Rural Shennong

Yang Hanye has a timetable, and he has made it clear for Chen Ping.

Expanding production capacity, reducing Chen Ping's premium wine market, and destroying Chen Ping's industry is only the first step, which is a mental blow.

When Zuo Bingxiu came out of the mountain, he was [-]% sure to subdue Chen Ping physically.

At that time, forcing Chen Ping to hand over the secret of the best ingredients and the best food will be the main course.

Before that, he frantically expanded the production line, knowing that the result would lead to an emergency for Chen Ping's best food.

If he sells wine unscrupulously, when Chen Ping runs out of food, he will sell it too. Yang Hanye will not do something that hurts both sides.

Therefore, the Lingnan Zhenniang listed at this stage is actually only half of the winery's production capacity, and the other half has been hoarded by Yang Hanye.

A small amount of Lingnan Zhenniang is on the market, causing the market to be in short supply. This is a hunger marketing strategy.

Still in stock, just in case.

Wait until the original price is restored, and then sell it at a high price, which can reduce the loss of burning money to occupy the market, which can be said to kill three birds with one stone.

Now that the plan is set according to the established timetable, Yang Hanye naturally has to strictly implement it.

Therefore, he suffered a small loss, so he could only grit his teeth and bear it, waiting for the big stick with stored energy to crush Chen Ping to death at once.

Chen Ping didn't know that Yang Hanye's face was swollen with a slap from the air.

He didn't have time to care about what happened in the city.

At this moment, Chen Ping was sweating profusely in the swamp with a large group of villagers.

The hundreds of hectares of land that spread out from the foot of the mountain are no longer swamps.

Although some places are still muddy, and can sink up to knees at most, it will not cause the danger of people and animals getting stuck.

"Uncle Dayong, thanks to you getting so much sorghum in time this time!" Chen Ping said with a smile while digging a hole to plant sorghum in the ground: "If you come back two days later, I will really have a headache !"

Zhang Dayong was holding a cigarette pot in his mouth, and his eyes were full of wrinkles: "I should, I should, I can't get so much salary for nothing."

This time Zhang Dayong really made a great contribution.

No matter what crops are planted, as long as they are ripe, farmers will basically harvest them on time.

So the sorghum that Zhang Dayong got before was half-cooked.

It needs to be planted in the farmland and then grow naturally for a period of time. Even with the assistance of spiritual liquid, this process will be greatly shortened, but it is still essential.

Just like the sorghum field not far away, it will take at least ten days to fully mature.

But what Zhang Dayong got this time was fully mature. As long as Chen Ping sprinkled the spiritual liquid on the ground, he would be able to harvest countless top-grade grains overnight.

Zhang Dayong looked at a field of sorghum that was spreading rapidly, and said happily, "Actually, I have caught up with the good times."

"Now is the sorghum season in Zhangshan. If I go a few days later, they will have finished harvesting."

Zhangshan City is also one of the regional cities in Lingnan Province, and Jiang'an City is separated from Yuncheng City.

In the past, most of the sorghum obtained by Zhang Dayong was bought in Zhangshan.

Chen Ping's expression changed: "Uncle Dayong, go to Zhangshan again immediately and wrap up all the mature sorghum over there."

Zhang Dayong frowned slightly: "We can't plant in this field, can we?"

The food he brought back this time fully hired fifty large trucks.

On the edge of the swamp, the sorghum stalks that have not been picked and planted in the ground are piled up like hills.

These sorghums are enough to fill all the transformed swampland, and there is still a large part left.

Chen Ping pulled up the towel around his neck and wiped his sweat: "We will use a lot of sorghum in the future."

"This time you go, pay the full deposit first, and don't let the farmers on the other side of Zhangshan harvest the sorghum in the field."

"After we have put on special chemical fertilizers and harvested the best sorghum, you can go and bring the sorghum from Zhangshan."

Zhang Dayong nodded: "Okay, I'll do it now."

After speaking, he turned his head and left, taking out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket as he walked.

Zhangshan City Grain Depot, a manager of a grain and oil company received a call from Zhang Dayong with a strange look on his face.

"Old Zhang, you are not fooling me, are you?"

He was very impressed with Zhang Dayong. In the past, there were too many people who came to buy grain from other places, but none of them collected the roots and stems like Zhang Dayong.

Manager Niu thought that Zhang Dayong would not come again after accepting it once, but he didn't expect him to ask for more this time.

Zhang Dayong laughed and said, "Manager Niu, I have nothing to make fun of you!"

"I have a rich second generation here, who has leased a large farm and left it deserted for half a year."

"Isn't their family coming to see what he's doing!"

Manager Niu suddenly said, "Hehe, it's a face-saving project to fool the family? These rich second generations really have money and no place to spend."

"It's easy to handle the sorghum with the poles, but in the past, the finished grains were sent to me from various villages. I'm quite busy these days. Look..."

Zhang Dayong cursed in his heart, "You greedy dog!"

A few days ago, he approached Manager Niu just to get some information, so he invited Manager Niu to have a meal at the best local hotel.

Manager Niu took care of it with just one phone call.

Zhang Dayong didn't believe that he couldn't handle it with a single phone call this time.

Thinking this way in his heart, Zhang Dayong said very politely: "Brother, I know that I will pay you for the travel expenses for going to the countryside to find someone, and I will definitely not make you busy."

"I'll give you 1 yuan first, and you use it first, how about it?"

Manager Niu laughed and said, "What's the relationship between us? You're too polite. Don't worry, this matter is on me."

You can earn 1 yuan by making a few phone calls. Of course, Manager Niu will do his best.

But Zhang Dayong didn't dare to be negligent, he could only rest assured when he saw the sorghum poles stuck in the soil.

Zhang Dayong went to Zhangshan, and Chen Ping led a group of villagers to continue to work in the field.

From dawn to dusk, one-third of the swamp has been planted with sorghum poles.

Not to mention the villagers working in two shifts, even Chen Ping felt tired.

"Let's call it a day!"

The three words that came out of Chen Ping's mouth were no different from Tianyin to the villagers.

But the villagers didn't even have the strength to cheer, and most of them just sat down on the ground and rested.

It wasn't until Widow Miao brought the women in the village to bring buckets of delicious food that the villagers ran over to start the meal.

On the branches of the moon, after a busy day, the exhausted villagers fell asleep early.

Chen Ping was also very tired, but he couldn't rest yet.

Seeing that Chen Ping was going out of the house, Widow Miao immediately took a jacket from the hanger and put it on Chen Ping: "Why are you going?"

Chen Ping put his arms around Widow Miao and kissed her on the face: "I'll go to the field to have a look, you go to sleep first."

Widow Miao is a very smart woman, so she didn't go out with her. She knew that Chen Ping had many secrets.

When Chen Ping arrived in the sorghum field, he called out the spirit bottle, poured a dozen drops into the palm of his hand, and then flicked it casually.

"Oh!"

After a muffled sound, the spirit liquid was turned into water mist by the powerful external force, and slowly fell to the ground.

Wai Jin is already a master of Chen Ping, and spreading the spirit liquid is much more convenient than before, at least there is no need to carry a pesticide pot on his back.

"Bang bang bang!" The muffled sound resounded for more than three hours.

Chen Ping was as tired as a dead dog, sitting slumped on the field ridge: "It's really not a human job."