Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

As more and more people entered the flower market, the price of Clivia rose like a blow in the next month.

By mid-November, the price of flower seedlings was between 3000 and [-] yuan, and Clivia with a price of more than [-] yuan appeared in the flower market.

At this time, the temperature in Changchun was already around minus five or six degrees, and Wan Feng was reading a new newspaper, "Changchun Clivia Weekly".

This is a newspaper dedicated to Clivia.

The headline on the front page of the inaugural issue quoted a sentence from a member of the State Council at the time: Vigorously develop the flower industry.

Wan Feng knew that Clivia's spring had really come. Although it soon encountered a severe winter, its spring did exist anyway.

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The words of the **** in this newspaper undoubtedly added fuel to the fire, causing the price of Clivia, which had already started to heat up, to boil.

The price of flower seedlings rose by 50.00% the day after the newspaper was published.

"Should we get rid of the flower seedlings in our hands?"

Seeing that the price of Clivia seedlings went straight to three hundred, the people under him couldn't sit still.

Each of them has one hundred Clivia plants, which would cost thirty thousand if sold.

Thirty thousand is such a big sum of money to them, it is 30 years' wages of ordinary workers, even the county magistrate is almost enough for 20 years.

"No hurry, it's not time yet, don't you want to sell for more money?"

"Can it still go up?"

"I know it in my heart. Listen to me. It's almost the end of this month."

Those with less than 500 million peaks will not be sold, because this price is real.

Clivia has a long growth cycle, and it usually takes four or five years to cultivate until it grows to 20 to 25 leaves before it can bloom.

Although Changchun City has the habit of cultivating Clivia, and many families also have three pots and five pots, but now the demand has suddenly increased, and there are many people who want to buy flower seedlings. This base is not easy to do, no matter whether it is flower seedlings or orchids. are in a state of shortage.

Near Changchun Station, Chaoyang Park, Laoquanlou, Guangfu Road, Yongchun Road, Hongqi Street, Wanbao Street, Qinghua Road and other areas are full of people holding banknotes to buy Clivia.

Zheng Yuexian is indeed a master flower grower. The first Peng Clivia he cultivated for Wan Feng has lasted for a year and a half. The largest number of flowers and leaves has reached eleven or twelve. In fact, it has the conditions for archery to bloom.

With such conditions, Wan Feng is of course not in a hurry to make a move. There is still half a year before the harsh winter of Clivia, so there is nothing for him to be in a hurry.

Of course, Clivia like him will not be reconciled if it is not sold at a high price.

Time passed day by day, the price of Clivia changed day by day, and the price of flower seedlings had exceeded [-] yuan in just half a month.

Many people heard that Sanchahe had the largest flower shed in Changchun, so they came to him to buy it.

But they were all rejected by Wan Feng because the flowering period was not up, but he told these flower buyers that the shed would be opened for sale in a few days, so that people could wait with peace of mind.

On this day, outside the barbed wire fence at the entrance of the flower shed, there was another group of flower buyers, probably around a hundred people.

A quarrel broke out between a few young people who were in a hurry and Yang Jianguo, who was in charge of explaining at the door.

"No, you are hoarding and trying to raise prices in vain, we don't agree!" A young man raised his arms and shouted, stirring up emotions.

"Yes! We don't agree, the flower shed must open to sell flowers today!" Someone echoed.

This is nonsense, I have never been to the flower market, so why do I say that I have raised prices.

As for hoarding, there is nothing strange about it. Under the market economy, if I like to sell it, I will sell it or not. It's none of your business.

Wan Feng stood behind the crowd and watched coldly.

"Folks! If they don't open a shed to sell flowers, we won't agree. What do you say we should do?" The young man who took the lead continued to fan the flames, and several other young people around him followed suit.

Young people are very gifted as leaders, and they are full of tears and emotions.

Those flower sellers were excited by the agitation and became menacing.

"Yes, we don't agree, we must open a shed to sell flowers today!"

"And it must be cheaper than the market, not higher than three hundred."

"What three hundred, the flowers on the market today are only two hundred and five, and they can't be higher than two hundred."

"Two hundred will not work, 100 two plants!"

You guys are so funny, the price of flower seedlings on the market today has reached 450 yuan a plant, you tell me [-] yuan.

The young man who took the lead gave Yang Jianguo an ultimatum: "You are limited to open the shed within 5 minutes, and the price of a pot of flower seedlings cannot be higher than [-], otherwise you will bear the consequences!"

Yang Jianguo sneered: "It's a beautiful dream to marry a wife. Don't think that we don't know the market of the flower market, and we can buy a flower pot for two hundred yuan."

The young man's face turned black: "Since this is the case, you want to toast instead of eating fine wine, folks! Unscrupulous profiteers want to steal our hard-earned money, do we agree?"

"No promise!"

"Since they refused to sell us flowers, they rushed in after me and smashed their flower sheds, so that profiteers will die."

Oh no, this is going to cause trouble.

Not only Wan Feng saw it, but the rest of the people also saw that these people came here to find trouble.

The gun in Han Meng's hand was aimed at the sky.

With the sound of the hall, the rioting people had a moment of silence.

"Keep quiet for me, are you going to rob?"

Yang Jianguo's face also changed, and his voice sternly roared.

"It's great to have a gun! I don't believe that you dare to shoot people, come on! Shoot here!" The young man who raised his head held his head high and looked as if he was dying.

"That's right! I don't believe they dared to hit me! Come on, if you have the ability to hit me here!" The accomplices followed closely behind, looking as if they were scared to death.

This matter is a bit big, and these guys can't be allowed to stir up the discussion. If the momentum can't be suppressed today, I'm afraid it will suffer.

Wan Feng took a deep breath: "Zhang Xian, He Xiao. Go and arrest the leader and his accomplices! See clearly, that and that, remember?"

As soon as Wan Feng's words fell, Zhang Xian, He Xiao and Li Mingdou, who were always standing by his side, shot out like arrows from the string.

Zhang Xian rushed out of the door like a tiger descending the mountain, grabbed the young man with the head in the eyes of the crowd outside, and punched the young man in the stomach.

Taking advantage of the moment when the young man bent over, he turned around and dragged him into the door like a dead dog.

He Xiao and Li Mingdou, who followed closely behind, were also unambiguous, and subdued the two accomplices in a blink of an eye, and the last one was carried into the barbed wire by Li Yong with one hand like a chicken.