After eating and drinking, everyone worked together to return all the borrowed tables, chairs, benches, pots and pans, then each took half a basin of leftovers, folded them up, and went home happily.

These days, if you eat some, it's good. Who cares about what's unhygienic? The stew is hot and tastes better.

Liu Qingshan also led Xiao Laosi to specially deliver some to Shan Xing's family. He found that Qian Yuzhen had fallen asleep on the kang, and felt much more at ease.

So he didn't disturb her, gave the leftovers to Shan Xing, left his sister to play with her friends, and went home to rest.

I've been going back and forth for several days, and I'm really tired.

After taking a nap and having dinner, one after another, some unmarried young men and women wandered over again, looking at their posture, they were preparing to have a wedding ceremony.

"Uncle Zhanzi, you are so old, why do you join in the fun?"

Liu Qingshan saw Zhang Gangzi with a playful smile in the crowd at a glance.

"Hey, I've never gotten married, so I'm still a young man. Besides, Wen Wen and I have lived on the opposite side of each other for several years, and our revolutionary friendship is as deep as the ocean."

Zhang Gangzi, an old errand boy who was nearly forty years old, actually pretended to be a young man.

Liu Qingshan curled his lips: Sure enough, the most humble person is invincible.

So he put a pack of cigarettes in his pocket and walked directly to the old party secretary's house in the front yard. He didn't want to see his eldest sister and his wife being tormented by these people.

After entering the house, I found several villagers enjoying the cool air and chatting in the yard, including Grandpa Guaizi, Uncle Captain, Da Zhangluo, Uncle Boss's son and others.

This is how people in the village like to get together after eating, and people of all ages will gather in different people's homes.

After scattering a circle of smoke, Liu Qingshan also grabbed a small bench and sat there listening to everyone chatting.

Seeing Liu Qingshan, the topic gradually shifted to his foreign chickens.

When Uncle Boss used to work in the production team, he would drive a large carriage to the county town several times every year. He had seen more of the world than ordinary villagers. He took a puff of cigarette and said:

"Qingshan, can you lend me your two foreign roosters for two days?"

Da Zhangluo, who was standing next to him, started joking directly: "What, boss, your body is useless now. Are you going to borrow a seed to have a daughter from the Seventh Immortal?"

The boss's uncle was only in his early forties, and for some unknown reason, six girls were born in his family.

According to the old saying, this is a crime against the seven fairies. You have to give birth to seven girls before you can hope to have a boy.

It's normal for the villagers to joke among themselves, but the boss doesn't mind: "I'm not just thinking about it. Foreign chickens have a high egg production rate. If I raise some chickens, I might be able to lay more eggs next year."

Everyone nodded along and praised the boss for his clever mind.

Only the old party secretary was a little worried. He took a puff from the small pipe, and a puff of green smoke came out of the pipe pot: "The boss won't cut off the tail again anytime, right?"

Everyone was silent, but Liu Qingshan knew: the old party secretary has experienced so many years of ups and downs, and has developed a temperament of seeking stability in everything.

There was nothing wrong with this in the past, but in this era of rapid development, it is a bit too conservative.

He said with a smile: "When I went to Spring City this time, I saw a lot of new things. In other cities, self-employed people are popping up like mushrooms after the rain. They can make a lot of money in a day. It won't take a few years.

You can even become a household worth ten thousand yuan!"

For these ordinary villagers, a household worth ten thousand yuan is still an unattainable dream, so there was a chorus of admiration.

Da Zhangluo even sighed: "It would be great if I could also be born in the city."

Liu Qingshan quickly took over the conversation: "In fact, in our rural areas, it is not difficult to become a household worth ten thousand yuan."

"Oh, what do you say?"

Everyone could not help but crane their necks and widen their eyes.

Liu Qingshan continued: "Our country's current policies are good and encourage rural areas to develop sideline businesses in addition to farming."

We all have been growing crops for most of our lives, and of course we know that we will definitely survive from starvation by farming, but it is not realistic to become a household worth ten thousand yuan just by farming alone.

The biggest problem is: there is not that much land to plant.

Even if there were so many fields, this old man with a broken cart would not be able to plant them at all.

Everyone chatted for a while, but no rules were formulated.

Seeing that the heat was almost over, Liu Qingshan brought up the topic he had prepared: "This time when we entered the city, my grandfather and I went to the home of Grandpa Wang, the old Professor Wang who was previously sent to our village."

"Old Wang, is his body and bones okay?"

Grandpa Guaizi had a good relationship with Professor Wang at first.

"Well, they have hired me back to the school to continue to use their remaining energy. The chicks I got back are from Professor Wang and his university."

Liu Qingshan responded and continued: "Professor Wang also brought me many agricultural books and gave us Jiapigou advice. I hope that the villagers will become rich as soon as possible."

"Lao Wang is interested. I wonder when he can come back to see me?"

The topic of Grandpa Kidnapper is a little off track again.

The main reason is that he receives a monthly subsidy, so his life is considered the best in Jiapigou, and he doesn't care much about making a fortune.

However, others are different. In recent years, everyone is afraid of poverty, and if they want to be poor, they want to change, but they just have no way out.

Captain Zhang immediately asked angrily: "Qingshan, what trick has Lao Wang come up with for us? Can you please tell me quickly?"

