"Qingshan, you are here!"

When the uncle who was hiding in the bank saw Liu Qingshan come in, he immediately rushed up and stuffed the bankbook in his hand as if it was a hot potato.

A bankbook worth ten thousand yuan was really scary. The owner of the car had been squatting in the bank all morning and didn't dare to go out.

"Uncle Boss, the procedures are all completed."

Liu Qingshan flipped through the bankbook and saw the relieved look on the boss's uncle's face. He quickly comforted him. It seemed that he could only keep the bankbook by himself.

I found a small restaurant and while eating steamed buns, the uncle of the boss kept mumbling: "Qingshan, I owe you 10,000 yuan, when can I pay it back?"

For most farmers today, ten thousand yuan is like a huge mountain weighing on them.

Liu Qingshan didn't feel anything at all: "Uncle boss, you see, the county magistrate came forward to help us, and the interest rate on the loan is very low. Even if we don't spend this money, if we deposit it in the bank, the interest on the deposit will be more than the interest on the loan.

We can make hundreds of dollars every year."

What, can it still be done like this?

The car owner's eyes lit up, and he waved his hand: "No, no, isn't this a scam? Qingshan, we must not do this!"

"Of course we can't do this. We still have a lot of use for this money."

Liu Qingshan took a sip of egg soup and continued: "Uncle boss, I will stay in the county for a few days to help the school record English tapes. You go back to the village first and bring back the things I bought."

After thinking for a while, he warned again: "By the way, call Er Biaozi over. We need him to go to the Black Province to learn rice cultivation. Next year, we will change more paddy fields."

As soon as he talked about farming, the owner of the car immediately became energetic: "In the past two years, there have been either droughts or floods. Rice is better. In both droughts and floods, the harvest is guaranteed."

After finishing speaking, he looked up at the continuous drizzle outside the window: "It's not sunny today, the wheat is ripe, I can't harvest it with my eyes wide open, it's too sad."

Liu Qingshan also looked outside silently. The sound of raindrops under the eaves was particularly harsh.

At noon the next day, Er Biaozi found Liu Qingshan, and the two brothers worked together for a while. At night, Er Biaozi boarded the green train alone with great ambition.

As a young boy, you have to go out and explore the world.

Liu Qingshan stayed in the principal's office of No. 1 Middle School for another two days, until he finished recording the words and texts, and was then released by the bearded principal.

As I rode my bicycle back, luckily it didn't rain. The sky was overcast and the air humidity was extremely high.

When he arrived at Qingshan Commune, he first went to the post and telecommunications office to see if there were any letters from home. After all, the eldest brother-in-law had more correspondence with him.

In such weather, it is obviously impossible for the postman to run to the village.

Not to mention, there were actually three letters, two from Gao Literary, and one was actually written to him, and I don’t know who it was.

Look at the address, it says Chuncheng, it's probably from Fei Ge and the others, I'll look at it when I get home.

After leaving the post office and passing by the gate of the commune, Liu Qingshan saw several people wearing high-waisted rain boots and about to walk to the yard.

"Secretary Sun, are you going down to check on the damage?"

Liu Qingshan waved hello, because the leader was the commune secretary Sun Hongtao.

After not seeing him for a few days, it seemed that the hair on his head had suddenly turned a lot whiter, especially the top of his lips, which were covered in big blisters.

It seems that this fire is not light.

"Hey, it's Qingshan. I just happened to meet you. I'll take the support teacher from your village back later."

Secretary Sun's voice was hoarse when he spoke. It was raining continuously and it never cleared up when it started raining. Several brigades were affected by the disaster.

Seeing that the wheat is about to sprout on the stalk, do you think he can avoid getting angry?

"Teacher who is a support teacher, from our village?"

This is a good thing! Liu Qingshan was very happy. If a teaching point is set up in Jiapigou, then the children in the lower grades can go to school in this village.

When I get a few years older, I'll move to the commune primary school. I'll be a little older by then, so I won't have any problem walking these ten miles.

Seeing Secretary Sun nodding and shaking off the water drops on his hair, Liu Qingshan felt a surge of respect in his heart:

What a good cadre!

"Secretary Sun, please don't get angry first. Since we are affected by the disaster, let's think of other ways."

Liu Qingshan followed to comfort him.

"No matter what we do, if the wheat sprouts, the country will definitely not harvest it, and we won't even be able to complete the mission of providing food."

Secretary Sun was very angry, and the more he spoke, the more excited he became: "If the food task is not completed, the big deal is that I, the commune secretary, will be criticized, but when it comes to the losses of thousands of households, who should I turn to?"

His eyes, which were already red from the heat, turned red this time. The man in his forties was filled with tears. It was really sad to see him.

