Hello, 1983

Seeing that the fourth and fifth were drinking Jianlibao happily, Liu Qingshan filled a bowl of rice soup and drank it happily.

This year's new rice comes down, and there is no need to hand in rations, so the old party secretary and Captain Zhang studied it, and each household first distributed four sacks.

A 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.

How much is 800 pounds?

Right now, that's not much at all.

Because everyone's appetite is surprisingly large, a little boy of about ten years old, like Er Xiaozi, can eat two bowls of rice at a time.

Liu Qingshan's family also had extra share, mainly because there were a lot of people eating at their house, so they directly approved two thousand catties, which is a full ten large sacks.

Now there is no rice cooker or anything, and all rice is cooked with rice.

Boil water in the pot first. When the water boils, put the rice in it. Boil it for two first, then use the large slats to scoop the rice into the pot and steam it in the pot.

The by-product of this practice is a large pot of rice and rice soup left over, milky white, sticky, and the most nutritious to drink.

If you add some sugar, it will be sweet enough to be full of rice soup.

Liu Qingshan is now holding a big bowl, drinking the rice soup with a smack, complimenting him from time to time: This rice soup is good, the aroma of rice is really strong.

In his memory, he had never had such a fragrant rice soup. I don't know if it was an illusion, or if the rice was really good.

Maybe the quality of the rice is still good. I didn't use pesticides and fertilizers. It was all farmyard manure and pond mud.

Second, the soil and water quality here are very high-quality, and the rice grown is of course top-notch.

Just this rice, if it is put on the signboard of pure natural green rice after a few decades, it is estimated that at ten yuan a pound, some 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 was not white, but a light blue.

Because they are all eaten by people in their own villages, the rice grains are not polished, and they do not show a crystal clear state.

However, when it was placed in a bowl and placed in front of him, there was a strong aroma of rice, and as the heat rose, it kept digging into the nose.

“The rice is so fragrant!”

The little old man beside him couldn't help but praise.

Liu Qingshan also took the head of a chopstick and put it into his mouth to taste it. It was really delicious.

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

Our rice is good, let's talk to Er Biaozi, but we can't just sell it.

Liu Qingshan grumbled.

According to the output mentioned by Er Biaozi, there are still hundreds of tons of rice left, and we have to find a way to sell it.

After dinner, Liu Qingshan walked to the team headquarters and called Spring City.

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

Qingshan, good news, Clivia is rising again, this time it's a big rise!

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

A small flower seedling has risen to two hundred yuan, Qingshan, you told me to calm down, I will calm down!

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

Then cut it. Just like those fat pigs in our village's pig farm, they don't have any thoughts except eating and sleeping all day long. This kind of life is not bad.

Ahem, there were a few women's light coughs over the phone, and it seemed that Xiaomei was also beside her and protested.

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

Gangzi finally became much more stable. It is estimated that he was pinched by Xiaomei a few times over there, and hissing air-conditioned:

Qingshan, the city also called for the development of the window sill economy, requiring every household to raise three to five pots of Clivia, as well as those factories and enterprises, all flooded into the Clivia market, and now the supply is simply in short supply.

Qingshan, you cow, I just refuse to obey others, so I will obey you! Hey, Xiaomei, don't make trouble, besides Qingshan, I will also obey you, head office, right?

There was also a smile on Liu Qingshan's mouth, it was estimated that Xiaomei had moved her feet again.

Liu Qingshan had expected such a situation, so he didn't show much excitement, but asked, How about Hou San and the others?

Gangzi laughed loudly: I'm in a hurry too, I want to sell the flower seedlings, but without your order, everyone dare not move. Hou San is all anxious to be a fart monkey, Qingshan, our flower seedlings, hurry up?

Don't worry, wait until I go, tell Hou San and the others, if it really doesn't work, then call Brother Dalong and the others to find some people, former comrades in arms and so on, draw ten or eight, and you must pay attention to ensure the flower shed. Safety, money is not a problem!

