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  Chapter 302 Songjiang Qingdao

  Looking at the fourth and fifth children happily drinking Jianlibao, Liu Qingshan filled a bowl of rice soup and drank it happily.

   This year's new rice comes, and there is no need to pay task grain, so the old branch secretary and Captain Zhang studied, and each household first distributed four sacks.

  One sack is nearly 200 catties, which is basically 800 catties per household, that is, the output of one mu of land, and the cooperative can still afford it.

  Is this eight hundred catties a lot?

   At the moment, that's not much at all.

  Because everyone has a surprisingly large appetite, a child around ten years old, like Er Mangzi, can eat two bowls of rice in one meal.

  Liu Qingshan’s family received a lot more, mainly because there were a lot of people eating at their house, so they directly awarded two thousand catties, which was a full ten big sacks.

  Now there is no rice cooker or anything, cooking rice is all done with rice.

  First boil the water in the pot, when the water boils, put the rice inside, boil it for two times, then use a large strainer to scoop the rice into the pot, and steam it in the upper pot.

  The by-product of this approach is a large pot of rice soup left over, which is milky white and sticky, and it tastes the most nutritious.

  If you add some sugar, it will be so sweet that you can be full with rice soup.

  Liu Qingshan is now holding a big bowl, sipping the rice soup, and complimenting him from time to time: "This rice soup is good, the rice fragrance is really strong."

  In his memory, he has never tasted such a delicious rice soup. I don't know if it is an illusion, or the rice is really good.

  Maybe the quality of the rice is good, first of all, no pesticides and fertilizers are used, and all the rice is farmyard manure and pond mud.

  Secondly, the soil and water quality on their side are very high-quality, and the rice grown is of course top-notch.

   Just this rice, if it is put in for decades, and it is branded as pure natural green rice, it is estimated to cost ten yuan a catty, and people will rush to ask for it.

   When it was time to eat, Liu Qingshan filled a bowl of rice, and saw that the color of the rice grains was not snow white, but light blue.

  Because they are all eaten by people in their own village, the rice grains are not polished, and they do not appear crystal clear, but a bit black and bulging, and the appearance is ordinary.

  However, when it is put into a bowl and placed in front of you, there is a strong rice fragrance, which rises with the heat, and it keeps drilling into the nose.

   "The rice is delicious!"

  The little fourth brother beside him couldn't help but praise him.

  Liu Qingshan also picked up a chopstick head, stuffed it into his mouth and tasted it carefully, it was really delicious, the rice grains were firm, and there was a feeling of springiness.

  The most important thing is that you can really taste the natural rice fragrance. Even if you don’t eat vegetables, you can still cook two bowls of dry rice.

   "Our rice is good. Tell Er Biaozi later, you can't sell it casually."

  Liu Qingshan muttered.

  According to the output that Er Biaozi said, there will be hundreds of tons of rice remaining, and we have to find a market for it.

   After dinner, Liu Qingshan strolled to the team headquarters and called Chuncheng.

   After tossing and turning twice, I finally found Gangzi, and Gangzi’s excited voice suddenly came from the receiver:

   "Qingshan, good news, Clivia has risen again, this time it is a big rise!"

  Liu Qingshan hastily moved the receiver away from his ears: "Talk slowly, why are you shouting so loudly, Gangzi, you can't do this, you have to learn to calm down, you know?"

   "A small flower seedling has risen to 200 yuan, Qingshan, you told me to be calm, I am so calm!"

   Liu Qingshan had no choice but to casually say to this kind of guy who was in extreme excitement:

   "Then cut it off, just like those fat pigs in the pig farm in our village, who eat and sleep all day long, without any thoughts. This kind of life is not bad."

  Ahem, there were a few soft coughs from a woman on the other side of the phone. It seemed that Xiaomei was also nearby, and she protested.

  Liu Qingshan stopped joking: "I read the newspaper. Clivia has been designated as the city flower of Spring City. That is to say, the original price limit order has been completely cancelled. Of course, the price of Clivia will increase a lot."

  Gangzi finally stabilized a lot, probably pinched by Xiaomei a few times over there, hissing and gasping:

   "Qingshan, the city also called for the development of the window sill economy, requiring every household to grow three to five pots of Clivia, and those factories and enterprises have all poured into the Clivia market. Now the supply is simply in short supply."

   "Qingshan, you are awesome. I just won't accept others, but you! Hey, Xiaomei, don't make trouble. I will obey you besides Qingshan. Is it okay?"

  Liu Qingshan also had a smile on the corner of his mouth, probably because Xiaomei was playing tricks on the other side.

  This kind of situation had already been expected by Liu Qingshan, so he didn't show much excitement, but asked: "How about Hou San and the others?"

  Gangzi laughed loudly: "I'm also in a hurry, I want to sell flower seedlings, but without your order, everyone dare not move, Hou San is so anxious, Qingshan, let's sell our flower seedlings quickly?"

"Don't worry, I'll talk about it when I go, tell Hou San and the others, if it really doesn't work, then ask Brother Dalong and the others to find some people, the former comrades-in-arms and so on, pull out ten or eight, and we must pay attention to ensuring that the flower shed is safe." Safe, money is not an issue!"

  Liu Qingshan knows that a Clivia seedling can be raised to 500 yuan, which is where it is.

   "Qingshan, won't the price drop again?"

  Gangzi is still a little worried.

   "It's okay, I have my own arrangements, you tell everyone, the more you have to be calm at this time, keep a normal mind, eat and sleep."

  Liu Qingshan gave a few more instructions before hanging up the phone. He just came home and was going to rest at home for a few days.

