My plug-in is not that strong

Chapter 192 Visit
On May 2021, 5, on the farmland path in Luohou Village.

"Hey, Xiaochun, the wheat in your house is really thriving!" A resident of Luohou Village in his 50s passed by.

Xiaochun was looking at the wheat flowering on the ground, when he looked up, he saw Uncle Song Hai.

"Master Hai, this isn't the earing of the wheat. It's about to bloom. I want to water it again and try to have a good harvest." Xiaochun laughed.

"It's still watering. I'll go around and count your wheat as the best." Uncle Song Hai asked with a smile: "Did you also use the organic fertilizer produced by a graduate student named Song Yu in our village?" ?”

Xiao Hai laughed: "Yeah, my mother bought it cheaply, and I thought it would be useless. Unexpectedly, the crops are growing so well!"

"Fortunately, I also bought 2 bags. Although it's not as good as yours, it's not much different. It's much better than the useless fat one." Song Hai replied.

"I don't know if the 30% price increase that his factory said is true?" Xiaochun thought.

Uncle Song Hai adjusted his stance and replied, "You don't have to worry about that. I asked his father about it. Now the factory is starting to prepare for the acquisition. It's absolutely true!"

"That's good!" Xiaochun reassured.

"I also heard that after the year, some people saw that the organic fertilizer had grown stronger, and they wanted to buy it again, but the factory didn't sell it. They said it was clearly in stock, so they kept it and didn't sell it." Song Haidao.

"Why did you go early? No one in our village bought it. Now they are envious of the crops we planted." Xiaochun echoed.

The two discussed for a while about the expected harvest in a month before they dispersed.

.........

'Song's' pig farm:

Lao Sun was standing by a pigsty, chatting with Zheng Wei who was standing beside him.

"Zheng Wei, you have raised this little pig well. It has grown a lot in 2 months." Lao Sun praised.

Zheng Wei laughed, and said modestly: "It's all thanks to our factory's pig feed. Even technician Zhu said that our feed has comprehensive nutrition and a reasonable ratio."

"No matter how good the food is, someone has to feed them. Besides, you have prepared a place for them to walk, and the fat looks firm." Lao Sun pointed to an open area with sandy soil in front of the pigsty.

"This is the credit of our boss Song. He said that he didn't want him to grow faster, but he wanted to improve the quality in the future." Zheng Wei said proudly.

Old Sun nodded: "Yes! My master still has a vision."

"When it's ready for slaughter, let's slaughter one and taste it first?" Old Sun suggested.

"It's still half a year away." Zheng Wei glanced at the winery and asked, "By the way, I see that you have built a warehouse again. What's the situation?"

"No, the wheat will be harvested in another month. I went to look at the wheat fields in the surrounding villages and found that the output may increase a lot. I will plan ahead and build a grain storage warehouse so that the wheat harvested later will not be lost." place."

"Oh, yes. Even my parents are discussing this year's wheat. I heard that everyone in the city knows about it." Zheng Wei nodded.

Old Sun smiled: "Yes, Song Yuan said the day before yesterday that the city would send someone to interview him."

"This time, our brand 'Song Mou' is going to be launched." Zheng Wei said happily.

With his hands behind his back, Lao Sun proudly said: "This is the beginning, after that we will have to look at our pork and wine."

Zheng Wei nodded emphatically.

.........

Just in the northeast corner of this factory area, Song's father and Song's mother are planting fruit trees with 3-4 people.

In this area, rows of fruit trees are neatly distributed by type, some have already grown large leaves, and some have just sprouted.

They have been working since the beginning of March, but there are too many varieties, and they must be planted carefully to avoid affecting the appearance, so they have been busy for 3 months.

However, it's just a few days.

"Brother Song, is this the No.13 tree?" A middle-aged man in his 40s asked while watering the tree.

"Yes, this batch is done, it's over." Dad Song replied happily.

"Song Yu has the ability to manage such a large area." Another 50-year-old middle-aged man said.

He is digging a tree hole, wanting to plant the jujube tree deeper.

Hearing the praise of his son, Song's father smiled even more: "When the fruit is ripe, I will share some with my brother."

"That will have to wait for several years!" The third woman who is nearly 50 years old replied.

"Auntie Hai, the fruit is not available for the time being, but the vegetables are good. We will start growing vegetables the day after tomorrow." Song Ma said with a smile.

When Aunt Hai heard this, she curled her mouth and said, "There is something grown in my yard, so it's not bad for you to order." But she changed her mind and said with a smile: "However, it's not bad for you to pay us 200 yuan a day. High."

"There are only 6 of us, and we only pay the salaries of 4 people. How can we treat the folks badly?" Song's father said seriously.

Everyone laughed, and then went to work.

.........

Garbage treatment plant:
Song Yuan stood at the gate of the processing plant in a neat suit, followed by Liu Lin who also wore a suit.

After a while, two extended commercial vehicles stopped at the gate of the garbage factory.

Song Yuan walked over a few steps, shook hands with the county leader who was getting off the car, and said, "Welcome County Magistrate Zhou, I am the person in charge of our factory——Song Yuan."

"Oh, you're Song Yuan, I've heard your town leaders say it more than once." County Magistrate Zhou stretched out his hand and said with a smile.

"Haha." Song Yuan responded with a smile.

After that, Song Yuan first accompanied the county magistrate Zhou and others to visit the external environment of the factory area, especially the artificial river filled with purified garbage seepage.

The clear river water is shining brightly under the noon sun, and the scales of the little goldfish inside are clearly visible.

"Okay, it's worth learning from the county's garbage treatment plants!" County Magistrate Zhou commented.

Then visit the interior of the garbage factory.

The environment inside is also very clean, and some green plants are placed from time to time, which is pleasing to the eye.

However, in the factory area, apart from common instruments such as bag breaking machines, crushers, and magnetic separators that can be seen outside, there are several instruments that are isolated by the board room and cannot be seen from the outside at all.

For example, the classifiers, scanners, high-temperature calcination rooms and airtight melting instruments at the beginning, these products with black technology have already been protected by Song Yuan.

As for the core high-end version of the garbage sorter, it is specially designed to classify harmful metals, and it is in a special room, independent of this system.

Seeing this, County Magistrate Zhou frowned and said, "Aren't the instruments in this board room allowed to be inspected?"

In a word, it is known that the county magistrate came prepared.

Song Yuan smiled and explained forward: "It's like this. This place is a high-temperature calcination room. In fact, it is still dangerous, so it has to be separated by a long distance."

"And here," Song Yuan pointed to the scanner and classifier and said, "This is a patent of cooperation between our factory and other laboratories, so it is not easy to disclose it."

County Magistrate Zhou immediately lowered his face, and said unhappily: "Then I can't steal your technology, let's see how it goes?"

Song Yuan seemed a bit embarrassed, but he still said: "Okay, the Zhou County factory will come with me, and the others will wait here for a while, okay."

Although the Zhouxian factory also wanted to bring people in, Song Yuan didn't agree, so he had to ask the people who followed him to wait where they were, and he went in with Song Yuan alone.

(End of this chapter)