No matter how hard it is, as a son of a farmer, Wang Shaopu knows what the high yield of black wheat means to the common people. Since the late Qing Dynasty, wheat has become the primary commercial food crop in North China, and the wheat planting area has continued to grow.

, and is developing in the direction of replacing millet and sorghum. Within a few years, it will definitely rank first among food crops.

However, in North China, the yield of wheat per mu is much lower than that of millet. As shown in his survey, the average yield of wheat in Baoding is only 135 catties, while that of millet is 230 catties, and that of millet is 144

City catty, while sorghum is 143 city catty. Although wheat has the lowest yield, wheat harvesting is far less troublesome than millet and sorghum. As for millet, it can only be grown in paddy fields with lots of water along the river. Because of this, wheat cultivation is

The area will expand rapidly.

But the black wheat promoted by the company is different from ordinary wheat. The average yield per mu of experimental fields in various places is 380 kilograms. If phosphate fertilizer, fertilizer powder, etc. are used, the yield per mu is even more than 800 kilograms. In the experimental farms in Jiangsu,

Some fields even weigh up to 1,000 kilograms, and even farm compost can weigh as much as 550 kilograms.

If this kind of black wheat is promoted in North China... there will be no more starvation deaths in China! The sense of mission, perhaps it is this sense of mission that motivates Wang Shaopu to ride his bicycle everywhere to promote his "black wheat with black heart".

of triticale wheat, and composting technology is also promoted.

Last year, with his efforts, more than 400,000 acres of black wheat were planted in Baoding Prefecture, but Baoding had tens of millions of acres of land. This achievement is nothing. It is almost the time to harvest grain. As a result,

As the manager of an agricultural company, he will naturally have to work harder and give the farmers some reassurance when the harvest is about to begin. The company will collect all the black wheat at the price!

"Mr. Wang, when you drink tea, don't...don't be too dirty..."

While Fang Er was talking, there were strands hanging upside down on the beard on his face, fluttering in the wind. He just wiped it off with his hand, and then a few more strands flowed out.

Looking at the tired and sweaty Manager Wang, his face was filled with tears of gratitude.

"Uncle Fang, look at what you said, what's so dirty? I also came from the village,"

Although there was tea in the kettle he carried with him, Wang Shaopu knew that if he didn't drink the bowl of boiled water, he would be dissatisfied with it. He took a sip of tea from the bowl, and then Wang Shaopu got down to business.

"How are you going to go to the fields? How's the harvest going this year?"

He asked in a low voice. Fang Er looked at his wife who was holding shoes by the door frame. Although his face was happy when he was thinking about the harvest, he still asked hesitantly for a while:

"Wang, Mr. Wang, the harvest is good, not bad. One acre of land is estimated to be able to harvest three to four hundred catties. Even the poor farmland is estimated to be able to harvest two to three hundred catties. My own nine acres of land, plus the rent

It is estimated that the twenty acres of land owned by the third grandson's family will be equal to the harvest of the past three or four years this year. Even if 40% of the rent is paid, the harvest will be equal to the harvest of the past two or three years..."

When he mentioned this year's harvest, Fang Er's face blossomed with joy, but there was sadness in his joy.

"Mr. Wang, this, you, come now, Mo, could it be...?"

Although it was almost time to harvest grain, last year the wheat seeds were obtained on credit from the agricultural company. Now is the time when we are not rushing to pile up crops. Mr. Wang came to the door, Mo, could he come?

He's asking for money.

"Mr. Wang, don't worry, I guarantee that I won't hold back a penny from the company. As long as I sell the grain, I will pay you back. Otherwise..."

While talking, Fang Er turned around and looked at the sky in a daze, tapping a dry tobacco pipe in his hand against the broken bricks.

"Look at what you said. It is clearly written in the contract. After harvesting the grain, you still owe money for the grain sold. If this grain is confiscated and that grain is confiscated, the debt will still be owed. Uncle Fang, I am here to discuss something with you.

That is, after harvesting the wheat in this field, all the wheat will be underwritten by the company..."

Just hearing this sentence, Fang Er was stunned, and his face, which was full of wrinkles like tree bark, suddenly lost all color...
Chapter completed!