Rebirth Space Farming

Chapter 21 Little Bun Goes to the City to Divide Pears ([-])

At the end of the 90s, [-] to be precise, China had not yet joined the World Trade Organization, and there were very few imported goods in China.

The most common foreign gadgets are brought back by some overseas Chinese when they return home to visit relatives.The middle-aged women at the Shangliang Station in Baijia Ancient Town can only distinguish the difference between wheat and millet, and it is impossible to distinguish Thai Basmati rice at all.

But Zhu Shijun was different. When he was in BJ, because of his interest, he got close to a retired veteran cadre of the Ministry of Agriculture at that time.Thai basmati rice seems to be more acceptable to the public than Indian basmati rice, but it is not.

"Xiao Xian, is what you just said true?"

The hot fish melted in the mouth, and a blister formed on Xiao Xian's tongue, "There are too many mistakes," Xiao Xian really wanted to give himself a chopstick, but he showed his complacency.

"Grandpa, what did I just say? I just looked at the year 1980 written on the jar. Didn't you teach me how to count? By 1996 this year, isn't it exactly 16 years?" Zhu Xiaoxian took the tea jar out Turn, the bottom is exposed, and the lower end is really marked with 1980.

As for India and Thailand, Xiaoxian really didn't know, he killed himself without saying anything.

The rice seeds that Zhu Shijun believed to be [-] or [-] years old have doubled in age. The veteran cadre who has done a lot of research on basmati rice, if he can be found now, he will be able to identify whether it is real basmati rice. It's a pity that Baijia Ancient Town is as far away as thousands of mountains and rivers from BJ. With a body like Zhu Shijun's guilt, I don't know if he can return to BJ in his lifetime.

"Grandpa, what did you just say about 'extradition' fragrant rice?" Zhu Xiaoxian deliberately said the words in a strange manner.

"Xiao Xian, it's India. Indian basmati rice, especially basmati rice, is the highest quality basmati rice in the world. Ordinary basmati rice will double to triple in size when cooked. Bucky Marty's fragrant rice can be more than five times larger. However, this kind of fragrant rice cannot be directly bought and sold in China. When I was in BJ, there were only a few high-end restaurants that directly placed purchase orders in India to determine the quantity. Afterwards, it came in through a special channel. It is impossible to see this kind of rice on the dining table of ordinary people, let alone a small grain store in the ancient town of Baijia." Zhu Shijun said as he picked it up A piece of fish meat reminded Xiaoxian to pay attention to the fishbone before eating it.

When the meal was halfway through, the number of customers in Miao's restaurant also increased. The grass carp in sufficient portions and the rice noodles in the soup at the end made the grandpa and grandson dare not even hiccup, for fear that they would be full if they were not careful. .

Zhu Shijun advocated walking a hundred paces after dinner, but he didn't know where the bookstore in the town was, so he stopped a red leather tricycle and asked for directions.

The master who stepped on the bicycle was a warm-hearted person, but he had a tone of voice when he spoke. He was afraid that Zhu Shijun would not understand, so he patiently found a picture, and he was relieved when he understood the picture.

Zhu Shijun took out two yuan as asking money, but the master refused to accept it, saying that it was a bit of lip service, so he had the nerve to ask for money.While retreating, Xiao Xian was also clever, and took out a white pear that she brought with her from her schoolbag.She was going to bring something to quench her thirst when she went down the mountain, but her stomach can't hold it right now.

The coachman took it away.Zhu Shijun was very satisfied with his granddaughter's performance today, she didn't cry or make trouble when she saw food and play, she really didn't look like a six-year-old child.

Relying on the hand-painted map, Zhu Shijun found two Xinhua Bookstores the size of a storefront without much effort.

"Xiaoxian, grandpa is going to discuss something with you. After you go back, grandpa will teach you to read, read, and do arithmetic." After Zhu Shijun moved to Gecun, he inquired that the nearby regular government school had to go to one half an hour mountain road.At that time, Xiaoxian's legs were bad and she couldn't walk.

Now her legs are healed, but the old man is worried about her walking so far alone.I heard from the village head that after the summer vacation next year, the village will build a cement road, and the cars from the town will be able to reach the village, so that Xiao Xian can go to school normally.At that time, it was normal for children in the city to go to school at the age of seven. Zhu Shijun thought, if he could teach Xiao Xian some homework earlier, it would be much easier to go to school then.

Xiao Xian looked at the printed books of various colors in the bookstore, some of which had lifelike coloring pages, "Grandpa, I will learn, but you have to promise me something. I want to put those cans of rice Plant it."

Most of the army at that time did not believe that Xiaoxian bought basmati rice, but Xiaoxian knew it well, that 100% was basmati rice from Bath in India, and the yield per mu was more than 500 catties.Even if the water and soil were not acclimatized, and the weather caused a loss of one hundred and eighty catties, it was still better than the high-yielding rice picked by the Zhushi army.You can't hold a golden phoenix, but treat it like a native chicken.

"Xiaoxian also likes to grow things?" Zhu Shijun laughed, his
"Didn't Uncle Sangouzi just say that on the way, his eldest son is only one year older than me, and he knows how to send baskets of rice to the fields during the autumn harvest. And Xiaohua next door even invited me to eat her a while ago." As for the tomatoes I planted, I also want to invite her to eat the rice I planted." Louzi rice is the meal that is cooked in the autumn harvest, put in bamboo baskets, and delivered to the side of the field by the children and the elderly who can't help .

Zhu Shijun originally wanted to tell his granddaughter that the tomatoes that Xiaohua invited her to eat were planted by her grandmother, at best, Xiaohua had pulled the weeds a few times nearby, but it was rare for his granddaughter to have this idea, and hands-on practice should be advocated.

"Xiao Xian, planting rice is not as much as planting tomatoes. Planting rice is more important." Zhu Shijun explained, starting from winter to prepare for next year's seedlings, dividing seedlings, and transplanting seedlings.Besides, there is only one mu of land behind the Zhu family's house, and there is no extra space for Xiaoxian to grow it.

"Grandpa, just promise me. If you promise me, I will definitely learn Chinese characters, and I will definitely even say 'India', 'Thailand' and 'BJ' (it is said that BJ is easy to be harmonized, so I have to use disharmonious one) Plum Blossom) also remember all of them," Zhu Xiaoxian shook Zhu Shijun's sleeve.

"I really can't do anything about you. I'll discuss it with your village uncle later to see if there is any wasteland in the village. But when you go to the fields, you must be accompanied by Mrs. Lian. When the sun is high, you can't go down. When it's windy Even if it's raining, you can't go to the fields." Zhu Shijun had no choice but to agree after being tortured by Xiaoxian.

Zhu Shijun picked up a few more books on agriculture and books for Xiaoxian's enlightenment. When he walked over to check out, he happened to meet a foreigner who was making gestures with the sales lady. The two hesitated, neither understanding each other. the meaning of.

(End of this chapter)