Build a farm from the mountains

Chapter 257 Six thousand seven hundred catties

The land is silvery white in December, and two little squirrels are looking for food on the snow at the edge of the forest.

"Chirp!"

Suddenly there was an eagle's cry in the sky, which was suppressed by the blood, which made the souls of the two little guys tremble.

They fled into the tree hole in a hurry, and the timid one lay trembling in the nest.

The bold squirrel stretched out its front paws to rest on the hole, only daring to show half of its head.

Like thieves, the two small eyes that were spinning around looked around first, feeling safe, and then dared to look up at the sky through the leafless tree canopy.

"Quack quack~"

Three magpies flapped their wings frantically in the air and screamed in terror.

In their eyes, a huge figure was flying overhead, spreading its wings to block the sunlight above their heads.

This figure was more than eighty centimeters long, with a wingspan of nearly two meters. His eyes were full of indifference, aloofness, and ruthlessness.

It didn't flap its wings, and was slowly gliding, watching the three panicked little guys.

"Chirp!"

There was an eagle cry, and the three magpies flapped their wings in a panic, and the "quack" sound was full of mourning.

The golden eagle's eyes suddenly turned cold, and it swooped down, waving its wings to block the airflow, and probing its claws in one go.

In its claws, a magpie made a shrill sound, piercing its chest and back with its sharp claws.

Blood "tick tock" fell.

The golden eagle caught this "toy" and didn't look down. It stared at the sky while soaring, and let out a louder eagle cry.

"Chirp!"

The overlord of the mountains, the hero of the sky, the lonely eagle already has the demeanor of a king before he is an adult.

The birds in the forest fled in panic, and the sparrows in the village flew west in fear.

The whole sky is silent!
The sky is quiet, and the ground is in chaos.

"Cuckoo ~" the old hen rushed into the barn.

"Old Gogou~" The big rooster looked up into the sky.

The big male goose spread its wings and said "Yes, yes", bowing its head and yelling.

The nine dogs were yawning lying in the nest. They didn't care about the golden eagle at all. The big and the two were afraid of natural enemies, so they didn't let go of the legs holding the little bean bag.

The four little deer didn't know which eagle was in the sky, and they hid beside the big buck.

There is only one exception, "Wow, woof, woof!" The silly roe deer called out jumping up and down, looking left and right.

I don't even know where they are, but they are still called "cutting".

Sometimes this thing is really nasty, just look around and look around if you don't find anything.

A moment later, the little golden eagle swooped down from the east and landed on the raised crossbar, lowered its head and threw the dead magpie to the ground.

Wu Hao lifted the tree branch with the meat stuck in it, not because he was afraid of being scolded, but because the golden eagle likes to fall on high places, and the crossbar specially erected for the golden eagle was too high for him to reach.

After eating the meat, the little golden eagle combed its feathers, and looked indifferently at the silly roe deer who called "Wow Wang".

It doesn't play with that dude anymore.

It's not that he doesn't have feelings for those playmates on the ground, it's that it is born with aloof and indifferent eyes.

Wu Hao picked up the magpie on the ground and went out from the west gate and threw it into the forest to the north. Occasionally, the little golden eagle would kill the prey it caught and throw it on the ground.

It seems that this problem can't be changed.

The weather was cold, and I wanted to build a nest for the golden eagle, but instead of entering the warehouse, I flew to live in the seven ridges of the tile-roofed house.

It's warmer there with all the leaves.

Wu Hao raised his wrist to look at the time on his watch. It was ten o'clock in the morning, and he went directly to the shed from the back of the room.

He started harvesting vegetables at dawn today, and now the cart is almost finished, he came back specially after seeing the golden eagle fall.

Animals must be rewarded for hunting, otherwise it is easy to "strike".

Turning around the pigsty, you can see many people loading vegetables into the car behind the shed. There is a woman who is accompanied by a five-year-old child, and the woman is carrying a baby who is less than two years old.

The little doll was wearing a cap and hands, her face was flushed from the cold, and she lay on her mother's shoulder without crying or fussing.

Even if the conditions are good, if there is no elderly at home, women will work with their children on their backs.

Growing and picking vegetables in his house is considered a good job. In summer, it is even more difficult to carry the child's production area on his back, and in winter to break corn under the snow.

It is the adults who feel sorry for the children's suffering.

Now farmers are like this, Wu Hao has no choice but to give them more money, he can only wait until the vegetables in the greenhouse are sold, and lead the villagers to work together next year.

It would be nice if they were all rich, otherwise it would be really hard to look down on.

His character is like that of his parents, half kind, half cruel, no matter who he is.

Today, a pair of gloves is given to everyone who works. Washing hands is not enough to pick vegetables, and we must try our best to ensure that the vegetables are clean.

It's not about being poor, no matter how good the relationship with the big driver is, it's an export, and you can't make things difficult for others.

Lao Maozi's side is a developing developed country, and the people's living standards are high.

Even if it disintegrates in the future.

The requirements for vegetable quality are getting higher and higher.

They light up agriculture and heavy industry, are short-tempered and short-tempered. It is difficult for old men to grow vegetables in Siberia, even in the Far East.

In later generations, Lao Maozi relied on imports for vegetables.

There are many things to ask for the length of the cucumber and the size of the onion.

Of course, more things cost more money. The most important thing is that vegetables and fruits should not use chemical fertilizers and pesticides.

The requirements are not so high now. It is good to have vegetables to eat in winter. People are rich, and there must be people who buy vegetables for more than ten yuan.

Wu Hao saw that the vegetables would be loaded soon, so he walked to the side of the car and asked, "About how many catties."

