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"Why are the persimmons on your mountain so small?" In order to catch crabs, the people of Dawan Village almost visited Niuwangzhuang last night. The persimmon who is too competitive has also become the focus of their discussion.

When Luo Meng and Xiao Shulin took Houwazi to the village to help Liu Chunlan collect soybeans that afternoon, everyone asked him.

"I heard it's such a big variety." At the beginning, the persimmons on the mountain in my house stopped growing before they reached the size of an egg. Luo Meng also asked Martin Liang about this. They said that this kind of persimmons are like this. , although the size is small, but the taste is very good in all aspects.

"Why do you get such a small variety to grow here?" The old man named Luo Changtie in the village couldn't figure it out.

Their local persimmons are small in size. A few years ago, some people wanted to bring in some large persimmon trees from outside to plant them. However, persimmons could not be sold at any price in their place, so they kept procrastinating. This time Romon brought back a new variety, but he didn't expect the fruit to be smaller than their local ones.

"I heard that this persimmon tastes good when it's ripe." Luo Meng sat on the ridge of the field, picking the pods one by one. The sun was shining and the autumn wind was cool, so it was very comfortable to sit on the ground and work.

"No matter how delicious it is, isn't it still a persimmon?" Persimmons are not a good thing. At this time, there are many sellers of persimmons in their buffalo town. Sometimes it doesn't sell.

If it's bigger and looks better, maybe it can be sold in Yongqing for a few dollars more. If it's a local variety, it's fine, and I'm afraid you won't even be able to earn back the fare.

"Have you picked those two persimmon trees in Uncle Changtie's yard?" Romon asked him.Luo Changtie is old, but his seniority is not high. He is of the same seniority as old man Luo Quanshun and the others, so Luo Meng also calls him uncle.

"What do you pick? The tree has grown tall, and the pole at home can't reach it. Where can I pick it? If I don't pick it, I won't sell it for a few dollars. , just hang it on the tree, and when it freezes in winter, it will be eaten by those birds."

They produce astringent persimmons here, and there are no birds to peck them in this season. In winter, the persimmons are ripe, and after several frosts, they gradually turn from astringency to sweetness. You can often see birds on the trees. Peck persimmons to eat.

"Leave a few and don't finish picking them. How about leaving a tree?" The worker beside him laughed.

"Oh, I don't care, I can't pick it." Luo Changtie shook his head and waved his hands. He is an old man, and the work in the field is enough for him. The income from selling vegetables is also good. Since the persimmons are worthless, they are not I really want to go to that effort.

"How about we pick it for you?" Romon asked him.

"It's a good feeling. You can pick it off and feed it to your chickens. Otherwise, it will be hung on a branch, and one of them will fall off every now and then, making it sticky everywhere, and it's annoying." Luo Changtie has been farming in the village. How are the crops planted before, how are the crops planted now, how useful are the cow dung picked from Romon every week? Willing to.

"Can I still take yours for nothing? I'll buy it from you for a dollar a catty." Liu Chunlan said with a smile.

"A few persimmons, why should I buy them? In the past, I didn't earn money from them." Luo Changtie was also sitting on the field ridge not far away, peeling white jade beans one by one. The shape of these beans is similar to that of kidney beans. Similar to kidney beans, it is slightly smaller in size and more delicious in taste.

"Past years are previous years, and this year is this year." Old man Luo also said.

"Okay, I see, you are all rich people, and you don't like to take advantage of me." Luo Changtie joked.

"Uncle Changtie is also doing well this year. I heard that he has earned more than his grandson who works outside the field this year?" A few villagers who were doing farm work on the ground laughed at him.

I heard that some time ago Luo Changtie’s sons and grandchildren came to visit him in the village. Among them was a young man who had just graduated from school and found a good job. He made more than 5000 positive a month after he became a full-time employee. The words are quite fluttering.

The more Luo Changtie listened to him, the less he liked to listen. Later, he said: "What's the point of more than 5000 yuan a month? I already earn 5000 yuan this month. Let me talk about more than [-] yuan."

Recently, for some reason, this incident was spread by the people in the village. Everyone said that if those who worked in the city came back again, they would compare their income with others. This year Everyone has made money, and everyone has a strong waist.

They talked lively over there, but Luo Meng stopped talking. He walked to the ridge of another field, pulled out a bunch of soybeans, and piled them up next to Xiao Shulin and Hou Wazi for them to pick. Soon, a soybean plant was picked in two strokes.

