Build a farm from the mountains

Chapter 268 The Comatose Young Master Zhao
Wu Hao went to Xiao Yang's house to identify the door, gave some gifts to his aunt and children, and chatted with Xiao Yang about things in the north after eating together.

The main thing is to open the port on both sides, buy things here to pay the soft girl, and try to give Mi Yuan when you buy things there.

The amount of transactions between the north and the south is huge, not comparable to him personally, maybe hundreds of millions or billions.

He just sells vegetables, he can't get the money, and he doesn't care about getting a share, as long as the higher-ups remember that he has a share of the foreign exchange earnings.

Lao Maozi now has tens of billions of dollars in reserves. He was so rich in [-], and in [-] there were billions left.

Since 1990, there have been more rice dollars, and tens of billions of foreign debts are also money!

Next year, the two sides will trade, and Lao Maozi doesn't want to take rice yuan. This matter can only be handled after there is chaos there.

Not only can it handle foreign exchange, but it can also make a fortune for the big driver. He doesn't get money, but he gets a lot of benefits.

At least buy some animals through the big driver, and buy the high-tech used to build the farm without any effort.

When Xiao Yang went to work in the morning, Wu Hao went out with him, went to the guard and got in the car to see that there was nothing missing.

Saying goodbye to Xiao Yang, he drove to the entrance of the G camp restaurant, saw his brothers eating steamed buns at the nearby breakfast shop, and asked Wu Meng to get in the car and pay the tax first.

The two brothers drove to a small building in the city, counted out 1 yuan, and asked Wu Meng to watch the car, and he took the money to pay taxes.

The leader of Xiaolou understood what was going on. The 1 yuan was more or less. Now that the money is paid, no one can find fault in the future.

Wu Hao also wanted to shut up other people's mouths. After paying the money, he left Xiaolou and went back to have breakfast with Wu Meng.

After he finished his meal, he asked for a cup of soy milk to quench his thirst. Nowadays, many things are still paid in cents, such as deep-fried dough sticks, which cost six cents for two sticks.

You can eat breakfast for [-] cents, which is actually not cheap. The daily salary is only a little over [-] yuan.

Prices have always been very interesting. After earning more than 100 a day, eating a good breakfast still costs nearly one-tenth of the salary...

Wu Meng took a sip of soy milk and took a meat bun to eat. The other six people finished eating and waited for him.

Wu Hao kept turning his head to pay attention to the money in the car, and saw an old man across the road, wearing a green military uniform, without four pockets, carrying a canvas bag, and wearing a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose.

Most people now wear cloth shoes, unlike later generations who wear cloth shoes and are considered rural people.

What does this old man feel like?He is educated and looks like an old farmer. He inquired with the people nearby, followed by two male students in green military uniforms and carrying canvas bags.

Someone pointed to the truck. After thanking the man, the old man led two students across the road to the breakfast shop and asked, "Who was the one who sold [-] catties of vegetables yesterday?"

"I sold it." Wu Hao asked suspiciously, "Old man, who are you?"

The male student was sensible and introduced: "Professor Xu from our school has been researching greenhouses and high-quality seeds, and is an agricultural expert in the province."

Professor Xu added: "Yesterday I heard that someone was selling vegetables in large quantities. I hurried to find someone this morning because I was afraid that you would run away."

"It's chattering, I won't run away." Wu Hao moved a stool for the old man and said, "Sit down and have some breakfast before the old man talks."

He didn't expect the expert to find him himself. This is a down-to-earth person who is very passionate about agriculture and doesn't need to wait for assignments.

Such experts deserve respect.

Professor Xu wasn't too polite. They really didn't eat in the morning. He asked the two students to sit down and order breakfast, "How many mu of land do you hold for the greenhouse? How much investment? How much output?"

The old man is still in a hurry to get down to business. Wu Hao told the truth: "Contract 5000 acres of land for greenhouses, and invest an average of 3000 yuan per acre, and the average yield per acre is only more than [-] catties."

