Chapter 98 The Boneless Reality
But you don't believe it, she is a serious high school graduate in Kyoto, she has a quick mind and can remember things quickly. For example, the first aid manual that caused a lot of noise in the commune and affected the selection of the president was memorized by her.
Besides, although she is young, she is now the director of the commune's agricultural and sideline products factory, with more than 200 employees under her. Her touring team performs in villages, communes, counties, and provincial capitals. I heard that she will be invited to other provinces and cities soon.
With her ability in front of them, they had no choice but to put 70% to 80% of their trust in her.
An Zhixia did not speak. This was a big deal. In fact, she did not have much idea in her mind. She only relied on the detailed guidance methods in the electronic books and professional books. How effective it would be depends on the actual situation. She believed that with the successful experience explored by later generations, they had a great chance of winning.
"Zhixia," the village chief thought for a long time, and whispered to the village party secretary, "Would you mind telling us how to raise fish in rice fields so that we can have an idea and see if there is anything else to add? Of course, if we use your method, we will definitely not let you work in vain; if we don't use your method, then what we heard today will go in one ear and out the other, and will definitely not be leaked!"
Everyone nodded and agreed firmly.
An Zhixia smiled and said, "Actually, there is no need to keep it secret. This is a method that benefits everyone. It was passed down by our ancestors, so everyone should know about it. However, I hope that our village can use this method and not only eat the fish we produce, but also sell the rest to our factory."
"It's great that there is a place to buy the fish you raise. You can rest assured," Secretary Zhang assured.
An Zhixia began to talk in detail about farmland construction. In order to make it easier for everyone to understand, she took out a pen and paper and wrote and drew on it.
From the selection of paddy fields, raising and reinforcing ridges, digging fish ditches and ponds, building fish fences, disinfection and fertilization to breeding and management, and how to deal with the conflict between rice and fish.
Every time they said something, everyone had a sense of sudden enlightenment and exclaimed in amazement. Building farmland in this way not only makes it easier to drive fish and solve the contradiction between rice and fish, but also enhances the ability of fields to resist drought and flood. Although not many fish fry are put in, it can give villagers more fish meat to eat, and each person earns tens of dollars more each year. More importantly, grain production has increased. They feel that life is so good that it makes people shed tears now.
"Okay, okay, okay!" The village chief said "okay" three times in a row.
The village party secretary also kept clapping his hands and nodding in praise, "I think Director Xiaoan's method is better than those of the villages in Lin County, and it is beyond the reach of those experts. Our ancestors were really powerful, but it's a pity," everyone fell silent when he said this.
Most of our ancestors’ stuff ended up in scrapyards, and after being weathered by wind and rain, they were gradually lost forever.
But everyone quickly adjusted to the situation and excitedly decided to give it a try, but how much land should they give it?
The village chief and the village party secretary started whispering to each other again and talked intensely for a long time.
The village chief took a deep breath and said, "Zhixia, if we build the farmland like you said, we can collect and release the fish in time, and we don't have to worry about them destroying the seedlings. The problems we are considering have all been solved in the book you read. The only thing left is to take it into reality and see what the specific situation is. So, the two of us are going to discuss it with a few old men in the village and make a decision tomorrow."
"Okay, I don't know as much about farmland as you uncles do. Whether these methods are feasible or not is still up to you to decide. However, if you are worried, you can use a few acres of land to experiment. After all, there are successful cases. We have to give it a try. If it succeeds, it will bring a lot of benefits to the villagers."
"That's for sure. We all hope that everyone will have enough food and clothes!"
After leaving the village chief's house, An Zhiqiu looked at his sister and said, "When we get back to Kyoto, can you take me to that firewood-collecting road? In the future, I will have to take a detour to go to get off work every day, and I will have to push the cart back and forth from that side. Maybe I can find a miraculous road."
An Zhixia laughed sullenly and said, "Brother, it's a miracle that I have become who I am today. Don't worry about it. Just focus on your cooking. By the way, I just went to the county recycling station today and found a few cookbooks for you."
As a time traveler with a supermarket in her heart, and having come to the 1970s, she naturally followed the trend and went to the recycling station. However, ideals are full of hope, and reality is very skinny. The recycling station is full of ordinary waste, and there is nothing waiting for her to pick up.
The original owner had actually gone to the recycling station to ask for some discarded notebooks and papers. From her memory, An Zhixia didn't see any good things in the Kyoto recycling station. After all, large pieces of furniture were secretly bought back home and painted to look like new. Tables and chairs with broken arms and legs could be repaired or simply chopped up and stuffed into the stove. It would never be wasted.
All kinds of books, calligraphy and paintings, and papers were contributed to the stove. Even broken porcelain was picked up and put on the windowsill to grow onions and garlic.
So An Zhixia gave up the idea after going there once, and now it has become the source of the book in his hands.
She scanned the pages one by one onto the computer, then photoshopped them to create a sense of fragmentation, then printed them out and bound them into volumes. "Those books were dirty and torn, so I asked someone to photocopy them for me."
An Zhiqiu ignored all this and took it from her. It was too dark to see clearly, but he felt satisfied as he touched the thick stack of papers. "The things from our ancestors must be good. I must study them carefully! Maybe these books can be regarded as heirlooms of our family."
"As long as you're happy," An Zhixia twitched her lips.
After returning home, An Zhixia washed up and went into her room. She wrote down in detail the methods and precautions for raising fish in rice fields, and then took photos with a camera to preserve them.
The next morning, just after breakfast, the village chief, the village party secretary and two old men came to the An family. An Zhiqiu prepared breakfast before dawn and went to work. Only An Zhixia was at home, combing her hair and packing her bag to go to the commune.
"Zhixia, are you going to work? Why don't we go to the commune to talk?" The village chief asked when he saw that she was neatly dressed.
"It's okay. This is also important business. I can go to the commune later." She let a few people into the yard and served each of them a bowl of chrysanthemum and rock sugar water.
Several people held their bowls and drank a sip, which relieved their nervousness and excitement. The village chief sat up straight, took a deep breath, exhaled, and said with a smile: "We have decided to see how much farmland we can transform in time, and use that much farmland to raise fish! So, I will have to trouble Zhixia to help guide me next."
(End of this chapter)
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