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  Chapter 454 Why is the gap so big?

  Golden autumn in October, the rice is fragrant, and the Songjiang green rice in Jiapigou is finally harvesting time.

  The planting area has been expanded this year, the water and fertilizer are sufficient, and there are no major diseases and insect pests, so each ear of rice is heavy.

   On the morning of the sickle opening, most of the villagers in Jiapigou came to the rice field.

  Young and middle-aged people are sharpening their knives, and the elderly and children are carrying small baskets, ready to pick rice ears, and must return the grains to the warehouse.

   Today is Sunday, so Liu Ying and the other three teachers also brought the children to participate in the labor.

  The autumn wind was blowing slightly, and the rice waves were fragrant. Liu Qingshan couldn't help picking up his camera to record this beautiful harvest scene.

  The water in the rice field has long been drained, and there is a harvester in the distance, harvesting rice.

   It's just that the area is too large for a single harvester, so manual harvesting has to be added.

   They are all old farmer's style, even a half-grown child can cut crops, and harvesting rice is much better than harvesting wheat.

  Wheat has awn seeds, which itch on the arms, and the wheat autumn is hot, unlike now, with a cool breeze, which is suitable for work.

  After the work was divided, the sickle began to fly, and with a swishing sound, rows of rice were brought down, bundled into bundles, and transported to the yard with four wheels and a horse-drawn cart.

   Then it needs to be dried for a few days before threshing.

  After harvesting, the old and the young began to pick up the ears of rice that fell or fell on the ground.

   Such precious things cannot be wasted.

   "Haha, toad!"

   "Wow, this sloppy person is a toad!"

  The children are making a fuss. At this time, the frogs are ready to hibernate, and all of them are lazy, and they are not very willing to jump.

   And most of them have already entered the water.

  Behind the team of picking rice ears, there is also a strange troop, which are water birds with long beaks and long legs, happily picking up toads and swallowing them.

  They are also working hard to accumulate a little more energy for the upcoming migration.

   "These guys will take advantage of it." People laughed and cursed, and no one disturbed these waterfowls.

  Birds are actually very happy to get along with people, provided that you don't hurt them.

  It’s like when the fields are plowed and planted in spring, crows and magpies follow behind people, and the worms and chrysalis dug out of the ground are a delicious meal for them.

   "I don't know how the wild geese in the forest guard team are doing. I have to find some time to take a look."

  Liu Qingshan muttered.

  Then he found that among the group of old people picking rice ears, there was also a fat old man who also bent down with great effort to pick up the leftover rice ears into the basket.

   "Brother Yong, can your grandfather succeed?" Liu Qingshan asked Tan Yong beside him.

  Although Tan Yong’s name has the word “Yong” in it, he looks like a frail scholar.

  He pushed the myopia on the bridge of his nose with his hands: "The old man likes it very much, and I can't stop it."

   "It's good to exercise properly, just don't get tired." Liu Qingshan said in his mouth, his hands were not idle, and he used a fork to pick a bundle of rice into the carriage.

  The uncle boss in the car put the bundles of rice neatly.

  Tan Yong also picked it twice just now, but his arms became sore, mainly because he couldn't use that strength.

   Farm work is actually done with skill, not all by brute force.

  So he can only do one job with Xiaowazi, picking rice ears, searching the ground while talking to Liu Qingshan:

   "Qingshan, the medicine prepared by your master is very effective. I found that the old man's physical and mental state have improved a lot during this time."

   "That's good, the main thing is that the water and soil here support people." Liu Qingshan chattered without delaying work.

  The fork in his hand was flying up and down, let alone bundles of rice, even the little devils could still fly.

  In the end, Tan Yong heard an ouch, and suddenly withdrew his hand from the ground, and then said embarrassingly:

   "It's a big loach. I was taken aback. I thought it was a snake."

   "Brother Yong, don't pick up the ears of rice, go to the ditch over there to catch some loach, and stew it for the old man at noon." Liu Qingshan can see that this Tan Yong is really not suitable for work.

  Tan Yong pushed his glasses again: "Is loach edible, it looks a little dirty?"

  Liu Qingshan said twice: "Brother Yong, you are an amateur. Loach is called ginseng in water, and it is the most nourishing. It is just suitable for people like the old man to eat. Listen to me, you must be right."

   "It's best to take it back and put it in clean water for a night, and wait until the dirty things in the stomach are vomited, and then eat it tomorrow."

   Well, Tan Yong still believed in Liu Qingshan: "But you can't catch it with your hands, is there a fishing net or something?"