What to plant, coriander can produce more than 1000 catties per mu of land, and it has to be planted, because it is easy to sell when it is matched with vegetables.

Professor Xu frowned, thought for a while, and said, "The school studies greenhouse technology, and there are some excellent seeds, but the investment in greenhouses is too large. Even if the output of some vegetables can reach [-] catties, it will be difficult to popularize!"

"There are many reasons why it can't be popularized." Wu Hao didn't continue, and asked: "Won't the old man come to my house to see the [-] acres of land? I still need some more greenhouses. I just need your expert guidance."

Professor Xu said angrily: "I am here for this purpose, to help you reduce costs, provide high-quality seeds, and make greenhouses popular. This is our responsibility and obligation."

The old man patted the canvas bag when he said this: "I was a little anxious when I came out of the house, and I didn't take much to salute."

Wu Hao hurriedly said: "You don't need to bring anything, as long as you can help me look at the greenhouse, I will cover all your expenses."

Professor Xu waved his hand: "Forget about the money, we have wages, you can take care of the food and lodging."

"No problem!" Wu Hao agreed with a smile, knowing that these down-to-earth experts don't talk about money.

If the old man really squats in the shed of his house all winter, he will give the three of them at least one or two thousand yuan when he leaves.

It's not a salary, it's an expression of gratitude, and it won't work if the old man doesn't accept it.

Wu Hao waited for the three of them to finish their meal, looked at the truck and said, "There are so many of us, there are only two cars, so we can only squeeze together."

Professor Xu said with a smile: "There are so many warm people, we are not so hypocritical, taking a bus is too late."

"Then let's go." Wu Hao called everyone to get in the car, let Professor Xu and Wu Meng sit in his truck, and there were five people in the Great Liberation.

This time I came to Harbin for neither stroll nor shopping, so I drove north out of the city and directly onto the highway.

Now the provincial capital city is not big, and there are many villages around it, and it will gradually develop into high-rise buildings.

There will be "gas rats" on the road in the future, are those guys good?It's even more evil now.

There are large vehicles on remote roads, such as a load of beef, especially on summer nights, people from nearby villages will climb on the vehicles and throw them down, and the drivers dare not stop at all.

When Wu Hao came here, the journey was safe and sound. Just after driving seventy or eighty miles back, a small tree more than 20 centimeters thick fell down on the side of the road ahead.

The tree is not too big, and it is impossible to drive forward if there is a canopy blocking the road.

A few villagers walked onto the road with saws in their hands, and the others might be hiding in the woods. To fool the soldiers, they said they saw a tree fall on the road and they were here to help clean it up.

As long as nothing major happens, no one will take them.

One of the villagers waved his hand to let the truck enter the country road, go around in front of it and then get on the road.

Wu Hao looked at the 212 jeep parked on the side of the township road and understood.

Professor Xu is more than 50 years old, has experienced many things, knows what is going on ahead, and said angrily: "Go back and find the leader, I have to punish them today!"

Wu Hao smiled and said, "What kind of leader can I find for myself?"

He drove down the country road and stopped, gave Wu Meng a look, then opened the door and got out of the car.

Wu Meng bent down and took out the gun in a long white cloth pocket from under the back seat, and got out of the car with his arms in his arms, and gave one to each brother.

The six people opened the safety of their guns and loaded them directly, and walked forward with their guns in hand.

Professor Xu was stunned for a moment and then nodded, knowing that these brothers came out of the mountains, and it is normal to have guns in the mountains.

As long as you don't take it into the city to act like a bully, you'll be fine. He told the two students not to get out of the car, and followed them by himself.

There are still a few villagers on the country road, and an old man with a handle is at the front. When he saw seven people coming with guns, he couldn't help baring his teeth. They haven't done this for many years.

Today, a young master from the city came over and gave him money to "educate" a few people. Just beating a few people won't cause any serious problems.

But now something is wrong!It can be seen from the postures of several people holding their guns that they are not good-looking, especially the good-looking young man in the lead.

