Chapter 101： Interplanting watermelons

Chapter 101 Interplanting Watermelons

Nie Yichang pretended to be scared, patted his chest, smiled sullenly and whispered: "Hey, sister, I think you are so boring. Our Leizi tree rarely blooms once in ten thousand years. You Even if you refuse, you have to be tactful. If the blow is so severe, if he has a psychological shadow in the future, I think the entire Hang family will come to settle the score with you.

But, sister, apart from that time, neither of us did anything sorry for you, right? Why are you acting like a hedgehog and pricking us when you catch him?

Think about how awkward you were when you first came here. Do any lesbians say that about themselves?

Don’t say it, just listening to 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 it? Haven’t you heard of the needle in the bottom of a woman’s heart? Not only is it intangible, it’s also very small, enough to hold a grudge for a lifetime!”

“Sister, it’s boring for you to be like this. We don’t know each other even if we don’t fight each other. We are all neighbors. We have to live in harmony and make it convenient for others.”

“Is it convenient for you to come and have a meal?”

Nie Yichang smiled coquettishly: "Don't say anything, I just remember eating. It's called liaison. This is how men's friendships come about."

“Shameless and empty-handed, can a man’s friendship stand the test of money so well?”

"You are too vulgar. How can feelings be measured by money?"

“Don’t you feel bad that we are eating rice and noodles that are not yours?”

Nie Yichang was speechless and snorted: "Aren't all my jars of malted milk and milk powder at your house?"

An Zhixia no longer wanted to settle the score with him. Malted milk and milk powder were expensive. In an ordinary farmhouse, she could have three meals a day for several months, but her food standards were high. "I haven't opened it yet, so I just give it back to you. A grown man is thinking about it all day long. He's really promising!"

“Hey, pretend I didn’t say that,” Nie Yichang immediately jumped off the wall and entered the house.

An Zhixia stood in the courtyard in a daze for a while. If they hadn't been close to Qi Yunlan in the novel, she wouldn't have kept pushing them far away. Hang Xianglei is a loyal male supporting character in the novel. They will be in hostile camps in the future, so why waste their feelings on being friends?

Ordinary neighborhoods are enough.

Because Hetang Village will carry out rice field and fish farming, if there are no accidents, there will be extra income at the end of the year, so farmland construction will also be extra work points. Everyone worked very hard, and the process was the same every day.

There are not many secrets between villages. The big actions of Hetang Village were quickly known to the surrounding villagers. The village chief and the village party secretary came to learn from it one after another. Even though An Zhixia promised to disclose the method, most of them were dissuaded by the cost of releasing fish fry.

Anyway, it’s the first year of raising fish in rice fields. Who knows whether it will succeed or not in the end. After all, they didn’t know that this method came from an eighteen-year-old **** at the beginning.

Most people began to look at the villagers in Hetang Village with a joke mentality as they foolishly built farmland and dug rice fields here and there. How much rice fields would this take up? When it’s time to harvest, oh, it’s still good to have an increase in production, but not to reduce it, right?

They who were jealous at first are now taking a bit of schadenfreude.

However, some village chiefs and village party secretaries gritted their teeth and mobilized the whole village to collect 1,000 yuan and give it to Fang Yuan, preparing to use about 60 acres of rice fields to raise fish.

The president is willing to support it, but the commune is also very poor, and even the county town cannot spare much money to support it. He could only often work in the fields with the villagers and provide spiritual encouragement and support to everyone.

When the fish ditch and fish pit were almost dug, the fish fry and loach fry were also delivered. The lively little guy was shining in the sun. The big guy's face was red with excitement, as if he saw piles of rice and rice. With fish and meat on the table, life suddenly seemed promising. They were full of energy and their hearts were boiling.

Hold the little guys in the pit first. After transplanting the rice seedlings, they will stand upright and grow well before putting them into the rice field.

Fang Yuan picked up a sack from the tractor bucket and patted it under the curious eyes of everyone, "These are watermelon seeds transported from the north. They can be interplanted in wheat fields. After autumn, there will be small watermelons to eat."

This sentence evoked the homesickness of several educated youths from the north.

They are city dwellers, but they also have relatives in the countryside. I remember when I was a child, before the turmoil started, every autumn harvest, not long after the golden wheat was harvested, there would be people walking through the streets carrying small watermelons and shouting. The children were greedy, so the adults took the small cloth bags of wheat and exchanged them with the salesman for a sack.

The small watermelon has a thin rind and sweet flesh, which is deeply engraved in the memory and is difficult to shake off.

However, the villagers in Hetang Village seemed to have heard a fantasy, "We can't even grow enough crops to fill our stomachs. Where can we have the time to grow watermelons to feed the children?"

Still planting in the wheat field? "

Fang Yuan nodded. The scar on his forehead had always made him full of hostility, and it was especially easy for him to be convinced by others. "I took a look and found that the dry land here is not flat, and the Mailung scar is quite large. It is suitable for interplanting watermelons, although the seedlings are a little late, but they can also be interplanted with corns.”

He said some more important points, which were not too troublesome.

Everyone was feeling very excited at the moment, and looked at the village chief and village party secretary with doubts.

"Then let's try it together," the village chief said after chatting with the village party secretary for a while: "But I still have to emphasize that whether it is interplanting watermelons or raising fish in rice fields, it is the result of our discussion together. You don't have it either. If you raise objections, we will all bear the responsibility for whether it is a good harvest or a bad harvest, right?"

"No problem. If everyone has done something that is 100% successful, where will it be our turn to try? I believe that if the educated youth Xiaoan and Comrade Fang fail, the worst thing they can do is eat a few less meals a day. How bad can it be? What if? If we succeed, we will make a lot of money!”

Others also agreed that Hetang Village is better than other villages in this regard. Everyone is open-minded and tight-knit, and they work hard when they see something is right. After all, we share victory or defeat together. They haven't changed much over the years, aren't they still hungry? If there is a chance for change, why don't they give it a try?

Just do it, someone immediately came forward to take the seeds and prepare to raise the seedlings as soon as possible. Maybe the temperature here is higher than in the north, and the seedlings will grow faster and mature together with the wheat.

An Zhixia couldn't help but check the electronic information and found that watermelon interplanting was popularized in the 1990s. However, electronic data also come from reality. Many data are not fully included and cannot be used as the only criterion for evaluation.

Thinking about the fat fish to eat and watermelons to nibble on after autumn, she wished time would fly faster. No, she had to secretly turn on the stove and nibble on a piece of watermelon when she went home at night.

(End of this chapter)