  Liu Qingshan shook his head with a smile: "To catch some loach, use any fishing net, just find a big fence. Just now I seem to see some kid with a sieve. Using a sieve will make it faster."

   With a yell, Gou Shengzi ran over. He brought the sieve, and the adults in the family told him to catch some small fish and go back to fish sauce.

   "The dog leftover, lead your brother Yong to fish for loach." Liu Qingshan ordered, and the dog leftover led Tan Yong to the ditch beside him happily.

  As soon as the sieve went down, when it was lifted to the surface of the water, there were more than a dozen big loaches in it, twisting and twisting.

  The biggest one is as thick as a thumb and as long as chopsticks.

  In addition to loach, there are other small fish.

   Tan Yong was a little dumbfounded: "There are so many!"

  Goushengzi nodded: "It's almost like this now."

  This is not an exaggeration. Tan Yong has been here for more than half a month, and he knows a lot about the situation.

   In just ten minutes, Tan Yong came back again, with a bucket half full of loach in his hand, and said happily:

   "Qingshan, there are too many, I can't eat it."

   "It's okay, give me half when the time comes, and stew it for my grandpa at home." Liu Qingshan was not polite.

   "I also want a few small ones, and keep them in canned bottles." The little fourth also ran over, and Shan Xing was still holding his own small water bottle, and handed it to Liu Qingshan.

  Look in the rice fields, there are many people picking up rice ears, but the rice harvesters can’t provide for them. The children are all idle at the moment.

  Liu Qingshan called Tan Yong to sit and rest on the ridge of the field.

  Tan Yong seemed to have something to say, after deliberating for a while, he opened his mouth and said:

   "Qingshan, the original English version of Titanic that I saw at your home a few days ago was co-authored by you and someone else. I wonder if it can be translated and published by our magazine?"

  Liu Qingshan really didn’t ask Tan Yong what he did. After chatting, it turned out that he was the deputy editor-in-chief of a publishing house, and it was a relatively well-known publishing house in China.

   It seems that he has only graduated from college for a few years, and he has been promoted quite quickly.

  Liu Qingshan waved his hand: "You said that book is meaningless."

  Tan Yong pushed the glasses: "I heard that they are very popular abroad, and the sales have exceeded three million copies."

  He still admires the young man in front of him. These days, he is able to publish a book abroad and sell it so well. Few modern domestic writers can achieve this.

  Those works that have been translated abroad, except for the classics, most of the rest are from the group of old writers before liberation, and most of them are dead now.

   "Actually, it was because of the discovery of the wreckage of the Titanic that this book became so popular that it led to a huge increase in sales." Of course Liu Qingshan knew the quality of the book, so he could only say that it was so-so and too so-so.

  Tan Yong thought that Liu Qingshan was being modest: "Anyway, in recent years, you can be regarded as a top-notch work that has been accepted by foreign readers. With this promotional name, the sales will definitely be good."

  Liu Qingshan really didn't want to show off the limelight, mainly because of the quality of the book, he was a little unsatisfied, so he quickly changed the subject:

   "Brother Yong, you should find my eldest brother-in-law, have you read his book?"

Tan Yong nodded: "Look, Comrade Gao Xuexue and I have already discussed the matter of publication. By the way, there is actually another point of publicity. Writer Gao said that you and him share the pseudonym Gao Shan, so it counts. Come on, you have a certain reputation in China."

"I'm just helping with blind tricks, and I can't count them." Liu Qingshan really didn't want to get mixed up in the literary team, but he met Tan Yong who was so stubborn, and he wanted to translate and publish the book Titanic .

  Other writers were probably overjoyed when they encountered such a thing, so it’s good to see him, and kept hiding.

   As a result, the two of them were overwhelmed, and no one could convince the other.

   While they were in a stalemate, they saw the old branch secretary coming from the direction of the village accompanied by a few people.

   Seeing Cui Minhao in the crowd, Liu Qingshan was finally able to get away, and hurriedly strode up to meet him, greeting him with a smile:

   "Old friend, you are too impatient. Our Songjiang green rice just started harvesting, and you came here!"

  Cui Minhao also shook hands with Liu Qingshan very affectionately, and then said with a smile:

  "Hands are quick and hands are slow. We didn't grab any morels this year. My friend, the Songjiang green rice you produced this year is fully covered by our company!"

   "Wait first."

Liu Qingshan raised his hand to stop Cui Minhao, "This year, the price of our country has risen, so the price of rice has to be raised, at least one yuan and five, old friend, I really didn't kill you on purpose. .”