Everyone in the village admired Professor Wang's knowledge, so Liu Qingshan would use the banner of Professor Wang. Otherwise, given his age, he would definitely not be able to speak in front of these grandfathers and uncles.

Liu Qingshan first answered Grandpa Guaizi's question, and then said: "Grandpa Wang said that rural people have two basic paths: planting and breeding."

When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but feel a little disappointed: Farmers, who doesn't farm, who doesn't raise a few chickens, ducks and geese?

Looking at people's expressions, Liu Qingshan knew something in his heart: "Grandpa Wang said that if you farm the land according to the previous method, you can only make ends meet. Now you have to grow off-season vegetables, which is the only way to get rich!"

"What's the opposite?" Upon hearing this word, the old branch secretary felt a little flustered.

"Don't worry, it's nothing but out-of-season vegetables. For example, during the Chinese New Year in winter, would your family want to make some dumplings stuffed with celery and pork?"

Liu Qingshan quickly explained with a smile.

Captain Zhang challenged me and said, "Of course I have. I eat celery during the Chinese New Year and the whole family will be diligent."

Da Zhangluo also nodded: "Last year, my family dried some dried celery to prepare dumplings for the Chinese New Year. But it turned out that it was like firewood and couldn't be chewed at all."

Seeing that the topic was about to go off track again, Liu Qingshan quickly retracted it: "Just like this celery, it is originally a summer vegetable. If it is produced and eaten in winter, it is called an out-of-season vegetable."

When everyone heard this, they shook their heads: "In our place, when winter comes, it is covered with a thick layer of snow, and everything will freeze to death."

Grandpa Guaizi was also a little dissatisfied: "This old Wang, isn't he a little old and confused now?"

Liu Qingshan held back his laughter: "It's definitely not possible when it's freezing and snowy outside, but you can use a plastic greenhouse. Even if it's freezing and snowy outside, it's so hot that you're sweating inside, and the vegetables can still grow."

Plastic greenhouse, what is that?

At this time, the small mountain villages had little news and backward information. Many things would take a long time to be transmitted slowly.

It is precisely because of this that many opportunities for development and take-off will be missed.

Seeing everyone's confused expressions, Liu Qingshan was not in a hurry and decided to use an example from around him: "A few years ago, many of our families had to plant garlic seedlings. It was just like a plastic greenhouse."

Well, I seem to understand a little bit.

Since there are no fresh vegetables to eat in the winter, I would use a fine broom to mash the garlic cloves one by one, and put them in a water dish to grow them, and they would slowly sprout.

When it grows to half a foot tall, cut off a piece and add it when frying the mung bean sprouts. It will be delicious.

"This plastic greenhouse seems to be really up to something!"

The uncle boss was the smartest and the first to figure it out: Isn’t it just planting a garden in a big shed? As a farmer, who can’t do that?

Everyone was excited, and they started discussing in a hurry: You said to grow eggplants in the greenhouse, and he said to grow cucumbers. For a while, it was very lively.

Later, Captain Zhang and Da Zhangluo both quarreled over the issue of planting celery or leeks, and they even got red in the face.

"Stop it, stop it all, the greenhouse is not there yet, what are you arguing about?"

The old party secretary spoke, and he knocked the small cigarette pot twice on the sole of his shoe in dissatisfaction, knocking the ashes inside to the ground.

For a moment, everyone was a little embarrassed: it seemed like they had gotten a little drunk just now.

Farmers have never lacked motivation, let alone the spirit of hard work and hard work. What they lack is knowledge, vision, and practical ways.

The old party secretary continued to cool them down: "What does this plastic greenhouse look like? Who among you has seen it, and who knows how to make it? Even if we grow vegetables, who will sell them? And to whom?"

Everyone was silenced by the question, and they were asked to sweat in the fields. The beads of sweat fell to the ground and broke into pieces, but they all had no complaints.

Asking them to go out and sell vegetables is really hard to open their mouths.

The enthusiasm that was still in full swing just now, as enthusiastic as the weather outside, subsided in an instant, and my heart felt cold.

Of course Liu Qingshan could feel this change, so he decided to encourage himself: "As for the technology, it is all in the book given by Grandpa Wang. If we follow it, we will definitely be able to grow vegetables."

"As for the sales problem, it's not a problem. Uncle Zhang Luo, you have such a loud voice and you talk about everything big and small. Are you still afraid of selling vegetables?"

Da Zhangluo mustered up his courage: "Well, it's a piece of cake!"

Liu Qingshan looked at Boss Zhang again: "Uncle Boss, you have been driving a horse-drawn carriage for half your life, and you don't want to change it. In the future, you will replace the whip pole with a steering wheel, and start a great liberation or something?"

“I want to, but I can’t afford it!”

Uncle Boss is also a person with ideas. In Liu Qingshan’s memory, Uncle Boss was the first one in the village to start running transportation. He had several daughters in the family, all of whom were trained by him to be drivers. The family had a small fleet.

Liu Qingshan gave him a thumbs up: "If you have an idea, go for it. In fact, I have already contacted you on the sales issue. There are tens of thousands of employees in the automobile factory in Chuncheng. Let alone Jiapigou, even if we are Qingshan

Everyone in the commune grows vegetables, and everyone can digest them!"
To be continued...