Dressed Like a Pretty Daughter-in-law From the 1970s

Chapter 98: Skinny Reality

But don’t believe it. She is a serious high school graduate from Kyoto. She has a smart mind and can remember things quickly. For example, she recited the first-aid manual that made a lot of noise in the commune and affected the selection of the president. of.

Moreover, she is still young, but she is now the director of the commune's agricultural and auxiliary factory, with more than 200 employees. The touring team performs in villages, communes, county towns, and provincial capitals. She heard that she was immediately popular. Invited to other provinces and cities.

 With her ability in front of them, they had to put 70% to 80% confidence in her.

An Zhixia didn't say anything. This was a big deal. In fact, she didn't have much idea in her mind. She only relied on detailed guidance in electronic books and professional books. How effective it will be depends on the actual situation. I believe that with the successful experience learned by future generations, their winning rate is very high.

"Zhi Xia," the village chief thought for a long time, and after chatting with the village party secretary for a while, he said, "Can you please tell us how to raise fish in rice fields, so that we can know what else is there? Do you want to add? Of course, if we use your method, we will not let you work in vain; if we do not use your method, then what we heard today will go in the left ear and come out the right ear, and it will never be leaked!"

 Everyone nodded and agreed firmly.

An Zhixia said with a smile: "Actually, there is nothing to keep secret. This is a method that benefits everyone. It was originally passed down by our ancestors, so everyone should know about it. However, I hope this is used in our village. The other way around is to sell the fish to our factory besides eating it ourselves.”

“It would be best if there is a place to buy the fish you raise, so you should put your heart into your stomach,” Zhang Zhishu promised.

 An Zhixia began to talk about farmland construction in detail. In order to facilitate everyone's understanding, she also took out a pen and paper and wrote and drew on it.

 Selection of paddy fields, heightening and strengthening field ridges, opening fish ditches and fish pits, making fish fences, disinfecting and fertilizing, and then breeding and management, as well as how to deal with the contradiction between rice and fish.

 Every time I mentioned an item, everyone felt a sudden realization and sighed in surprise. The farmland built in this way not only facilitates the driving of fish and solves the conflict between rice and fish, but also enhances the ability of the fields to withstand drought and floods. Although there are not many fish fry, it allows the villagers to order more fish for the tooth ceremony, and each person earns tens of dollars more every year. More importantly, the grain production increases. They feel that life is so good that it can bring tears to people's eyes right now.

 “Good, good!” The village chief said three good words in a row.

The village party secretary couldn't help clasping his hands and nodding in praise, "Director Xiao'an's method, I think, should be better than those in the villages in Linxian County, and it cannot be compared with those experts. Our ancestors are really good, but it's a pity. "Everyone was a little silent at this point.

Most of the things belonging to our ancestors were thrown into scrapyards, and after being exposed to wind and rain, they were gradually lost forever.

However, everyone quickly adjusted and excitedly decided to give it a try. How many lands should be used to try it?

The village chief and the village party secretary began to bite their ears again and talked fiercely for a long time.

The village chief took a deep breath and said: "Zhixia, if we build farmland like you said, we can collect and release the fish in time, and we won't be afraid of them destroying the seedlings. All the problems we considered have been solved in the book you read, and the remaining The next thing is to get it into reality and see what the specific situation is, so we are going to discuss it with some old men in the village and make a decision tomorrow. "

"Okay, I don't have an uncle who understands things in the fields. Whether these methods are feasible or not depends on your decision. However, if you are worried, you can experiment with a few acres of land first. After all, there are successful cases. , we have to try it, if it succeeds, it will bring a lot of benefits to the villagers. "

　　“That’s for sure, we all want everyone to be fed and clothed!”

Coming out of the village chief's house, An Zhiqiu looked at his sister, "When we get back to Kyoto, will you take me to the road where I collect firewood? From now on, I will have to take a long way to get off work every day, and I will have to push the car back and forth from there. , maybe we can find a miraculous path.”

An Zhixia said with a sullen smile: "Brother, it's a miracle that that road has made me who I am now. Don't worry about it. Just concentrate on your cooking. By the way, I just went to the county recycling station today. I went through it and collected a few recipes for you.”

As a time-traveler with a supermarket in mind, and in the 1970s, she naturally followed the trend and went to the recycling bin. But the ideal is very full, and the reality is very skinny. The items in the recycling bin are all ordinary waste, and there is nothing waiting for her to pick up.

The original owner actually went to the waste recycling station to ask for some discarded notebook paper. From her memory, An Zhixia did not see anything good in the Kyoto recycling station. After all, large pieces of furniture were secretly bought and brought back to the house, and they could be used as new after being painted. Tables and chairs with missing arms and legs could be repaired or simply cut and plugged into the stove. It would never be a waste.

Books, calligraphy, paintings, and papers were all donated to the stove. Even broken porcelain was picked up and placed on the windowsill to grow onions and garlic.

 So An Zhixia went there once and stopped thinking about it, and now it has become the source of the books in his hand.

She scanned the pages one by one onto the computer, then Photoshopped them to make them look broken, and then printed them out and bound them into volumes. “Those books were dirty and broken, so I asked someone to copy them for me.”

 An Zhiqiu didn't care about this and took it from her hand. It was too dark to see clearly, but he felt a sense of satisfaction as he touched the thick stack of paper. "The things written by my ancestors must be good. I have to study them carefully! Maybe these books can be regarded as our It’s a family heirloom.”

"As long as you're happy," An Zhixia twitched her lips.

 After returning home, An Zhixia washed up and went into her house. She wrote down the methods and precautions for raising fish in rice fields by hand in detail, and then took pictures with her camera to keep them.

 Early the next morning, right after breakfast, the village chief, village party secretary and two old men came to settle down. An Zhiqiu prepared meals and went to work before dawn. The only one at home was An Zhixia, who was leisurely combing her hair and packing her bag to go to the commune.

"Zhixia, are you going to work? How about we go to the commune to talk?" the village chief asked when he saw that she was neatly dressed.

"It's okay. This is business. I can go to the commune later." She let a few people into the yard and gave everyone a bowl of chrysanthemum rock sugar water.

Several people took a sip from the bowl to relieve their tension and excitement. The village chief sat upright, took a deep breath, exhaled it for a long time, and said with a smile: "We decided to see how much farmland we can transform in time. How much farmland does it take to raise fish? So, I have to ask Zhixia for help."

 (End of this chapter)