   There is another important factor here, that is the brand effect.

  Songjiang green rice is also famous now, even if it is not exported, it will still be sold at a high price in China.

   "It's easy to talk about."

  Cui Minhao obviously had mentally prepared long ago, so he readily agreed.

  Because he also heard another bad news: Some people are planning to acquire Songjiang Qingdao. There are competitors, which will naturally bring pressure to them. Of course, the sooner the implementation is the better, so as not to have long nights and dreams.

  Tan Yong next to him was stunned for a moment. Of course he knew that the country now regards foreign exchange as treasure.

  But the scene just now made him a little unbelievable: he was so far away, he sent the foreign exchange here just by rushing.

   This is not counted, even if it is a price increase, people are willing to accept it.

  Tan Yong couldn't figure it out: they are both exported, why is there such a big gap?

   These days, he has also eaten rice a few times, and it feels really delicious.

  Just now when Liu Qingshan mentioned the price of one yuan and five dollars, he was shocked: it turned out to be money!

   What shocked him even more was that such a high price was readily accepted by foreign businessmen.

  There is only one word left in Tan Yong's heart: cattle!

  Liu Qingshan and Cui Minhao were having a lively conversation, when they saw another jeep driving towards the edge of the rice field in the distance, and then saw Chen Dongfang getting out of the car.

  An acquaintance of Liu Qingshan came out at the same time: Fujita Masaichi.

  Liu Qingshan blinked, not knowing why they came.

   It was Cui Minhao who seemed a little nervous.

  Although Liu Qingshan looked down on Fujita a little bit, but all the people who came were guests, he still greeted cheerfully:

   "Mr. Fujita, which gust of wind brought you here, I heard that you have been very busy in the factory recently."

   After speaking, he nodded to Chen Dongfang: "Manager Chen is here too."

  Fujita Shoichi felt a glimpse in his heart: If it weren't for the braised beef noodles that you guys came up with, our Chicken Soup Yi Noodles would have been on sale a long time ago.

   But he was angry, he still had a smile on his face, and bowed in a standard Japanese way: "Liu Sang, please forgive me for disturbing you."

   "Liu Sang, our cooperation in wild vegetables is still very pleasant, so we are good friends." Fujita was close at first.

  Liu Qingshan waved his hand: "If you have something to talk about, the cooperation on wild vegetables is the cooperation between your company and the county, and has nothing to do with me."

  He doesn't have the time to chat with the other party, this guy Fujita is too timid to bet, it's boring.

  Fujita Masaichi bowed again: "Then please Liu Sang, our company wants to purchase a batch of Songjiang green rice produced in your village, please help."

  So that's the case, Liu Qingshan understood, no wonder this guy has become so polite, it turned out that he also came here for our rice.

  Speaking of which, rice and flour are the staple foods in the island country, of which rice accounts for more than two-thirds.

  Because their favorite sushi and the like use rice as the main ingredient.

   And Songjiang Qingdao has now made its name in South Korea, attracting the covetousness of the islanders, so it is also here to get in the way.

  Thinking about this, Liu Qingshan smiled and shook his head: "Mr. Fujita came a step late, our rice has already been sold to Mr. Cui."

  Cui Minhao next to him secretly breathed a sigh of relief: Fortunately, Mr. Liu kept his promise.

   "Mr. Cui is also just here, you two must have not signed a formal agreement, Liu Sang, our price will definitely be higher than the other party!"

  Fujita Shoichi is very fastidious, and he started grabbing business in person.

  The character is too bad, Liu Qingshan shook his head slightly: "Mr. Fujita, there is an old saying in China called a promise, a thousand gold, I hope you can understand."

  Cui Minhao finally couldn't help it, and began to sneer: "Fujita-kun, you don't even understand the rules of doing business, do you?"

   "I know one truth, the one with the highest price wins."

  Fujita met him, and immediately looked arrogant, and the speed of changing his face was really fast.

  At that time, the economy of the island country far surpassed that of South Korea, so he had the capital to despise the other party.

  Cui Minhao is not easy to provoke, he said a few times: "But your way, it won't work here, Mr. Liu is not the kind of person who only recognizes money but doesn't recognize people."

   "What price do you offer, I am twice as high as you."

  Fujita Masaichi said proudly, this is another time to spend money.

  This was also the style of the islanders at that time, waving banknotes in their hands, and buying and buying from all over the world.

   Hearing what he said, the people around were stunned: Rice that used to cost RMB 1.50 turned into RMB 3.00 in a blink of an eye. This is not rice, it is silver rice!

  (end of this chapter)