The picked bean pods were placed in baskets, and the bean pods were transported by Luo Meng to Niuwangzhuang by tricycles one by one, and piled up in the biogas tank for fermentation.

In the evening, Luo Hongfeng brought Luo Meihui and Luo Meiling back from the town, Luo Meng took the two girls, Xiao Shulin carried the monkey boy, and the group went to the courtyard of Luo Changtie's house.

Every household here has a tool for picking persimmons, which is usually a long pole with a net bag on the top, and the wire on the edge of the net bag is twisted into several V shapes. When picking persimmons, the net bag is used to cover the persimmons. , and then stuck the branches on the persimmon in the V-shaped position, and then twisted the long pole in the hand, and the persimmon fell into the net pocket.

The two persimmon trees in Luo Changtie's house are too tall. The bottom ones can still be reached with poles, but the top ones can't. They can only climb the trees.

To say that there are quite a few master tree climbers in the Romon family. As soon as Houwazi figured out that Romeng and the others wanted to pick the red fruits on the tree, he was the first one to go up with the basket. It is like walking on flat ground, from one branch to that branch, with hands and feet moving freely.

Xiao Shulin then followed up, carrying a large basket and hanging it on a strong tree branch, picking up the nearby fruits by himself. He didn't dare to go out for those branches that were too thin, because they were too heavy, and he was afraid that they would be hurt. Crimped.

As soon as Luo Meihui and Luo Meiling took off their shoes, they followed up the tree, wearing skirts and climbing up and down the big tree. Liu Chunlan, who came after her, only frowned. Just now, Liu Chunlan, Luo Laohan and Luo Hongfeng transported the beans they picked today home first. , and then followed.

"Let's not buy skirts for them in the future." Liu Chunlan said.

"I didn't buy it for a long time ago. This is from last year." Luo Hongfeng smiled and said, "It's okay, I'm wearing pantyhose."

"Good girl, it's because you have spoiled me like two boys." Old man Luo hummed.

"You're not used to it, so why are you still making slingshots?" Liu Chunlan said.

"..." Old man Luo fell silent. A few days ago, Luo Meihui said he wanted a slingshot, so the old man went to the back mountain to cut down a few tree branches and came back. They are all majestic and majestic, and he is very proud of being praised by the little girl.

"Pick the red ones." Romon supervised their work under the tree.

"Save the ones that aren't red for next time?" Luo Meihui asked.

"I won't pick it next time, save it to feed the birds." Romon said.

"Come on, eat peanuts." Luo Changtie brought out a pot of boiled peanuts from the house, and Liu Chunlan and the others sat down and ate the peanuts, chatting with Luo Changtie about how the recent harvest was going. Planning to plant something next year or something.

"Pa..." At this time, Houwazi found a bird's egg from nowhere, and handed it to Xiao Shulin as if offering a treasure.

"Hey, put it back." Xiao Shulin said to him.

"Huh..." Houwazi looked at the bird egg in his hand, looking a bit reluctant.

Xiao Shulin patted the back of his head, took the egg from his hand, crawled to the bird's nest, and gently put it back.

"Do you still have bird's nests on your persimmon trees?" Liu Chunlan asked.

"It's a pair of jingle bells." Luo Changtie said with a smile: "I just moved here this year, and I haven't seen this kind of bird for many years."

"Ding Dong, it sounds really nice."

"No, when I was young, I carried a load down the mountain, and I often heard them calling 'ke ding dong ke ding dong' along the way. I haven't heard them for many years. I thought they were dead, but I didn't expect there to be more."

"Oh, I heard it a few times when I was a child." Liu Chunlan said to Luo Meng and the others again: "Let's go after picking, don't scare the birds."

"It's okay, it's still early." Luo Changtie said.

"They pick them quickly, and they'll be finished in a while." Luo Hongfeng said with a smile.

Luo Changtie turned his head and looked up the tree, only to see figures swaying on the tree, a few dolls were picking persimmons on the tree, Xiao Shulin was transporting back and forth, Luo Meng and Luo Hongfeng were doing logistics under the tree, two big trees The persimmons in the house have already been picked in sevens and eighties at this moment.

These persimmons were transported back to Niuwangzhuang, pulled into a warehouse, and some white wine was brought over, and some white wine was dipped on the fruit stem of each persimmon, and they were neatly stacked on a shelf covered with plastic film, and put away After the persimmons, a layer of plastic film was laid on them, and they were tightly wrapped.

