first dust

Back in S city, the two bid farewell, and An Chuchen entered the foundation.He cut his hair and changed it to a three to seven hairstyle. He replaced the big black frame with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. He chose a big brand in the closet that Ann’s mother swept back from abroad. The upper body was a blue and white striped Polo shirt. Beige slacks on the lower body, brown leather shoes on the feet.This kind of attire made him mature, from a delicate and handsome boy to a handsome and noble son.

Now there are 70 projects underway at the same time, including four large-scale fruit tree plantations, three ecological farms, two fruit processing factories, one Chinese herbal medicine planting base, and one tourist scenic spot.Cooperate with local governments or companies to recruit various experts and technical personnel for permanent guidance.These projects will take two or three years to see benefits, and require a lot of capital and manpower injection in the early stage. The local government has also offered many preferential conditions to ensure the smooth progress of the project.An Chuchen expects that [-]% of his existing funds will disappear before the projects benefit, and he will spend the rest of this vacation checking these projects.

He and his assistant He Kuan came to Xiantai Town where the apple plantation is located. There are many hills and sandy soil here, which is not suitable for farming. A large area of ​​barren land is overgrown with weeds. It is a well-known local poverty-stricken area.According to the analysis of experts from the Academy of Agricultural Sciences, the most suitable commercial crop here is apple trees, so the investor proposed a plan to set aside a suitable wasteland for planting fruit trees, and the land will be used free of charge for the first ten years. The villagers who planted will provide quantitative saplings and technical support, and they will be responsible for the later sales.

An Chuchen came here once in the first half of the year. The 133.3 mu of land was divided into ten large areas. What is the concept of [-] mu? It is [-] million square meters.An Chuchen has seen such a scene in foreign farms, but this is the first time he has seen such a busy scene in Huaguo. Machinery and manpower are distributed in this park, and there is no side to see as far as the eye can see. It is very spectacular. .This time, fruit seedlings have been planted on this land. The cement and stone pillars are arranged neatly, and the divisions are neat and unified. utility room.

An Chuchen was accompanied by the person in charge and several technicians to watch the apple orchard.

"How is the planting situation of the surrounding farmers?"

The person in charge, Manager Ren, said: "This year, many workers from nearby villages have returned. So far, we have supported 119 households in planting fruit trees."

Walking to a certain area, An Chuchen stopped and asked, "What kind of species is this? How do you water it?"

Technician: "This is Xinguoguang District. It is the latest variety of our Academy of Agricultural Sciences. The fruit is large in size, moderately sweet and sour, and durable to storage. It adopts drip irrigation and has two reservoirs."

"How often do you water it?"

"Twice a week in this season now, more than 2000 cubic meters of water are needed."

After asking a lot of technical questions, An Chuchen went to the home of a farmer who planted fruit trees in a nearby village.

Manager Ren introduced: "This is Uncle Yang's house."

A group of people entered the door, the house was made of adobe, the wall that fell outside was covered with cement, and the courtyard was cleaned very cleanly.Manager Ren: "Uncle Yang, this is the president of our foundation."

The middle-aged man with a weathered face and a short stature looked at An Chuchen nervously and didn't know where to put his hands. He wiped his hands vigorously on his clothes, held An Chuchen's hand and said, "Thank you." , Thank you, all of us here must thank you."

Manager Ren next to him continued: "Uncle Yang's youngest son graduated from high school last year, and he is the first follower in this village."

An Chuchen smiled and let Uncle Yang hold it, his tone soft: "You're welcome, Uncle."

Uncle Yang continued: "His brother is going to be a soldier, and the boy wants to go too. His mother won't let him go, and he has been aggrieved at home for half a year. Fortunately, he didn't go out. This year is a good time. My family has occupied [-] acres of barren hills. I planted all the saplings in the collar. The boy went to the technical station to learn if he had nothing to do, and now everyone in the village looks for him to plant trees." The tone of his voice showed a sense of pride in his youngest son's ability.

"Master, let's go to your garden to have a look."

On the way, Uncle Yang kept talking: "This area belongs to the Ergunzi's family, and the family that relies on him belongs to the Qingshan family. There are many hills on our side, so it's not a good place. We are too poor, and the girls are all married to other places. The place has gone. If the development here is good, the boy will not have to worry about getting married in the future."

The small roads in the village are mostly gravel roads, without driving, turning around two small hills, Uncle Yang pointed to a short hill and said happily: "Look, my family's hill is there, and the boy is watering it there. You also helped these wells Yes, watering the ground will save trouble."

"Teacher Song! Teacher Ming! Teacher Xia! Why are you here?" Uncle Yang's youngest son greeted him from a distance, and ran down the mountainside when he saw someone coming.

Technician Song Dingbo patted him on the shoulder with a smile: "Come and see your orchard, this is Chairman An of the foundation."

The black and strong boy smiled embarrassedly: "Hello, President An."

"Hi, can you tell me about your orchard?"

"I received three varieties from the technology station for free, Gala, Red Fuji, and Xin Guoguang, a total of 1000 plants, and I bought another 2000 plants with a loan. These three varieties have different maturity stages, and they can be picked in stages."

