Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

When they reached the mouth of the ditch, Zhu Yan and Jiang Xue turned to Luan Feng's house, while Wan Feng and Zhu Ping walked into the ditch to Liang Wan's house.

The most notable change in Liang Wan's family now is that those stinky boys have been deported because they are here to delay the girls from embroidering.

So the girls gathered in a large group, all embroidering in the back room.

After being complained by Wan Feng last time, the light bulb decisively turned to 100 degrees, illuminating the small room like daytime.

The patterns these girls embroider now have become different in size. The largest pattern has a diameter of two inches, and the smallest is the Fengfeng brand trademark, which is more than an inch long and one finger wide.

This trademark is embroidered for two cents, just embroider the two characters directly with thread, and a person with a quick hand can embroider five or six in an hour.

"I mean Xiao Wan's nephew, what do the two words on Luan Feng's trademark mean?" A woman named Cui Hua asked intentionally.

"I don't know, I don't know those two words." Wan Feng said nonsense with his eyes open.

"Look at how well Luan Feng treats you. The two characters in your names are so close together that you are so close."

Knowing how to use idioms with her eloquence, Wan Feng was wondering whether to sing her a song about pickled cabbage on green flowers.

Several dishes were placed on the table in the outer room, among which there were indeed two plates of fish.

Liugenzi, Baipiaozi, Hongchizi, Shahuluzi and Laotouyu are the most common fish in the Yina River. The fish is not very good, but the taste is good, and the fragrance is overflowing.

Zhang Hai, Liang Wan, the accountant, Zhu Ping, and an old man whom Wan Feng didn't know seemed to be around fifty years old.

He should be Wang Xiping.

Wan Feng is the youngest in seniority and can only accompany him in the last seat.

There were several large bowls on the table, and Zhang Hai took out a five-jin plastic jug from behind and poured wine into each bowl.

Sure enough, it was draft beer, but it was only five catties of draft beer for five people, and one catty for one person, so what's the point? A good drinker is not enough for one person.

Wan Feng also got a bowl.

"Come on, let's do one first. After drinking this beer, there is still a bottle of white. Pick up the bowl!"

"Ah! Do I still drink it? Let my uncle drink it for me, I'm still young."

"Don't come here, the first bowl must be small."

What kind of person is this, even children are not spared, it is simply not as good as a beast, not as good as a beast!

"Let's make an agreement, I'll just drink a bowl and I won't drink even a drop."

After speaking, Wan Feng picked up the bowl and touched the adults and poured it down.

The adults poured another bowl, this time not for Wan Feng.

After two bowls of wine, some things to be put on the wine table began.

"Third Uncle, the team needs to clean out the duck bends to raise fish. In terms of fish farming in our team, you two are experts. Second Uncle has gone to his daughter's house and is not at home. Now we can only rely on you." Zhang Hai started the conversation first.

Wang Xiping put down his chopsticks after taking a bite of the dish and said, "Duck Bend is fine. Fish were raised there during the Great Leap Forward, but it was abandoned when the tail was cut off."

"Ah! Fish were raised there before? Why didn't I know?" Zhang Hai was a little surprised.

"Cut! At that time, you were still wearing crotch pants to show off little Jiji, what the hell." Wang Xiping said with contempt.

Zhang Hai is 30 years old this year, and he was indeed wearing crotch pants during the Great Leap Forward.

"Third uncle, you and my second uncle are also idle at home now. The team is going to use duck bends to raise fish to set up a fish farming team, and we are going to make you the captain of the fish farming team. Now let's see how to raise duck bends." ?”

Wang Xiping did not reject Zhang Hai's suggestion. Since the saltworks were ruined, the two brothers have been idle at home and have nothing to do all day long.

The most common thing these old people say is: if you don't work for a day, you will feel uncomfortable.

Wan Feng didn't like this, and secretly despised it. In his opinion, it would be better if he didn't work at all.

His greatest ideal is to live a life that I can open my mouth for food, stretch out my hands for clothes, and spend as much money as I want.

Even though I know it's impossible.

"Duck Bend is almost bruised to death after so many years.

If you want to raise fish, you have to release the water and clean up the silt at the bottom of the pond, at least you have to have enough water depth. "

"This is not a problem. I will find a way to clean it when I am free in winter. You can always talk about raising fish."

Wang Xiping took a sip of wine.

"I remember that the duck bend seems to have an area of ​​more than 20 mu?"

"Twenty-five acres." Zhang Hai added.

"If you raise fish, you may grow old fish. One mu of fishponds can produce more than 1,000 catties a year. If you catch them in rotation, you can catch them four times a year, which is three to four thousand catties. People in the south are affected by the temperature. It can be caught five times, but we can’t do it here.”

According to Wang Xiping's statement, Wan Feng quickly made a calculation in his heart.

If the 25-mu pond is calculated based on the yield of three to four thousand catties per mu, it can have an output of 80,000 catties.

If I remember correctly, there will be a slight increase in fish prices next year, and the retail price will probably reach around 13.4 cents.

The 80,000 catties of fish can only be bought for 10,000 yuan at the retail price, and it is estimated that the income can be 6,000 yuan after deducting the cost of labor.

But can you sell these fish one by one? That is impossible at all, and it can only be granted to fishmongers in the market, so about one third has to be subtracted.

Then there is only 4,000 yuan of income left.

The laborers after the full depression can be divided into thirty or forty yuan per person, plus the convenience of eating fish.

Wan Feng immediately lost a lot of interest, which is too little.

Putting it in other production teams, this item alone can bring in thirty or forty yuan, which is probably a lot of fun, but in Wan Feng's eyes, this is better than nothing.

Therefore, Wan Feng didn't listen carefully to Wang Xiping's next talk about the mixed culture of grass carp, silver carp, and bighead carp, how many fish to put in one acre of land, and how much fish feed to put.

It's boring, too little money.

Anyway, he is a layman in fish farming, so there is no need for him to do it.

When people were discussing fish farming, Wan Feng was designing his big fish brand logo in his mind, and when people were discussing about the same, his trademark could be regarded as a clue.

After drinking, Wan Feng and Zhu Ping came to Luan Feng's house again.

Luan Feng's house was still busy. Among the three people who brought the machine to join, one from the back of the mountain team also came to make money, and the other two were probably far away and would not come at night.

Zhu Yan and Jiang Xue were cutting in the back room, Jiang Min was making wedding dresses, and Luan Feng was receiving people who came to mend the holes and sew white bars on the clothes.

Wan Feng didn't say a word when he entered the room, took a pen and paper and drew a big fish swallowing a hook.

Recently, due to frequent painting, his painting level has improved significantly. This big fish was painted vividly by him.

Luan Feng raised her head and took a look: "What are you painting?"

"Trademark! The trademark of the suit. Tell the embroiderers to embroider some of these tomorrow. Use red thread for the big fish, and black thread for the fishhook and the word "Fengfeng clothing" below, remember?"

"I didn't remember!" Luan Feng replied very simply.

Wan Feng sighed and had no choice but to mark it with a pen.