Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

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.

"The duck bend is probably almost silted up 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?"

"25 acres." Zhang Hai added.

"If you raise fish, you may grow old fish. One mu of fishponds can produce more than 1000 catties a year. If you catch and release in rotation, you can catch four times a year, which is three to four thousand catties. People in the south can produce more than [-] catties because of the temperature. Five arrests, we can't do it here."

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

A pond of 25 mu can have an output of [-] catties based on the yield of three to four thousand catties per mu.

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

The 1 catties of fish can only be purchased for 6000 yuan at the retail price, and it is estimated that the income can be [-] yuan after excluding the cost of labor.

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

Then there is only 4000 yuan of income left.

The labor after the whole depression can be divided into 40 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 raise 40 yuan, which is probably very happy, 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.

Chapter 237 I'll eat your portion for you

August 1980, 31.

Today is a cloudy day, and the weather forecast says there will be light to moderate rain this afternoon.

There were quite a few people sitting on the tractor delivering the bricks. On the wings of the tractor were the stevedore Yuan Wen and the accountant, and Wan Feng and Zhang Hailian were sitting on the tractor backwards and chatting.

"Nephew, you brought up fish farming. Why did I see that you were not interested last night?"

"You can have 5000 yuan left in a year, how do you make me interested?"

"What! Four or five thousand is too little for you?"

"Hehe, if it's a lot for one person, but the whole Wa descendants are only worth thirty or forty points, what's the point?"

"We had a good year last year, and one person only pulled more than 30 yuan a year. There is so much for this item alone, and you still think it's too little?"

You are not too little to prove that I am not too little, Xia Chong is beyond words, this matter is not clear at all.

"It's okay to keep it temporarily. Although the money is not much, it can accumulate experience and cultivate talents. In the future, when the price of fish is expensive, it will be considerable."

In fact, this is just a word of consolation. Wan Feng still knows when the price of fish will rise. It can't go anywhere.

This is also the reason why Wan Feng lost interest after knowing the fish production. He thought that one mu of pond could produce tens of thousands of catties of fish a year, but unexpectedly, it was only three or four thousand catties.

"By the way, Uncle Zhang Hai, when your brigade is doing errands, go to the brigade broadcasting station and ask me for a dilapidated gramophone." Wan Feng didn't want to talk about fish farming anymore.

"What do you want that thing for?"

"Of course it's useful, it's useless, what do I want that thing for?"

Zhang Hai thought for a while: "I'm afraid the brigade won't give it."

"I don't want new ones. Why don't they give me the old ones? It's useless for them to keep the old ones."

"It's okay to throw things away from the public house to rot, but it's okay to lose them."

Zhang Hai was right, that's what happened.

"Then you say that the squad wants to set up a radio studio, and the brigade will definitely provide it."

"Wait for me to see."

At [-] o'clock in the morning, the tractor arrived at the county hospital and stopped by the roadside at the location Wan Feng requested.

Xia Qiulong and his wife are already waiting here.

Wan Feng got out of the car and handed over the goods in the satchel to Xia Qiulong and his wife.

All he brought today were trousers, sixty pairs in all.

"Sister-in-law, sixty items, today is my last delivery. I will start school tomorrow, and I will have to wait until Sunday again."