Their place is very suitable for the growth of persimmons. The persimmons grown locally are small, a little bigger than eggs, round in shape, slightly pointed at the top, and sweet and waxy to eat. The biggest disadvantage is that they have pits, which are not good. Used to dry persimmons.

Originally, Luo Meng planned to ask Fatty Hou to design the processed products of persimmons, to see if he could find a market for their local persimmons, but after thinking about it again, this fat man has become a lot smarter recently, so he can just pick a thorn rose For jam, he asked for a pair of hairy crabs and chose the bigger one.

Going to look for him now would probably have to quarrel again, so he said nothing. After two days, the batch of persimmons would be ready to eat, because the persimmons he planted in Niuwang Village were not yet ripe, and these persimmons would be eaten too. It is very popular with everyone. If there is nothing to do, take one to eat, and Romon doesn't care, and let them eat whatever they want.

Soon, Fatty Hou got tired of eating fresh persimmons, and began to make tricks on his own initiative.

Beat the peeled and pitted persimmon meat into pulp, mix it with flour, and make the stuffing with walnuts as the main ingredient. This guy is quite good at making stuffing, adding pork suet and sesame seeds, etc., to make the stuffing It can be kneaded into balls with hands, wrapped in cakes and baked, and then it turns into a thick soup. One bite, it is so beautiful to the heart.

"Fatty Hou seems to be frying persimmon cakes in the kitchen." Chen Jianhua smelled the aroma in the yard, so he called Luo Meng. These days, he got an explanation from Lao Zhou to keep an eye on Fatty's movements.

"Oh, it's finally done." After Lao Zhou got the letter, he was in a good mood. With a plate of walnuts and a baby monkey on his shoulder, he called to Xiao Shulin, brought gold, and the family of four went to the courtyard to eat cakes.

"Why are you here?" The fat man was alone in the kitchen, holding a pot of persimmon cakes and just started to eat, when the food snatchers came.

"He came here after smelling the fragrance." Old Zhou laughed. Of course he couldn't confess to Chen Guanshi at this moment, and he would still count on him to be his eyes and ears in the future.

"I only make a few!" The fat man was reluctant to part with the cakes in the basin.

"It's quite a lot. I'll make it later after eating. I'll help you." He's the owner, and he said he wants to eat. How can Fatty Hou say no?

"Why is your nose so good?" Fatty Hou moaned and put the pot of persimmon cakes in his arms on the table, resigning himself to his fate.

"Come on, it smells strange." Luo Meng reached out and grabbed two, handing one to Xiao Shulin and the other to Houwazi.

The father and son sat on the edge of the table, eating one bite at a time, eating very sweetly. Xiao Shulin killed one in a few mouthfuls, and then reached out to grab another one from the basin. He also reached out and grabbed one for himself.

"How is it? Is it delicious?" Luo Meng also took a persimmon cake and bit into it. It tasted really good. The persimmon cake was soft and glutinous to the bite, and it still had the sweet fragrance of persimmon.

"Not bad." Xiao Shulin munched on the persimmon cake.

"Huhu..." Houwazi also likes to eat this.

"Of course it's not bad. I've been busy for a long time." Fatty Hou also stuffed it into his mouth desperately. It turned out that he planned to enjoy it slowly, but now this situation is obviously not allowed.

"Why don't you teach the recipe to the old man in our yard, so that one day you can eat ready-made ones without using your hands." Luo Meng said to Fatty Hou calmly, biting a persimmon cake.

"What good is it?" asked the fat man.

"From now on, you can eat persimmon cakes for free, and you can eat as much as you like," Lao Zhou said.

"How much do you want to eat? Doesn't count as money?" the fat man asked him.

"That is, when did I lie to you?" Romon swore.Anyway, Fatty's stomach is only that big, he would eat other things if he doesn't eat persimmon cakes, and he eats everything from Niuwangzhuang.

"That's fine." The fat man agreed, because Romon's credit is still good, and for now, the free unlimited supply of persimmon cakes is quite attractive to him.

"Then it's settled. I'll arrange a few people to come and learn from you in a while. If there are any materials and tools that are missing, you can just tell Guanshi Chen." Things are going so smoothly, and Lao Zhou is also in a good mood.

That afternoon, Fatty Hou taught a few old people how to make persimmon cakes in the courtyard. Chen Jianhua was also well prepared and arranged the candidates early in the morning.