There is a platform scale in the village, and he borrowed the one from the timber factory, so he must know how many catties of vegetables he sells.

Wu Meng graduated from high school, so it was not difficult to calculate and keep accounts. He picked up a notebook and read: "The watermelons and melons in the two greenhouses are about [-] catties."

"The first batch of vegetables weighed [-] catties, and they were picked from good-looking ones. The output of the greenhouse was a bit low, and it took two years to pay back the cost of selling one yuan."

"The yield will be high, as long as the vegetables are grown." Wu Hao didn't let his parents talk about selling them for ten yuan. It would be bad if everyone knew about the vegetables before they were sold.

The brother didn't tell, lest he worry about it.

Everyone who came to work knew that the vegetables in the greenhouse cost one yuan per catty, and since the vegetables were cooked, no one was ashamed to pick them and eat them.

A cucumber costs a few cents, which is more than half a day's wages.

Wu Weiguo came out of the shed and said: "The first batch is finished, cover it with plastic sheeting, and press some straw curtains."

The weather was cold, and the inside of the carriage was covered with plastic sheeting. If it wasn't for the short distance, he would have wanted to press the quilt on it.

This cart of vegetables is worth a lot of money. It’s so cold that I can’t bear it to death. I’ll sell it for ten yuan in the north. Whether the big driver buys it is his business, and my son will definitely be fine.

After the rear compartment was wrapped, Wu Weiguo waved his hand: "Let's go quickly."

Afraid of vegetables being frozen, I also want the little calf to roll in the sand, so as not to get angry when I see it.

Wu Meng asked: "Second Brother, do you want me to go with you?"

There are a lot of food in the car, he is afraid that someone will miss it.

"We'll be there in just over two hours. It's not a long trip. I'll go by myself." Wu Hao got in the car and drove towards the front of the village.

In winter, most of the roads are cars from forest farms. No one will squat on the side of the road to deliberately guard a cart of vegetables, and no one else knows how to sell them for ten yuan.

He was still carrying a gun. In fact, it was closer to Lao Maozi from the pasture to the north, but the car was too heavy.

The wheel fell into the rabbit hole, and there was snow, it was difficult to drive out.

Driving to the crossroads in front of the village, a bullock cart came from the west, he stopped and asked, "What are you doing, brother three?"

Hou Badhui stopped the ox cart and came over, looked at the truck with envy in his eyes and said, "I'm going to move to my old man's house."

Wu Hao frowned and said, "Third brother, we have no enmity! People in the village don't exclude you."

Hou Huashui hurriedly waved his hands and explained: "Brother, it has nothing to do with you. It is my father-in-law who wants to open two more factories. He asked me to help."

"You also know that he is a leader anyway. It is not difficult for me to earn 600 yuan a year there."

"The house in my family was built improvised back then, and there was nothing valuable. Our family went there, and it happened to be able to manage the Lengchang."

He looked at Wu Hao and said pleadingly, "I want to talk to you about selling the land. Other than you, others may not be able to give much money."

"I still need to live in a shack when I move there, as do my elder brother and my parents, and you know what's going on in my house."

Wu Hao asked: "How much land does your family have?"

Hou Badhui didn't return directly, and explained: "Actually, there is still land owned by my uncle and old Guotou's family."

"They made more than 2000 yuan from the western prairie before autumn, and it seems that they can earn seven to eight thousand a year."

"If you can make so much money, you definitely won't stay in the small valley. You know, they sell the leftovers after the autumn harvest and make money immediately."

Wu Hao nodded. People are getting richer and more people are buying cattle. In recent years, selling cattle and horses is a business.

In the same business, there are those who make money and those who lose money. Old Guotou is a businessman.

Hou Badshui said with a wry smile: "Everyone in our village has a house, and if no one buys their house, they don't want it. I don't think they will come back in the future."

"I wanted to sell the land to you, but I was too embarrassed to ask, so I had to throw it all at our house. I didn't have the nerve to find you, but I just met today..."

Wu Hao wondered, "You can earn so much money, why don't you go?"

Even if six or seven people share the money, each person can share more than 1000 yuan a year, which is better than working in a forest farm, unless it takes two years to contract a leng factory to make money.

Hou Huashui lowered his head and sighed: "It is estimated that they will gradually stop playing good tricks. I want to earn some money."

Wu Hao nodded, this kid was indeed different, and asked, "How much do you want for an acre of land?"

"When you leased the land, you said that the good land is 17 yuan per mu per year." Hou Badhui was afraid that he would disagree, so he quickly explained: "Five days are good land."

"The price has to go up this year." Wu Hao said with a smile, "I'll give you 21 acres, and you have to wait for me to come back to sign the contract. For 30 years, you pay once a year."

"However, third brother, I have to remind you, don't spend other people's money when you get the money, and make up for it after you spend it."

"I understand." Hou Huaishui nodded quickly: "I'll send some things to the old man's house first, and I'll move them out when you come back."

In fact, he didn't want to help people manage money, and he didn't recruit for relatives.

"I'm leaving first, we'll talk when I come back." Wu Hao said goodbye to him, and drove to the direction of the town.

Speeding up on the highway, he arrived at Bianying in more than two hours. He didn't go to town, so he just made a phone call at Bianying.

Last time, all the rut bridges were brought, and this time I don’t need to call the big city to pull some cabbage.

Platoon Leader Zhang walked out of the camp after asking for instructions, and said in surprise, "I didn't expect you to grow so many vegetables."

He knows about growing vegetables, but now it's just a small matter. He didn't expect this kid to really grow up.

Now it's not that I don't want to make it big, but I'm afraid that the vegetable seedlings will freeze to death, and my pants will be lost.

(End of this chapter)