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Chapter 128 Buying Persimmons
At lunchtime, the weather suddenly cleared up.The sun came out, illuminating the entire mountain range brightly.

There is another mountain road in Lingbei Village that leads to the outside of the mountain, but unfortunately it can only be passed by motorcycles or tricycles, not even Tu Meier's hatchback.

"Brother Kuang, let me take you to visit the landscape of Lingbei Village!" After lunch, Tu Meier said to Kuang Dejun.

The two of them strolled towards the stream, and a clear spring rushed down from the middle of the mountainside.

"The water is so clear, where did it come from?"

Now is the dry season. If there is no source, the water will definitely not flow forever.

"The water comes from an underground river. There is a cave halfway up the mountain. There is a spring mouth on the left side of the cave. The water has never been cut off throughout the year." Tu Meier explained.

No wonder the Cangqianshan Reservoir with such a large water area still has so much water storage in winter!

The water runs along the ditches, except for the daily use of the villagers and irrigation of the surrounding fertile fields in spring and summer, and the rest of the water flows into the Cangqianshan Reservoir.

"Brother Kuang, let me tell you a story: Before liberation, there was a well-known local bandit who was besieged by thousands of militiamen and finally hid in this cave in Cangqian Mountain.

There is only one entrance and exit from the outside, but there are hundreds of entrances in the cave, so the local villagers call this cave a labyrinth cave. There are holes in the cave, and anyone with a good memory will get lost in it and cannot get out.

When the older generation talked about the Daping army, it is said that a Daping army was hidden in this cave, and there are also legends that there are countless gold and silver treasures hidden in the cave.

The bandit probably entered the cave to hunt for treasure, and was later discovered by local villagers, who reported it to the village committee and organized thousands of militiamen to besiege the cave.

No one dares to trespass without permission, and many explorers have no way of getting out.According to the militiamen who entered the cave to search, many bones were found in the depths of the cave.

Hundreds of meters deep in the cave, they found an underground river with fast-flowing water.Half a month later, people found traces of the bandits in Shilihe Pai, 50 miles away.Obviously, the bandits escaped from the underground river to the entrance of the Shilihe Pai cave 50 miles away! "

Tu Meier told the story attentively and seriously, but Kuang Dejun didn't think there was anything unusual about it.

"Or let's go in and explore." The two walked up the mountainside, saw a bowl-sized water outlet, and looked out for water.

Tu Meier jumped to the water outlet, took a handful of water to wash her face, opened her mouth to take a sip, and said, "It's so sweet, take a sip too!"

The porcelain-like shiny face, coupled with the round skin, under the perspective of the setting sun on the left, evoked a dazzling halo, which made Kuang Dejun's heart flutter when he saw it!

At this time, she said "you" instead of "Brother Kuang" jokingly, which made him feel different.

"I'm not going in. There are many dead people inside, and there are still many bones of the dead!" Tu Meier said with her head turned.

There are many horror legends about caves in the village.

When Kuang Dejun saw the entrance of the cave, it was wet and muddy, and he was wearing leather shoes, while Tu Meier was wearing a pair of red sneakers, and there was no lighting equipment, so entering the cave rashly was only asking for trouble.

Looking at dozens of small buildings at the foot of the mountain, especially the fruit-bearing persimmon trees on the lawns in front and back of the buildings, it constitutes a beautiful rural scene of a bumper harvest.

Such a tree, the golden orange persimmons are so overripe on the tree, it's a pity.

An idea suddenly popped into Kuang Dejun's mind.

"Sister Qianhu, can you talk to the farmers about buying these persimmons from them?" he asked.

"After receiving it, how do you want to process and sell it!" Tu Meier asked curiously.

"Process it all into persimmons and send them to supermarkets or sell them elsewhere."

Kuang Dejun believes that there are always people scrambling for good things, not to mention he has such a living treasure as Lingquan water.

"Brother Kuang, you have a bad eye, you can see business opportunities wherever you go!" Tu Meier said with a smile.

"I can't help it. Who thinks I'm poor? It's not like you are the daughter of a landlord who has been rich for seven or eight generations. Alas, there's no comparison!" Kuang Dejun said in a weird voice.

"Slick brother Kuang, old slick!"

The two went door to door to ask the villagers.

"Uncle Wu, this boss wants to take the persimmons from your persimmon tree. How much is it per catty?"

Uncle Wu sighed and said, "My son and son-in-law are not at home, and the fruit cannot be picked off the tree. If the boss wants it, he can ask someone to pick it. No money is required!"

Kuang Dejun said: "Give it away for nothing, what a shame, you can take it no matter what!"

"If you don't take it, it will rot on the tree to feed the birds. My son and son-in-law are going to work, and my grandson is still young. I am worried that he will secretly climb the tree to pick the fruit and fall." Wu Bo said.

"Uncle Wu, how many trees are there in your house?"

"Two trees in front of the door, three trees behind the door, a total of five trees!"

Kuang Dejun took out five hundred yuan from his wallet and stuffed it into the old man's hand.The old man shied away twice, and finally took the money.

"Whose family's girl is so handsome?" Uncle Wu and his wife were probably old-eyed, and they couldn't recognize Tu Meier from the same village.

"Fifth Uncle, Fifth Aunt, I am Tu Meier, Tu Chonggui's granddaughter!" Tu Meier said.

"Ah, you are Chonggui's granddaughter, alas, how can I accept your money. Is there any persimmon tree that was not left by your ancestors? Take back the money and go pick the fruit." The old man grabbed five Qian wanted to return the money to Kuang Dejun, but the two had already walked away.

There are more than 20 households in a village, and basically only the elderly, weak, women and children are left in the family.The general situation is the same as Wu Bo's family, who insisted on refusing to accept money, but in the end they were all bought by the Kuangde Army at a price of [-] yuan per tree.

For the elderly at home, Kuang Dejun can only pay in cash.Some families have daughters-in-law or daughters who have never gone out to work with men because of raising children. Kuang Dejun uses WeChat to pay.Now that mobile phones can transfer money at any time, who still carries so much cash with them.

The persimmon trees in the entire Lingbei Village were bought by him in this way. He made a rough estimate, and the old cost was 560 yuan, which means that there were [-] persimmon trees.

A small persimmon tree outside can usually bear 50-100 catties, and the largest persimmon outside is less than half a catty, but the smallest persimmon on the back of the mountain is more than half a catty, and the largest is even more than one catty.Therefore, according to visual inspection, the fruit of each persimmon tree here should be between 100 and 150 catties, and the fruit accumulation of 560 persimmon trees should be about 6 catties.

It’s not that I don’t know, but I’m shocked when I count it. Such a huge amount, all picked, can’t be piled up in a large room.

"Brother Kuang, do you know how to make persimmons?" Tu Meier couldn't help being a little worried when she saw that he would do what he said, and Lei Li was popular.

This technique seems not difficult, not to mention that I am still a disciple of Shennong.

"After the persimmons are picked, the skin of each persimmon must be peeled off by hand, and then the persimmons are exposed to the sun until there is a layer of hoarfrost-like gel on the persimmons. Just think about how much time it takes to peel [-] catties of persimmons."

Thinking about the workload, Tu Meier's scalp became numb.

(End of this chapter)