In grief and anger, Secretary Sun raised his hand and pointed at the dark clouds in the sky, shouting: "You blind god, you should open your eyes, why don't you open your eyes!"

The raindrops fell with his roar. Secretary Sun looked up at the sky. He didn't know whether it was rain or tears, but one by one, they fell down his cheeks.

Several commune cadres around also looked solemn.

After a long while, Secretary Sun wiped his eyes with his sleeves and nodded apologetically to Liu Qingshan: "Qingshan, I wasn't angry with you just now. Don't take it personally."

Of course Liu Qingshan could understand, but he respected Secretary Sun even more.

He knew that Secretary Sun was too stressed and it would be better to vent like this.

If you keep holding it in your heart, you will definitely get sick.

After organizing the words in his mind, Liu Qingshan suddenly said: "Secretary Sun, in fact, it is not completely impossible."

Before he could finish speaking, Secretary Sun's two rough hands grabbed his shoulders: "What's the solution? Hurry up and tell me!"

It's like a drowning man grabbing the last straw.

Secretary Sun suddenly remembered something, and slapped Liu Qingshan on the shoulder with his palm: "I almost forgot, yesterday I went to the county to hold a disaster relief meeting, and Secretary Gao also told me about you, saying that you are a blessed general.

!”

Is Fu Jiang like Cheng Yaojin?

Liu Qingshan sweated in his heart: "Secretary Sun, although humans cannot eat sprouted wheat, can domestic animals such as chickens, ducks, geese, and pigs eat it?"

After a pause, and seeing that Secretary Sun and the surrounding commune cadres were listening attentively, he continued:

"We can crush the germinated wheat, add some bean cakes, even crushed corn husks, mix it into it, make it into feed, and then do scientific breeding, and finally calculate the general ledger, we shouldn't lose much."

Well, that sounds reasonable.

Secretary Sun grabbed Liu Qingshan's arm: "Come on, come to my office and talk in detail!"

His eyes finally became brighter, and his whole body suddenly became energetic. Without any explanation, he dragged Liu Qingshan away.

Several cadres following closely behind were also thinking excitedly.

Sitting in the office, taking a few sips of hot water from a large enamel vat, Liu Qingshan started chatting:

"Secretary Sun, anyway, we, Jiapigou, are already prepared. We are raising laying hens and fattening pigs. We can definitely digest the wheat in our village."

“What kind of pig is a fattening pig?”

A commune cadre was a little confused. Pigs are still raised in free range, and some brigades still retain the number of pig herders.

Every morning, the pigherder would walk from one end of the village to the other with a big whip, shouting: "I'm giving away pigs..."

Then, all the pigs, big and small, were released from every household and gathered into a large army of dozens and hundreds of pigs. They marched out of the village and wandered on the meadow all morning.

At noon, the pigherder drove him back again, and he shouted again: "The pigs are back..."

Pigs all recognize the door of a house, and when they arrive at the door, they will run home, thinking about eating.

Finally, the only one left was the pigherder, who also carried a big whip and went home.

In the afternoon, this process will be repeated again. In this free-range way, the meat quality of the pork will become more delicious due to daily exercise.

Generally, when the weather gets cold, pigs will no longer be herded, and more dry ingredients will be added to the pig food to fatten them up quickly. Whether they are killed or sold, the fatter the better.

This is because the purchasing station that collects pigs will grade them based on their weight and fatness, usually first to third grade. Some pigs that are too thin will be graded outside the grade.

The higher the grade, the higher the price.

Liu Qingshan briefly talked about the future pig-raising model, which basically means eating dry food, drinking cold water, sleeping after eating, and eating after sleeping.

Everyone was dumbfounded when they heard this: If you feed yourself like this, it would be strange if you don’t gain weight!

However, some people also raised questions: "If the pigs are raised like this, they won't be able to eat wild food and they will have to eat feed every day. How much will it cost?"

Yes, everyone suddenly realized it and looked at Liu Qingshan.

"That's why we need to raise pigs scientifically."

Liu Qingshan licked his fingers and gave them a simple calculation: "Actually, this principle is quite simple. It's just like us people eating. If we eat too much, we can't eat it, right?"

"Besides, after the pigs have finished eating, they just lie down and don't move. They don't consume much, and the feed utilization rate is high. All that's left is to grow meat."

Secretary Sun also laughed loudly after hearing this: "Yes, yes, you gain weight by eating and lose weight by running, that's the truth."

That said, it was noon, and lunch was sorghum rice eaten in the commune canteen.

Secretary Sun finally gained an appetite. He soaked a large spoonful of eggplant soup on top of the rice and ate it into his mouth.

After taking two bites, he looked up and saw Liu Qingshan staring at him, as if he was holding back a smile.

He thought there were grains of rice on his face, so he wiped it with the back of his hand, but there was nothing there.
To be continued...