A group of people followed the young man and walked towards the mountain. The road was obviously cleared and there were no high or low stones on it. An Chuchen asked, "Did you clear this road yourself?"

The young man turned his head to look at An Chuchen, then turned away quickly, and replied with a hey smile: "Well, my father tilted his foot here once, and it took me a few days to clean up this trail."

The hillside is shaped like a terraced field, and two rows of fruit seedlings are neatly planted on each floor, which shows the intention and deep expectation of the growers.

Teacher Xia praised: "Yang Xiaojun's place is the most tidy among the growers I have ever seen. The rows are like standing in line."

Teacher Ming: "Study in class is also the most attentive. If you don't learn in vain, you will use it."

Uncle Yang laughed: "Don't praise him, the kid is so proud."

In the evening, I stayed in the rest area of ​​the plantation. After having a meal with local specialties, Teacher Song came over with a flashlight and asked, "President An, do you want to go out and find Zhi?"

An Chuchen had heard about it, seen it in pictures, but hadn't caught it himself. He nodded, "Mr. Song can just call me Xiaoan. I'll change my clothes first." He went to change into his sportswear.

Teacher Song instructed from behind: "Wipe some toilet water, there are mosquitoes."

Teacher Song's son is also going to college this year. He admires the young man who is about the same age as his son.This is very different from the rich second generation in his impression. He thought that such a good-looking and rich person was either playing or playing in various ways.When my son is on vacation, he either hides at home and plays games, or goes out to play with classmates and friends. Talking about it is annoying. He calls in the afternoon and asks his son to come to work with him tomorrow, so that his son can see the gap between people. Not just the money gap.

A few middle-aged people made an appointment to catch a cicada, and they were all very enthusiastic, an activity they liked since childhood.Before leaving, I remembered that there were still the president and assistants, so I asked politely, but I didn't expect to agree.

The six people came to a forest with flashlights, and the beams of light dangling in the forest were very beautiful.There was a not-so-wide dirt road through the woods, and they walked along the dirt road.

He Kuan was startled and said, "So many people! There are even some people riding bicycles!"

"That's not too much, we came just in time, and now we know that we are just starting to climb out."

An Chuchen asked, "How do I find it?" He shook the flashlight on the tree pole, not knowing where to find it.

Teacher Xia took a flashlight to shine on the ground, and explained: "First shine on the ground, the tree roots, and then upwards, if you can't reach it, hold the pole."

He Kuan shouted happily: "Here is one!"

An Chuchen followed and looked around, but he didn't see it, and then he saw He Kuan holding a twig and poking it into the ground, making a small hole into a hole with a diameter of two centimeters. Something was moving inside, and He Kuan He reached in, and a cicada grabbed his hand and brought it out.

Teacher Ming over there also shouted: "There's one here." It's easy to find if you lie on your stomach on a tree pole one meter above the ground.

An Chuchen thinks it's very simple, just look at his eyesight. Of course, when he caught the first one at the root of the tree, he thought it was very interesting, and enthusiastically devoted himself to the search.

The mineral water bottles in his hand were quickly filled with more than a dozen. At this time, An Chuchen had no image to speak of. He was holding a long branch to hook a cicada that was climbing very high. He felt that his image was very similar to Yun, who was holding a fork, was amused by his own imagination.

Pure joy!

Mr. Song's son was threatened by him to reduce his monthly living expenses from [-] to [-], so he had no choice but to come to the plantation. It took half a day to get here from the city, and he arrived just in time for lunch.

"This is my son, Song Zixuan, come here and let him experience the difficulty of his father. Zixuan, this is Chairman An, Manager Ren, Assistant He, Teacher Xia, and Teacher Ming."

"You don't have to be so polite, you can just call An Ge." "Old Song is so polite, just call him Uncle."

"Brother An, Uncle." Song Zixuan, who was originally lazy, saw An Chuchen who was sitting in a simple room without compromising the aristocratic temperament immediately, and called out politely.

"Didn't eat, sit down quickly, these are chopsticks."

There is a dish at noon, deep-fried Zhizhi, which is a credit to An Chuchen. He has not eaten insects before. After everyone persuaded him, he also tasted it. Didn't move either.

In the afternoon, everyone went to the technical station again, followed by a class, asked the villagers a few questions, and was surrounded to ask some questions. The words of the leader will make people feel more credible and promise more weight , the heart that was a little frightened has also settled down.

On the way back, Song Zixuan approached An Chuchen: "Brother An, I think you look familiar, are you An Chuchen from University A?"

"Yes."

"You are very famous in our school. Is Qin Ruomeng, a senior from our department, really your classmate?"

"Yes."

"Brother An, seeing how we know each other so well, can we take a photo together?"

"No."

"When can it be?"

"depend on mood."

"Ah—" Song Zixuan let out a long howl, and was slapped by his father.

When leaving on the fifth day, under Song Zixuan's strong suggestion, An Chuchen took a photo with everyone and asked not to post it online.