Chapter 101 Interplanting Watermelon
Nie Yichang pretended to be very scared, patted his chest, laughed and whispered: "Hey, sister, I think you are too boring. Our Leizi is a rare gift. You should be tactful even if you refuse. This is such a severe blow. If he has a psychological trauma in the future, I think the whole Hang family will come to you to settle the score.
But, sister, apart from that time, we haven't done anything to offend you, right? Why are you like a hedgehog, stabbing us when you get caught?
Think about how ugly you were when you first came here. Is there any female comrade who would say this about herself?
Don't say anything, after hearing your words, the little ripples in my heart disappeared without a trace."
"Haha," she sneered, "Once is enough, how many more times do you want? Haven't you heard of the needle in the bottom of a woman's heart? Not only is it untouchable, it's also very small, enough to hold a grudge for a lifetime!"
"Sister, it's no fun for you to be like this. We are neighbors now, we should live in harmony and make things convenient for others and ourselves."
"Is it convenient for you to come and have a meal?"
Nie Yichang smiled awkwardly: "Don't make it sound like I only remember eating. That's what I call keeping in touch. That's how friendships between men are built."
"Shamelessly and empty-handed, can men's friendship stand the test of money?"
"You are too vulgar. How can feelings be measured by money?"
"So the rice and flour we're eating aren't from your family, don't you feel bad?"
Nie Yichang was speechless and snorted, "Aren't my jars of malted milk and milk powder all at your house?"
An Zhixia didn't want to settle accounts with him. Malted milk and milk powder were expensive. An ordinary farmer could eat three meals a day for a month, but her family had high food standards. "I haven't opened it yet, I'll give it back to you. A grown man is thinking about it all day long. How impressive!"
"Hey, just pretend I didn't say anything," Nie Yichang immediately jumped off the wall and went into the house.
An Zhixia stood in the yard for a while. If they were not close to Qi Yunlan in the novel, she would not have kept pushing them away. Hang Xianglei was a loyal male supporting role in the novel. They were in the enemy camp from now on. Why waste their feelings on being friends?
The ordinary neighborhood is enough.
Because Hetang Village is going to raise fish in rice fields, if nothing unexpected happens, there will be extra income at the end of the year, so farmland construction is also an extra work point. Everyone is very enthusiastic about the work, and the progress is different every day.
There were not many secrets between villages, and the big move of Hetang Village was soon known to the surrounding villagers. Village heads and village party secretaries came to learn from him, and even though An Zhixia promised to make the method public, the cost of releasing the fry alone discouraged most people.
Anyway, it was the first year to raise fish in rice fields and no one knew whether it would be successful or not. After all, they didn't know at the beginning that this idea came from the mouth of an eighteen-year-old lesbian.
So most people started to look at the villagers of Hetang Village foolishly building farmland and digging rice fields here and there. How many rice fields would be occupied? When it comes to harvest, hey, it's good that the yield has increased, not decreased, right?
They were jealous at first, but now they all feel a bit gloating.
However, some village heads and village party secretaries gritted their teeth and mobilized the entire village to collect 1,000 yuan and give it to Fang Yuan, preparing to use more than 60 acres of rice fields to raise fish.
The head of the commune wanted to support them, but the commune was very poor, and even the county could not spare much money to support them. He could only often go to the fields with the villagers to work and encourage and support them spiritually.
When the fish ditches and fish pits were almost dug, the fish fry and loach fry were also delivered. The lively little guys sparkled in the sun, and everyone was so excited that their faces turned red, as if they saw piles of rice and a table full of fish. Suddenly, life became hopeful. They were full of energy and their hearts were burning with joy.
First, raise the little guys in the pit, and then put them into the rice fields after the seedlings have grown straight and well.
Fang Yuan took a sack from the bucket of the tractor and patted it in front of everyone's curious eyes. "These are watermelon seeds shipped from the north. They can be interplanted in the wheat fields. In the fall, we will have small watermelons to eat."
This sentence evoked the homesickness of several educated youth from the north.
They were city dwellers, but they also had relatives in the countryside. I remember when I was a child, before the turmoil, every autumn harvest, not long after the golden wheat was harvested, people would carry small watermelons and walk through the streets shouting. The children were greedy, so the adults would carry small cloth bags of wheat and exchange them for sacks from the peddlers.
The small watermelon has a thin skin and sweet flesh, which is deeply engraved in my memory and is hard to erase.
However, the villagers of Hetang Village seemed to be listening to a fairy tale. "We can't even fill our stomachs with crops grown in the fields, so how can we have the time to grow watermelons to please our children?
Still planting in the wheat fields?"
Fang Yuan nodded. The scar on his forehead always made him look aggressive and easily convinced by others. "I checked. The dry land here is not flat. The melons are quite large, which is perfect for interplanting watermelons. Although it's a little late to raise the seedlings, they can still be interplanted with corn."
He made some more points, which were not too much trouble.
Everyone was feeling excited at the moment, and looked at the village chief and the village party secretary with half belief and half doubt.
"Then let's try it together," the village chief whispered to the village party secretary again, "but I still want to emphasize again, whether it is intercropping watermelons or raising fish in rice fields, it is the result of our joint discussion. You didn't raise any objections, and in the end, whether the harvest is good or bad, we will all bear the responsibility together. Is that okay?"
"No problem. If something is 100% successful, everyone will do it. Why should we try it? I believe in Xiao An and Comrade Fang. If we fail, the worst that can happen is that we will eat less every day. How bad can it be? If we succeed, we will make a fortune!"
Others also agreed. Hetang Village is better than other villages in this respect. Everyone is open-minded and sticks together. Once they decide to do something, they focus on it. After all, they share the responsibility of success or failure. They haven't changed much in all these years. Aren't they still hungry? If they have the opportunity to change, why don't they give it a try?
They acted right away. Someone came forward to take the seeds and prepared to grow the seedlings. Perhaps the temperature here was higher than in the north, so the seedlings would grow faster and mature together with the wheat.
An Zhixia couldn't help but check the electronic data and found that watermelon intercropping was promoted in the 1990s. However, electronic data also comes from reality, and many data are not fully included and cannot be used as the only criterion for judgment.
Thinking about the fat fish and watermelon she would eat in autumn, she wished time would pass faster. But no, she had to secretly cook for herself and eat a piece of watermelon when she got home at night.
(End of this chapter)
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