Liu Qingshan knew that a gentleman orchid seedling could rise to 500 yuan, so where did it go?

Qingshan, won't you drop the price again?

Gangzi is still a little worried.

It's okay, I have my own arrangements. You tell everyone, the more this happens, the more you have to calm down, keep a normal mind, eat and sleep.

Liu Qingshan said a few more words, and then hung up the phone. He had just returned home and was going to rest at home for a few days.

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

At the same time, Gangzi from Chuncheng also put down the phone and muttered, Calm down, you must calm down...

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

Here, Zhang Long and the others are also in full preparation. A circle of barbed wire has been drawn around the flower shed, and the mercury lamps are shining like daylight.

Just as he was about to turn his bike into the yard, he heard a few barks from the yard, followed by a cold drink:

Who, let's stay away, guns don't have eyes!

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

Gangzi shouted 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.

He opened the movable door of the barbed wire, and Gangzi pushed his bicycle in: Hey, we've all caught up with the military restricted area.

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

Who can sleep while guarding such a golden mountain?

Zhang Long is better, and his psychological quality is stronger; Hou San is not good, his whole person is in a state of excitement and anxiety, his eye sockets sink in, and he is more like a monkey.

Qingshan 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 hasn't slept his eyes for several days in a row, Zhang Long also understands that, he just covers him with a quilt, and finally he can sleep peacefully.

As for finding manpower, it's not that difficult. Needless to say, there are several comrades around Spring City, and they have contacted several times over the past six months.

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

...

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

I haven't seen Master for more than half a month, and he really misses this pure life in the mountains.

Although in Yangcheng these days, I also get up in the morning to exercise, but I always feel that it is not the case.

When he entered the woods and smelled the familiar scent, his heart suddenly became bright: what was missing outside was perhaps this closeness?

Before he could see the master, Liu Qingshan saw the big bear rushing over in a hurry, sniffing around him.

It looks like a child who sees an adult returning from a trip and wonders if he can bring back something delicious.

Then, this is yours!

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

The dumb grandfather also greeted him with a smile. Liu Qingshan brought back two bottles of Maotai wine for the master.

The breakfast is on the side of the woodcut, accompanied by the master to eat, cooked rice porridge, pasted cakes, plus a few kinds of pickles, simple and warm.

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

From a long distance, I saw several piles of golden rice, and there were machines roaring next to me. Er Biaozi was leading a group of people to husker the rice.

Seeing Liu Qingshan, he shouted loudly: Sanfeng, a director Xu came to the grain depot in the county just now, saying that he wants to buy our rice, hee hee, a pound of rice for a pound of white flour, we will earn 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, and the current yield of wheat is only about 400 catties per mu. In this way, it is indeed a big advantage.

With the same area of ​​paddy fields, the income of growing wheat is doubled compared to that of 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 was implemented, a lot of wheat was grown.

Now every household in the countryside is not like before, they can only eat white noodles during Chinese New Year.

At least one meal of pasta a week is fine.

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

Rare is the most expensive, and the price of rice should be much higher than that of wheat.

What's more, the quality of the rice they produce in Jiapigou is very good. If the price is not high, it is not good 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 also have a name?

Then what about Jiapigou No. 1?

Er Biaozi had obviously thought about this issue and immediately blurted out.

Liu Qingshan couldn't help blinking his eyes: Is this name a little too local?

Hehe, 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 the names of the godfathers and the others, it was the number and the number.

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

Liu Qingshan looked at the green rice in his hand: It's better to call it Songjiang Qingdao, to highlight the characteristics of our rice!

Songjiang Qingdao, alright, it's better the name you chose Sanfeng.

Er Biaozi also agreed, as soon as he heard this name, he was several grades higher than his number one.

At this time, from the team headquarters, there was a shout with great dissatisfaction:

Hey, I said what happened to you Jiapigou, whether this rice is still sold to our grain depot, let me give you a happy word, I don't have time to play with you here!