Romont deliberately made a few persimmon cakes and let them cool down. After the cakes hardened at night, he divided them into two parts. Heated one part in the microwave and steamed the other in the rice cooker.

A few minutes later, the smell of persimmon cakes wafted from his home. The ones heated in the microwave were dry, fragrant and chewy, while the ones steamed in the rice cooker were softer and more delicious. Both taste good.

After confirming that this kind of cake tastes good after reheating, Luo Meng was determined, and the next morning he hung a sign in the store where his family bought vegetables, which read: "Buy local persimmons, one yuan per catty. "

Recently, Houwazi and Liu Chunlan have become acquainted. Today, Luo Meng planned to come to the town to collect persimmons, so he handed Houwazi to the two old people and asked Xiao Shulin to come to the store to help, otherwise he and Boss Xiao would have to go to the shop again. Selling vegetables and harvesting persimmons must be very busy.

"One yuan per catty, how much do you want?" An old farmer carrying a load of persimmons stopped when he saw this sign when he passed by their store.

"How much do you have?" Romon asked him.

"Hey, there are so many persimmon trees in our house. There are as many as half a mountain in total. Do you want them all?" The man seemed to think that Romon's tone was a bit loud.

"That's really hard to say, I'll try one first." The purchasing power of those old customers of their online store should not be underestimated.

"Eat." The man put the burden on the side of the road between Luo Meng's store and the store next door, and handed him a persimmon.

Luo Meng squatted on the side of the road and ate that persimmon in two or three bites. It tasted pretty good, just the taste of their local persimmons. It was sandier and stickier than the ones picked from Luo Changtie’s yard a few days ago, but look at his basket. The appearance of these persimmons here is really not good, and they are also small.

"How many hatched in your place?" Romon asked him.People on their side are used to calling the process of removing the astringency of persimmons as hatching persimmons.

"It's about three hundred catties."

"Then when do you go back, I'll go with you to transport persimmons."

"All of them?" The other party was still a little skeptical.

"All of them, one yuan per catty, how about it?" Luo Meng asked him.

"Then let's go now." The persimmon seller is still a little erratic at the moment. I can't believe that I can still encounter such a good thing. It costs more than 300 catties of persimmons at once, and there may be more in the future. Isn't the persimmon you don't have to worry about selling?

Luo Meng said hello to Boss Xiao and Shulin Xiao before leaving. There were too many people buying vegetables in the store. Boss Xiao became louder when he was rushed, and Shulin Xiao liked to smoke when he was stressed. They came to them The vegetable shopper had already gotten used to the father and son, and didn't take the black first generation and second generation seriously at all.

"I'll go out for a while." Romon said to Xiao Shulin.

"Okay, let's go." Sweat dripped from Xiao Shulin's forehead.

He took the car keys, went to the nearby parking place, drove out the pickup truck that had brought goods in the morning, and drove the car out of Buffalo Town in the direction pointed by the old persimmon seller.

On the way, Luo Meng also thought in his heart that selling vegetables every day is indeed too busy and chaotic, especially when there are so many people shopping at their house, but the store is only so narrow and there are fewer people.

In the future, it would be best to free Boss Xiao and Shulin Xiao, and not be so tired and keep working on his own. If Boss Xiao really has nothing to do, then find him a lighter job, like Liu Chunlan and Luo The old man made biscuits recently.

"What are you buying so many persimmons for?" At this moment, the persimmon seller sitting in the passenger seat spoke.

"Oh, I bought them to make persimmon cakes. My name is Romon. What do you call me?" Romon regained his thoughts.

"My surname is Xiang, you can just call me Lao Xiang." Old Xiang's full name is Xiang Weizhong. He has heard of Luo Meng before and can recognize him, but after all, he has nothing to do with him, so there is no Set this close.

"Oh, Lao Xiang, how many persimmons can your family produce every day recently?"

"Three to five hundred catties is no problem. If you want more, you can get seven to eight hundred catties." Persimmons grow on trees, and whether they pick them two days earlier or two days later is not entirely up to them.

"Then three hundred catties will be needed every day, and I will send someone to drive over to transport it."

At the beginning of this period, the supply of persimmons must be sufficient, and it is estimated that it will be a little nervous later on. Romon mainly wants to lengthen this supply cycle, so as not to swarm in front of him for a few days.