He just took a look and felt that humans and animals were harmless, and the old man was no ordinary gun. He could tell that the opponent had blood on his hands, which was definitely not a good thing.

If someone seeks trouble, even if it is a "fight with weapons", they are absolutely not afraid of anyone, but now they have encountered trouble again.

Because it's a big deal, it's not a crime to do it, and there is no good fruit to eat.

The old man glanced at the 212 jeep and cursed: "Fuck! Is this a matter of beating up some young people?"

He turned around and hurriedly clasped his fists and said, "Thousands of taels of gold are not for sale, they are given away to old friends on the cross streets, today I met an expert, the old man is here to accompany everyone..."

Wu Hao interrupted with a wave of his hand: "I can't forgive you at first, it can be seen that they are all people who live a hard life, and I don't want to argue with you."

"But let me remind you, times have changed, and you will be punished if you fight on the road."

After all, the old man was not young, and he couldn't keep his face from being educated, and said angrily: "Young man, are you teaching me how to do things?"

Wu Hao sneered: "I don't bother to talk about you, wait until I finish the matter."

He hooked his fingers at the jeep more than ten meters away.

Mr. Zhao kept looking at the rearview mirror, thinking that this kid would turn around and run away, but he didn't expect that he would dare to go to the countryside.

He sneered and got out of the car, followed by three bastards. Except for the one who vomited blood, the bastard's head and the one with the severed finger were all there, and the rest was holding a rifle.

Mr. Zhao went to the front with his hands behind his back and sneered, "Who are you scaring me with? You still dare to hit me?"

He is also a person who always plays with guns. He doesn't care about the guns in front of him at all, and he doesn't believe that the other side dares to pull the trigger.

That's a big deal.

"Put him down!" Wu Hao was too lazy to talk nonsense with him.

Wu Meng was the most obedient, he rushed forward with a gun in his hand, and Wu Xia and Wu Xia pushed Mr. Zhao to the ground.

The other brothers stopped the three bastards from moving. The villagers came to fight, and now they are taking the guys.

The old man didn't speak again, and they stood aside and didn't care.

Zhao Gongzi was a little dazed with his face up to the sky, he struggled a few times and knew that he couldn't get up, and said angrily: "The way is drawn according to the rules, how can anyone do it directly?"

Wu Hao ignored him, this kid talked like farting, if they were weak, they would have been beaten.

Reaching out to take the handle in the old man's hand, he pushed the bastard twice with the front end, and said with a smile, "I mean, right? He's just used to pretending!"

Hunzi's fingers hurt. He didn't want to come, but he wanted to vent his anger. He didn't expect that things were going wrong now.

Looking at the handle in his hand, he frowned and said, "We can go one-on-one, but if you dare to attack Young Master Zhao, you will be in trouble!"

Wu Hao sneered: "He's indeed in trouble!"

Mr. Zhao saw him walking over with a handle, he felt a little anxious, and said loudly: "It's fine if you don't follow the rules, if you dare to touch me, you will definitely have no good fruit!"

Seeing Wu Hao raised his handle, he hurriedly shouted at the villagers and bastards: "Stop this Hubi!"

"Crack! Kick!"

The 1.5-meter-long handle was riveted hard.

Mr. Zhao screamed twice, and fainted as soon as he rolled his eyelids. He still hasn't figured it out yet.

The other party should not dare to do anything, the most is to save him face, because in the past, when he encountered a powerful person, as soon as he contacted his friends, the matter would be like this.

The worst thing is to beat him up, if it's serious, use more force, I haven't had time to mention my friends yet, so I'll just hit him hard.

That's the kneecap.

The old man at the head of the village twitched his eyelids. He dared to treat the son of the big city like this. He had encountered a serious problem. He hurriedly cupped his fists and said, "The general will go his own way without dismounting, and there will be a period later."

The villagers had already thrown the trees on the road into a side ditch. When the old man saw Wu Hao wave his hand, he immediately led the villagers home.

(End of this chapter)