   And now it's just the prelude to Clivia's madness, and it hasn't reached the real climax yet, so there's no need to panic.

   At the same time, Chuncheng's Gangzi also put down the phone, muttering: "Calm down, you must be calm..."

   Then, he stepped on a bicycle and went straight to the flower shed on the other side of Erdaohezi.

  Here, Zhang Long and the others are also waiting in full force. A circle of barbed wire has been stretched around the flower shed, and the mercury lamp is shining like daytime.

  Just as Gangzi was about to turn into the yard on his bicycle, there were several barking dogs in the yard, followed by a cold shout:

   "Who, stay away, guns don't have eyes!"

   "I, Gangzi, don't shoot, don't shoot!"

   Gangzi yelled quickly, he knew that Zhang Long and the others really had guns in their hands.

   Soon, the figures of Hu Wei and Li Tie appeared out of nowhere, with shotguns on their backs, and two big wolf dogs behind them.

  Opening the movable door of the barbed wire, Gangzi pushed the bicycle in: "Hey, we've all caught up with the military restricted zone."

   Entering the room, Hou San and Zhang Long didn't sleep either, mainly because they couldn't sleep at all.

  Guarding such a golden mountain, who can sleep?

   Zhang Long is better, and his psychological quality is relatively strong; Hou San is not good, the whole person is in a state of excitement and anxiety, and his eye sockets are sunken, more like a monkey.

   "Aoyama is calling!"

  Gangzi took a sip of water, and then told everyone what Liu Qingshan said on the phone.

   After a while of silence, Zhang Long patted Hou San's shoulder with his hand: "Now you can sleep in peace, right?"

  As a result, Hou San, who was sitting on the kang, fell down in response, and this guy was already asleep.

  Thinking that Hou San hadn't closed his eyes for several days in a row, Zhang Long also understood, and directly covered him with a quilt, and finally he was able to sleep peacefully.

   As for finding manpower, it is not difficult. Needless to say, they have several comrades in arms around Spring City, and they have contacted several times in the past six months.

  These people can be called immediately, and they can fight when they come.

  …

  The next morning, Liu Qingshan entered the mountain early with a bag of rice on his shoulder.

  Having not seen Master for more than half a month, he really misses the pure life in the mountains.

  Although in Yangcheng these days, I also wake up in the morning to do morning exercises, but I always feel that this is not the case.

  When he entered the woods, he smelled the familiar smell, and suddenly he became enlightened: what is lacking outside, maybe this intimacy is it?

  Before he saw his master, Liu Qingshan saw the big bear running over in a hurry, sniffing around him.

  It looks like a child who sees the adults who have gone out come back and wonders if they can bring back delicious food.

   "Then, this is yours!"

  Liu Qingshan grabbed a handful of candy from his pocket, and two cans of Jianlibao, which was quite interesting for this unusual junior.

  The mute grandpa also greeted him with a smile. What Liu Qingshan brought back to Master were two bottles of Moutai.

  Breakfast is at Mukeleng's side. I eat it with my master. I cook rice porridge, stick pancakes, and add some pickles. It's simple and warm.

  After returning from the mountain, Liu Qingshan walked around the village first, and finally turned to the yard.

   From a long distance, I saw several piles of golden rice, and there was a machine roaring beside it. Er Biaozi was leading a group of people to hustle the rice here.

Seeing Liu Qingshan, he shouted at the top of his voice: "Sanfeng, just now a director Xu came from the grain depot in the county and said he wanted to buy our rice, hehe, one catty of rice is exchanged for one catty of white flour. Big!"

  Because the noise is too loud, if you don’t shout loudly, you can’t hear it at all.

  The yield of rice is 800 catties per mu, but the current yield of wheat is only about 400 catties per mu. From this point of view, it is indeed a big advantage.

  Paddy fields of the same area can double the income of wheat cultivation in dry fields. No wonder Er Biaozi is so excited.

  But Liu Qingshan doesn't see it that way. After the local household contract responsibility system is implemented, a lot of wheat is grown.

  Now every household in the countryside is no longer like before, they can only eat white noodles during the Chinese New Year.

   It’s okay to eat pasta at least once a week.

   As for rice, because it is not produced locally, it has not yet entered the tables of ordinary people.

   Rare things are more expensive, the price of rice should be much higher than that of wheat.

   What's more, the rice they produce in Jiapigou is of excellent quality. If the price is not high, they will be sorry for such a good rice.

  Liu Qingshan grabbed a handful of freshly husked rice and said cheerfully, "Er Biaozi, do you think our rice should have a name?"

   "How about calling it Jiapigou No. 1?"

  Er Biaozi obviously thought about this question, and immediately blurted it out.

  Liu Qingshan couldn't help blinking: "Isn't this name too strong in the country?"

  Hey, yes, Er Biaozi scratched the back of his head: "We mainly use Songjiang water for irrigation, so let's call it Songjiang No. 1."

  Anyway, when he was studying in Longjiang Province, when he heard his godfather and the others named them, they would always use the number.

   This rice is the first time they planted it, so of course it is No. 1.

  Liu Qingshan looked at the green rice in his hand: "Why don't we call it Songjiang Qingdao to highlight the characteristics of our rice!"

   "Songjiang Qingdao, okay, it's better to use the name Sanfeng you chose."

  Er Biaozi also agreed. Hearing this name, he was several grades higher than his No. 1 one.

   At this moment, a shout came from the team headquarters, with a very dissatisfied tone:

   "Hey, let me tell you what's going on with you Jiapigou. Is this rice going to be sold to our grain depot? Give me a quick word, I don't have time to play house with you here!"

  (end of this chapter)