Xiang Weizhong's home is in a small town more than 30 minutes' drive away from Buffalo Town. It is said to be a small town, but in fact it is just a few rows of houses and a small street, which is much deserted than Buffalo Town.Xiang Weizhong and the others lived at the foot of a mountain not far from the street. Luo Meng stood in the yard of their house and looked towards the back of the mountain. All the red trees were persimmon trees.

"Your family has a lot of persimmons!"

"Hey, my father planted it when he was young. He said it was a good persimmon. It's long-lived and doesn't attract bugs. Anyway, it's good for everything. Hey, it just can't be sold. Every year our family doesn't know that it will rot. How many persimmons."

As Xiang Weizhong said, he took Luo Meng to an old house next to their house. There were wooden shelves placed in the old house, and the wooden shelves were full of persimmons that were peeling or had already peeled off.

Xiang Weizhong called his wife over, and together with Luo Meng, the two of them picked the persimmons on the shelves one by one into the baskets, and after picking up less than half of the persimmons on the shelves, they took out the steelyard at home, and the two of them After weighing the persimmons, Romon took a small book and counted them.

In the end, more than 360 catties of persimmons were weighed out. Xiang Weizhong said that three hundred and five would be fine, rounded up, but Luo Meng didn't refuse, and paid the money and moved the persimmons to the car.

"Wei Zhong, who is this? Come to your house to buy persimmons?" When they were busy, an old farmer passed by with a hoe on the small road in front of the yard. Seeing the baskets of bright red persimmons, he also came to see what happened. .

"Yeah, Uncle Tonggen, are you going to the field?" Xiang Weizhong's wife's face flashed a hint of displeasure. Their family sold persimmons. What's wrong, on their side, they are not the only ones who can't sell persimmons.

"How much does this persimmon sell for a catty?" The old man called Uncle Tonggen didn't know if he didn't see the unhappiness of the family or something, so he didn't leave, but asked about their transaction price.

"One yuan per catty, why, sir, your family also sells persimmons?" Luo Meng knew that sometimes it is not easy for country people to sell something.

"Yes, yes, do you want more?" The old man looked very happy.

"I don't want it today, but if I want more tomorrow, I'll go to your house to have a look." Romon said.

"That's good! My house is just past this small road. The two-story brick house over there has more than 100 persimmon trees in our house, and we haven't started selling them this year. Oh, from our side to Yongqing Town is not close to Buffalo Town, and the fare will be quite a lot. If the persimmons don’t sell well, they will lose money, and I didn’t even plan to buy them.” The old man pointed out his house to Luo Meng, While sighing.

"Hey, I shouldn't worry about selling this year. If you make the persimmons better, I will definitely come over to collect them in the next few days." Luo Meng said to Xiang Weizhong and his wife: "Why don't you leave me some persimmons?" Call, it’s convenient to contact you if you need anything.”

"That's right, leave a phone number." Xiang Weizhong's wife was listening to the two men's conversation, and her heart was agitated. Seeing that Luo Meng asked them for a phone number, she felt more at ease.

The two parties exchanged phone numbers, and agreed to ask for [-] catties of persimmons tomorrow, and then Luo Meng drove away. When he returned to Buffalo Town, there were several pairs of loads parked in their store. I heard that it was here. I picked persimmons, so I picked them here.

After collecting all these persimmons, Luo Meng first transported a carload of persimmons to Niuwangzhuang, and asked Chen Jianhua to arrange for people to start making persimmons, and also handed over the photography work to him. This guy is playing SLR, Luo Meng The card player that thought it had good performance was simply not good enough in the eyes of others.

Afterwards, Romon went to the town to help Xiao Shulin send handicrafts, and the purchased brand in the store was also accepted, but people kept coming to ask, so Romon asked them to leave their contact information, and then call them when needed, Today is not enough. The first day I made persimmon cakes, there are already hundreds of catties of persimmons on the mountain.

This morning, the old people in the courtyard were making dried persimmons, while Chen Jianhua was taking photos. After a set of photos was taken, Luo Meng and Xiao Shulin also came back from the town, and took the dried persimmons they took last night to recreate. For the heated photos, Luo Meng went to Luo Xingyou's house and asked Zhao Dongling to help him edit them immediately.

As for the price, pure persimmon cakes without stuffing sell for [-] cents, and those with walnut filling sell for [-] cents.At present, a large number of persimmons in Buffalo Town and the surrounding areas are unsalable. If we don't make small profits but sell more, when will we do it?