Reborn in Changbai Mountain, I rely on my divine eyes to dig ginseng and hunt

"If we want to plant 3,000 acres of blueberries, we have to transplant all the blueberries from the nearby mountains. How much money will it cost to buy the saplings?"

Liu Xia Lian comforted Zhao Hua: "Don't worry about this. Just find some people. We need 300 people to start digging the pit. I will transport the seedlings here in a few days."

Planting blueberries is quite troublesome. You can’t plant them directly. After digging a hole, you need to dig soil from somewhere else. At least the hole must be filled with soil, so the labor cost is quite high.

Zhao Hua was worried, but Liu Xia Lian had made it clear, so he didn't know what to say. He decided to take the people to work. Everyone in Lijiatun was busy harvesting corn, so he had to hire people from Zhaojiagou and found more than 300 people.

Since blueberries are small shrubs, only about one meter tall, they are planted densely, and 220 pits were dug for one acre of land. More than 300 people dug more than 300 acres a day, and there was no progress for several days. Zhao Hua was still a little worried and wanted to go to Liu Xialian to ask about the situation.

As a result, the next morning, Liu Xialian came over and asked, "How many pits have you dug in the past few days?"

"We have dug about one-third of it, more than a thousand acres."

"So fast, I didn't notice you guys had dug it all up. Well, hurry up and bring the people to drive the horse-drawn carriage to transport the seedlings here to plant, we're still waiting to harvest the fruits next month."

Zhao Hua touched his forehead and said, "I don't have a fever. Am I hallucinating? If I plant the seedlings this month, I can harvest the fruits next month?"

"You are so stubborn at such a young age. Nowadays, agricultural seedling cultivation uses nutrient bags, and trees are planted with large soil balls. There are fruits hanging on the trees. They will be ripe in another month, right?"

It was beyond Zhao Hua's comprehension. Twenty horse-drawn carriages were brought to the village to pick up seedlings. Near the greenhouse, tens of thousands of blueberry seedlings were piled up. The tallest one was about 70 to 80 centimeters, green, with leaves and fruits. The roots were all covered with soft cloth in the pots, and the soil underneath weighed about ten kilograms.

It was incredible. Zhao Hua was stunned. How could his wife be so smart? Is she really a farmer? If we remove the soft cloth bag from the seedlings and plant them directly in the pit, do we still need to worry about the survival rate? Won't we start harvesting fruits next month? "With so many fruits, we can pick one pound from each tree. One pound is 50 cents, and one mu of land is 100 yuan." Zhao Hua calculated and shouted to the workers, "Young and old men, be careful when working. There are fruits on them. It's a pity to lose them."

Liu Xia Lian brought people to supervise the planting. There were about 300 people, and they planted 1,000 acres in three days.

Everyone was curious about where these 70-80cm tall blueberry seedlings with fruits and pots came from, but Liu Xialian didn't tell anyone. They were actually thrown out from the space. At the beginning, Liu Xialian didn't know how to use the space, so she planted them randomly in the space. These hundreds of thousands of blueberry seedlings were originally planted to raise sika deer and roe deer. Later, Liu Xialian didn't want to play like this anymore, so she threw out these five or six years old blueberry seedlings, 600,000 or 700,000.

There is a large well next to the field, and a diesel sprinkler pumps water to irrigate the blueberries, with a survival rate of more than 98%. Only a few died because the trunks broke during transportation or planting.

As for the price of the fruit, that is the price when it is purchased locally in Changbai Mountain. If it is shipped to big cities in the south, it is no problem for the price to increase seven or eight times.

Soon, it was the beginning of July, the weather was extremely hot, and my third sister Liu Dongxue was about to take the college entrance examination.

The college entrance examination is still quite troublesome these days. There is no test site in the county, so you have to go to the city to take it.

Liu Xia Lian took Daya in a jeep, picked up her third sister, and took her all the way to the city.

Liu Dongxue said, "Second sister, you guys should do what you need to do. Don't wait here. The class teacher has arranged a hotel for you and the meals have been arranged. There is nothing to worry about."

Children these days are very independent, mainly because most parents don’t have the time to take care of them.

"Okay, Third Sister, do your best in the exam." Liu Xialian took out fifty yuan and stuffed it into Liu Dongxue's pocket. "Go home after the exam. I won't come to pick you up."

"Okay, why are you giving me so much money? I can't spend it all."

"Take it. Girls are different from boys. Boys should be raised in poverty, while girls should be raised in wealth."

When Liu Xialian and Daya were passing by the county town on their way back, they saw Liu Jun: "Dad, what are you doing in the county town? Is there a case?"

"What case is there? This is the third child's college entrance examination. I came back to take him to the exam."

Liu Xia Lian smiled and said, "I was counting on you to take me to the exam, but it's too late. I've already sent you there and I'm staying at a hotel. It's organized by the class, so don't worry."

Liu Jun touched his head awkwardly. What a perfect miss as a father.

"Okay, let's go home together. We haven't been back for more than a month."

When Liu Jun came back, his mother was busy harvesting beans and cucumbers for the pickle factory. The village grows a lot of beans and cucumbers, tens of thousands of pounds a day. These days, corn is the main crop, but beans are also harvested.

Mother put down her work, went home and decided to cook for Liu Jun.

Cooking and complaining at the same time.

"Your second daughter has leased the bad land in the village. It's 3,000 acres of wasteland and costs 6,000 yuan a year."

Liu Xia Lian smiled and said, "How cheap! Only 6,000 yuan. This price is really not expensive."

Liu Jun pondered for a moment and suddenly felt at a loss for words.

"Six thousand yuan, without food or drink, would take me ten years' salary to cover it. I know that large piece of land cannot even be used to grow corn. It has been turned into forest land. It is useless except for grazing sheep and cattle. Why not give it up?"

Liu Xialian smiled and said, "The contracts have been notarized. I've already paid the money, so how can I get a refund? Besides, I've already planted the crops. If you don't believe me, you two can go over and take a look."

My mother looked unconvinced, and my father naturally didn't believe it either. How could three thousand acres of land be planted so quickly in just over half a month?

Liu Xia Lian harnessed the horse-drawn carriage, took her parents with her, and the family of three rushed to the blueberry orchard.

It's quite far away, about six or seven miles east along the road. It's quite desolate here, surrounded by barren mountains and wilderness. Most people can't handle it.

From a distance, I could see the wasteland turned into a neatly planned orchard. A dozen people were fixing a fence, a double-layer fence with what looked like a runway in the middle. My mother asked, "How did you do it so quickly?"

"Although this place is barren, the foundation is still there. We first used a large tractor to plow the weeds, then dug holes and planted fruit trees. More than 300 people worked for half a month to complete it."

More than 300 people were busy for half a month, and the labor cost alone was sky-high.

As soon as the group arrived, Zhao Hua came over. When he saw his father-in-law Liu Jun, he hurriedly took out cigarettes and light.

Liu Jun asked: "What is this for? Why are there two layers of fences?"

"Dad, this is the track Xia Lian asked me to build. In the middle is the pen for mules and horses. The ponies and mules we breed need to be trained from a young age in order to run fast."