"We in the Qianjin Brigade can also run a fish farm. Although our beach area is not large, we have a large area of saline-alkali land. We just need to dig the saline-alkali land into a fish pond and then divert seawater into the fish pond."
"I think that in Linjia Bay, their village has a large sea area, so they can raise fish by just enclosing it with a net."
"I think the Red Flag Brigade is good. There is a dock there, which makes it convenient to transport seafood."
"I think the Qianjin Brigade's suggestion is a good one, to dig the saline-alkali land into fish ponds to raise fish. Crops can't be grown on saline-alkali land anyway, so it's a waste to leave it there. Digging fish ponds will only take a little more manpower."
As soon as the captain of the Qianjin Brigade finished speaking, people from other brigades began to express their opinions. Anyway, there were only these three brigades near the sea, and other brigades had no place to raise seafood, so they could only watch the fun.
"Seafood farming is only in trial operation now. When our technology matures, the other two production teams can also run farms together. Now is just the beginning, and we can only choose Linjia Bay first."
Wang Ziyang had no intention of setting up a breeding farm in just one village; he already had plans for other places that were not near the sea.
Generating income for farmers was his initial plan. He wanted to build Nancheng County into a large breeding county step by step.
Next, the whole meeting revolved around seafood farms. Wang Ziyang specially invited an expert in seafood farming to teach everyone the methods and precautions of seafood farming. After two hours, the meeting finally came to an end.
"That's enough, let's adjourn the meeting!"
The county magistrate and his secretary left the meeting room first, leaving only a group of sleepy captains.
Several of the team leaders of the production brigade were rough and uncouth. When they were asked to attend meetings and listen to other people's lectures, they could not keep their eyes open for long.
The only people in the audience who could listen attentively were the county magistrate, his secretary, and Lin Qingmei.
Lin Qingmei rubbed her sore wrist. The content of the meeting today was very long and complicated, and she almost broke her hand from writing.
"Lao Lin, give me the minutes of the meeting when you get back. You are smart enough to bring people here to take minutes of the meeting." The captain of the Forward Brigade always felt that his brain was not enough during the meeting, and he didn't write down much of the meeting minutes.
Old Lin is smart enough to think of bringing a young man to take minutes of the meeting for him.
"No problem. I'll have someone send one down to you tomorrow." Captain Lin readily agreed to the request of the captain of the Qianjin Brigade.
Originally, he had decided to ask Lin Qingmei to accompany him to the meeting that day as a last-minute decision, and he had never thought that she would help him so much that day.
"Old Lin, you are still a man of honor! Now the seafood farm is going to be built in Linjia Bay. When you have a hard time in the future, remember to help the Qianjin Brigade."
"Your team's proposal to dig the saline-alkali land into fish ponds is really good. Why don't you try it? If you can't raise marine fish, raising freshwater fish is also a good idea."
"Our village does have plans to dig the saline-alkali land into fish ponds, but we need that aquaculture expert to take a look at what kind of fish to raise. He said something about water quality all day, but I didn't understand. I learned from you and found a knowledgeable young man to help me write down the aquaculture methods provided by the expert. Qianjin Brigade doesn't have much farmland, and a large part of it is saline-alkali land, so Qianjin Brigade is also the poorest brigade in Nanfeng Commune.
As the captain of the Qianjin Brigade, Feng Hai had long wanted to generate income for the villagers.
However, the Qianjin Brigade itself did not have much food, and the villagers did not even have enough to eat themselves, so how could they raise poultry?
So he rejected raising pigs and chickens, and after much thought, he could only raise fish. So even if the county magistrate did not mention seafood farming, he would propose a plan to dig saline-alkali land into fish ponds.
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