house, he felt embarrassed to stay any longer, so he said hello and went home.
There are not many sideline projects in Dahe Village. Some families have no strong labor force and are made up of the elderly and weak. They have to buy food on credit from the team all year round.
Let alone having some surplus money every year, it would be good enough if the team’s public account is not in deficit.
This year is better, I have a few extra cents.
Before dinner, He Hongjin called Lu Miao over and told him the truth about the situation.
Lu Miao was surprised:
"Twenty cents, what can you do with twenty cents?"
“…”
He Hongjin glared at her.
Doesn't he know that two dimes can't do much?
But isn’t this the reality?
"As for raising millet fish, you can't just do it. You need to have a plan, right? And you need to have a budget for how much it's going to cost. It depends on whether everyone can accept it!"
If the team can't pay, then the members will have to share the cost.
Every household is having a hard time. If they are asked for a lot of money, they can't pay it out, and they can't even say it out.
Lu Miao was standing at one side of the table, listening to these words. Knowing that she couldn't finish them for a while, she simply walked over and sat down at the opposite corner of the table, calculating one by one with He Hongjin:
"Normally, one acre of land can hold 400 fish fry. If we calculate based on two acres of land, that would be 800."
"The area is surrounded by mountains, and when the fry are small, the birds will definitely fly over and there will be a loss. On this basis, we will add another 100 fish to the budget, and invest 50 more fish per acre. The small fry are 3 cents each, so how much is 900 fish?"
Lu Miao quickly calculated in his mind and said:
"That's twenty-seven yuan. There are fifty-one households in our team, right? That's fifty-four cents per household."
He Hongjin frowned and said nothing.
He seemed to be silent, but in fact he was following Lu Miao to settle the score.
After calculating and finding it was good, he asked, "What about the two dimes in the team?"
Lu Miao waved his hand: "Two dimes can't do much, and it would be difficult to share it evenly. Let the team keep it."
“…”
He Hongjin was silent for a while, then said:
"So, how do we raise fish? I should ask you about this in advance. How confident are you?"
"I think I'm 70% sure..."
Lu Miao groaned and said:
"The fields need to be plowed and watered first... and quicklime needs to be sprinkled in to kill any viruses, so the fish don't get sick when they're released."
"After the preliminary work is done, in addition to normal crop maintenance, we just need to pay attention to driving away egrets and other birds that fly over for food."
He Hongjin shook his head and asked uncertainly:
"Don't you need something to feed me?"
There are many lakes in Yanji Commune. He Hongjin had been there before and had come across a production team that raised fish.
People throw grass into that pond regularly.
Is it okay for these millets to not be fed?
Lu Miao smiled and said, "Uncle, the reason why rice fish are called rice fish is largely because they can eat rice flowers. They also eat the insects on the rice. That's enough."
"Also, when we release water to cultivate the fields in the early stage, some tiny algae can grow, which the fish can eat."
Not to mention He Hong, even He Da Ge and He Er Ge didn't quite know what algae were.
However, He Hongjin also captured a key point:
"So if fish can eat worms, then people don't have to go through the trouble of catching them?"
Dahe Village is poor and has no fertilizer quotas, and of course no pesticide quotas either.
In the past, when it came to insects on rice and cotton, the larger ones had to be caught by the members by hand.
There is really no other way to deal with those tiny insects except to spread wood ash.
Lu Miao nodded, "That's the theory."
After hearing this, He Hongjin nodded and felt a little more confident.
If this thing can really succeed, it would be a good thing that kills two birds with one stone.
"After the New Year, I'll go to Yanji Commune and ask how much they're selling their fish fry. Also, how do I prepare the fields? When do I start raising fish? When do I start stocking the fry?"
Lu Miao thought for a while and said:
"Grow the rice seedlings for half a month before transplanting, and then observe their condition. After half a month or a month of growth, plant the fry. After that, ensure the water level and scoop them up before harvesting."
