In 1983, a small island started from a large farmer

Chapter 29 The Piling Master
(I asked my uncle at home, and I found out that wood was not cheap in the early 80s. Many people went to forest farms to steal wood, because it was needed for building houses and making furniture.

At that time, the money was calculated according to the square, and the uncle was not sure how much each side was. He only said that it was between 50-100, and the price was even more unclear. If anyone knows, please let me know. )——
It took almost six days.

Li Duoyu just finished the wooden piles for piling.

Now wooden piles, kelp ropes and floating balls are piled up on the pier, attracting many fishermen to stop and watch.

"Lao Li, you don't really want to raise kelp if you have a lot of fish."

"The neighboring village Artai has suffered like that, and you guys still dare to support him. How brave you are."

Faced with the persuasion of the folks, Lao Li was very calm on the surface, but he was panicked to death, but his mouth was still super firm.

"Now that the technology has advanced, someone has to try it."

Li Duoyu counted these wooden stakes to a total of 332, and these days are also thanks to the second brother and these relatives.

Li Duoyu didn't "bleed heavily".

There are nearly [-] casuarinas, and the production team only charged him about [-] yuan.

These days, the food, wine, cigarettes, tea, and timber transportation money that I invited everyone to eat did not exceed five hundred.

Coupled with the money for buying kelp ropes and floats a few days ago, Li Duoyu just invested 1000 yuan in kelp farming.

For now, this amount of money is definitely a huge sum of money, but this is only the first step in the road to burning money for cultivating kelp.

After making the stakes.

Li Duoyu rushed to find his uncle Chen Dongqing, and asked him to help him contact a pile driver who specializes in deep-sea wooden piles in the Lianjiang area to drive piles.

The most suitable breeding area for kelp is the mud bottom or sediment bottom with a water depth of about 20 to 30 meters.

Because of this depth, even if there is a phenomenon-level astronomical dry tide, the kelp will not hang on the bottom. If you raise it in too shallow seas, if you are unlucky, you will not be able to harvest.

And the sea area that Li Duoyu fancy.

The average depth is exactly 20 meters.

Li Duoyu vaguely remembered that in 83, there were already kelp piling machines on the Bohai Sea, but the southern side started relatively late, and almost all piles were driven by hand.

Relying on manual work, it is not an easy task to drive wooden piles to a depth of 20 meters.

Chen Atai, who previously cultivated kelp, saved a little in all aspects, and felt that he knew everything, so he had to find his own people for piling, which resulted in the tragic situation of no kelp harvest.

But Li Duoyu was very willing to spend the money on the contrary. Raising kelp is like building a house. The foundation must be solid, and it is okay to spend a little more money, so that the future will be more comfortable.

The best way is to invite a professional piling team to drive the pilings, and the Lianjiang Fisheries Research Institute has a ready-made cooperation team.

About two days later.

Li Duoyu and Lao Li were waiting for the piling team at the pier early in the morning.

After waiting for about two hours, two large sampans finally appeared in their field of vision.

There are many workers sitting on the sampan boat.

Adding up the two ships, there are almost ten people, and my uncle Chen Dongqing is also on one of them.

After the sampan boat docked.

The workers above disembarked one after another, and under Chen Dongqing's command, they moved some wooden stakes and kelp ropes to the sampan.

"Duoyu, you casuarinas are fine, each one is so thick, it cost a lot of money." Chen Dongqing said.

Li Duoyu also told the truth directly:

"Thanks to the report in our research institute, the brigade gave me a lot of convenience, and I won it for a few hundred yuan."

Hearing Li Duoyu talk about the newspaper again, Chen Dongqing snorted coldly:

"In the last newspaper, I'll give you an embarrassment, you kid, just the fake big empty you told the leader, if the kelp can't be raised well, you will be the one who will lose face in the end."

Li Duoyu said confidently:
"Just don't worry about it. I may not be able to study, but no one in Dandan Island is better than me at raising kelp."

Li Duoyu had just finished speaking when Lao Li patted the back of his head.

"You're pretending to be a big-tailed wolf with your uncle. You are a top student at the ocean college. Since you want to raise kelp, you should be more modest and learn from your uncle."

Seeing Li Duoyu being taught a lesson, Chen Dongqing smiled happily. Ever since he was a child, he liked to watch his brother-in-law fix him.

"Brother-in-law, where is my sister?"

"Your sister is afraid that everyone will be hungry when they are driving pilings at sea, so she is baking cakes for everyone. When the meal is ready, she should bring them to everyone."

"It's been a long time since I ate light cakes baked by my sister."

"If you want to eat, come back when you are free. It seems that you haven't been back to the island for a long time."

"The work in the institute has been relatively busy in the past two years."

In fact, everyone knew the reason why Chen Dongqing didn't want to go back to the island, but they didn't say it on purpose.

The reason why Chen Dongqing returned to the island this time was because the kelp breeding experiment was very important to him.

Because if Li Duoyu is successfully bred.

His status in the institute will be improved, and he may even be promoted and reused. The most important thing is: he must prove that farming kelp can make money, not lose money.

Less than an hour.

These piling workers moved a sampan of wood and kelp ropes.

Lao Li stayed to take care of the remaining wood and kelp ropes.

Li Duoyu and Chen Dongqing followed and boarded the main ship used for piling. This ship will be bigger than the other one. A young master in his 30s with callused hands is sitting on the bow.

The moment Li Duoyu saw him, he was in a daze, because he recognized this person.

Even in later generations, when he came back from the island country, this man was still doing piling for a living. Half of the fishermen in Lianjiang County, who raised kelp and grew seaweed, liked to ask him to do piling.

Because he is not only a good character,

The piles are strong and cheap.

During the years when Li Duoyu was raising kelp, he also made a lot of troubles with him, and the two even drank and chatted together.

When chatting, Li Duoyu would tell him about illegal work in the island country, and he also told himself a lot of things other than piling.

Not long after boarding the boat, Chen Dongqing introduced Li Duoyu.

"Duoyu, this is the best piling master in Shangfeng Town, Master Zhang Zetian, he was a soldier before, and he has just been discharged from the army. If you want to repair piles in the future, you can just go to him."

Chen Dongqing just finished the introduction.

Master Zhang scratched his head shyly: "It's not that powerful, I'm just a piling driver, you don't need to call me Master, just call me Lao Zhang."

Li Duoyu cleared his throat, and suddenly called out, "Old Zhang."

"arrive."

After hearing this answer, everyone laughed from ear to ear, and a worker said:

"Old Zhang, are you afraid of the roll call, why do you always answer?"

But Li Duoyu didn't smile, but felt a little heavy, because this problem was left by Lao Zhang's big battle somewhere in the southwest in 79.

Is a post-war PTSD symptom.

Old Zhang told him back then that his problem was left over from the battlefield, and because the situation at that time was very tragic, their company often had to roll their names.

The name is called, but the person who is not called.

Almost all sacrificed.

And those of them who survived would shout loudly when they were called.

After that, when he was not mentally prepared, if someone called his name or Lao Zhang suddenly, he would subconsciously answer "yes".

Unable to pass the psychological barrier, Lao Zhang returned to Shangfeng Town instead of accepting the job assigned to him by the leader after the big battle.

When most people in the town were selling goods, he also stuck to the bottom line and never touched it.

Because he has experienced life and death and battles, he understands better than anyone what national interests are.

(End of this chapter)