He Hongjin nodded thoughtfully.
After the Chinese New Year, it is already mid-February. After a rest of more than ten days, it is March. It will take a long time to prepare the land and cultivate early season rice seedlings.
It was around that time that we started farming.
After the general rules were clarified, He Hongjin slammed the table:
"Let's eat first. We can talk about other things when the time comes."
Lu Miao nodded.
Chen Guifen and Tian Guihua successively brought stir-fried radish and stir-fried cabbage to the table.
The weather was too cold, and there was an old-fashioned copper pot in the middle of the table, which was very similar to the old-fashioned copper pots in northern Beijing.
The copper pot was filled with water all around, with nothing in it except a little salt.
Chen Guifen brought out two plates of freshly fried dumplings and small fish pieces.
Fu Jingyou said that Lu Miao liked to eat boiled green vegetables, so Chen Guifen washed some juicy spinach.
Lu Miao ate a lot of dumplings, but she wasn't really hungry. However, Fu Jingyou gave her a small bowl of spinach and a few dumplings, so she took the bowl and ate some more.
The spinach grown by the farmers was really delicious, and the sweetness was something she had never tasted before she traveled through time.
There are also dumplings.
It tastes best when it's freshly fried, but it won't taste that good once it gets soft.
However, the copper pot is infused with the flavors of fried fish and other dishes. The dumplings swell and soften after being soaked in the hot water, and the flavor is sublimated again, making it delicious in another way.
Lu Miao is quite picky about food, and there are really not many things that she can firmly believe are delicious.
Seeing that she was enjoying her meal, Chen Guifen was also happy.
He Hongjin glanced at her calmly. In the evening, when Chen Guifen was filling the oil pot and filling the dumplings for Fu Jingyou, He Hongjin walked over and said:
"I don't like this either, just give her more."
Chen Guifen shook her head and sighed, too lazy to expose his little thoughts:
"I know, I'm just pretending."
Adults are not greedy, so it’s okay if they eat a few bites less. They will definitely eat the children first.
It was dark outside. Lu Miao was pregnant, and Chen Guifen didn't keep them because she was afraid that the road would be difficult to walk on and they might stumble.
He handed the things over, waved his hand and told them to go home.
On the way home, Lu Miao was holding Fu Jingyou's hand with one hand, and touched her slightly swollen belly with the other hand. She turned her head to look at Fu Jingyou's hand holding the basket.
"It's too bad to eat and take at the same time, right? We only had one pot of fried dumplings, and we ate a lot of them this afternoon. Shouldn't you at least take a small portion?"
Fu Jingyou nodded slightly, "Uncle and aunt are good to us."
Lu Miao pouted slightly.
Good is definitely good, there is no doubt about that.
However, in this simple era, it is a bit too good.
It’s obvious that life at home isn’t that much better.
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The following is some idle talk from the author. I hope that the book lovers who see this will read it carefully.
A friend told me this book was accused of plagiarism on their browser, and they commented "plagiarism" under every supportive comment. Honestly, it's quite infuriating. The website is terrible, and rounding it up means there's no money. Who would plagiarize for love? It's unnecessary, right?
If you think it's plagiarism, please feel free to provide evidence. I'm not afraid of confrontation, but please don't make empty promises! Color palettes are always welcome.
Explicit reference: [Specifically, in my chapter 90, the Barber, it is said that the plot of selling hair in a certain chapter of the book "The Spoiled Beauty of the 1970s" was plagiarized.] Readers who have free time can compare them.
Writing a book takes a lot of energy, and I don't have much money. I can keep writing because I like the setting and the idea. What keeps me going is the recognition and love of my few book friends.
The Internet has no emotions, and some words really hurt the fragile hearts of failed authors.
The author has a sensitive heart and is feeling very complicated and upset right now. This book will be temporarily suspended as the author needs to sort out his feelings. I'm sorry, my babies.
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