Niu male

The man who planted the iron pear was named Fang Tianji, in his forties, he was not tall, his body proportions were good, his shoulders were relatively broad, his body was straight, his complexion was dark, and his curly hair was half-length but not short. At first glance, he looks like an artist, but he is quite different from his shrewd and meticulous Zhonglihu.

From their home, it takes several hours to get to the train station by car. There are no trains or high-speed trains in their area, and the trains are also slow. When he got to Tongcheng City, it was already late, so Fang Tianji lived in Tongcheng. for one night.

The next morning, on the bus from Tongcheng to Yongqing, Fang Tianji heard people talk about the fact that a batch of Torreya trees had just been planted in Niuwang Village yesterday.

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"Torreya tree, have you heard of it? Lao Zhou planted a batch this time."

"I have eaten torreya, but I have never seen a torreya tree."

"Last night, I checked the Internet. I heard that these things can't be beaten with bamboo poles. People have to climb up and pick them off one by one. It's too dangerous. It's like picking pine nuts in the Northeast. It's easy to have accidents."

"Old Zhou's trees will probably take over a hundred years to grow to the point where they can be dangerous."

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"When will we be able to eat the torreya from Niuwangzhuang?"

"It's probably useless, just like this year's green apples, they will all be exported by then."

"That's not necessarily the case. How many people are eagerly waiting for the goji berry wine in Niuwangzhuang, and I haven't seen him sell it for money, and he hasn't exported it."

"Just say that the milk powder in Niuwangzhuang really sells for a high price, which is really high, and people just made a lottery decision."

"The pigeon eggs are sold, and the price is frighteningly expensive."

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"What are you doing at Niuwangzhuang this time? Picking fruits in the courtyard or on the mountain?"

"Siheyuan, the two stilted buildings on the mountain are full."

"No, it will be eleven in a few days, and many office workers are on vacation."

"The main thing is that the work on the mountain is light. As long as you pick enough fruits every day, no one cares about the rest. Except for the meals provided by the courtyard, they can also fire their own fire. Did you read the post last time? Those guys are in Diaojiaolou. Days, it’s called nourishment.”

"Those people, arrange people to go to Dawan Village to buy meat and vegetables every morning, and even buy a whole goat from Lao Zhou to roast and eat, tsk tsk."

"I'm not envious, they don't have to go to work, some are retired and some invest on their own."

"I heard there is another writer."

"Didn't there be a female star here a while ago?"

"Third-tier actress, I suspect that she is using Niuwangzhuang's popularity to hype herself."

"Come on, you went to Niuwangzhuang with pure intentions, and others went to Niuwangzhuang with bad intentions. Why?"

"By the way, there are several male and female stars who have been to Niuwangzhuang, right?"

"No special treatment, just two words, work."

"It is estimated that even if Jay Chou is here, Lao Zhou will have to let him go to work in the fields."

"Hahahaha!"

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"Boys, it looks strange. This is your first time going to Niuwangzhuang, right?" Someone approached Fang Tianji, saying that the atmosphere in the car was really relaxed, just like a teahouse.

"It's the second time. I came here once when summer just started." Fang Tianji chatted with them now.

"At the beginning of summer, the fruits of our Niuwangzhuang just came out, and now the oranges are almost ripe again. The dozens of orange trees in the old Zhou's house have grown fruitfully in the past two years!" Recently, I went to work in Niuwangzhuang People, I miss those oranges from the old Zhou's house.

"My family also grows fruit, and I came here with those fruit friends on the XX forum." Fang Tianji said.

"What do you grow in your house?" The person next to him immediately asked.

"My family grows pears." As Fang Tianji said, he took out a few iron pears from the travel bag beside him and distributed them to the passengers next to him: "The pear skin is hard, so you have to peel it and eat it. It tastes pretty good. You guys Try it."

"Hey, you guys are so polite." A young man next to him smiled and took one, took out a folding saber from his pocket, and ate it, boasting as he ate, "This pear is really delicious."

"Not bad, right?" Fang Tianji said with a smile: "These are old breeds from decades ago, and there are very few breeds now."

Fang Tianji has been going out a lot in these years, but whenever he goes out, as long as it is the season when the pears are ripe, he must bring some out with him, no matter who he meets, he can just give them a few pears to eat, and then chat with others about himself The iron pears can not only bring the relationship closer, but also make an advertisement by the way, so why not do it.

"Then you are also here for the fruit seedlings of Niuwangzhuang this time?" A little girl across the aisle asked him. While talking, the girl was holding a tin pear and was eating it sweetly. It seemed that she liked to eat it.

"If you have this intention, you have to discuss it with Lao Zhou first." Fang Tianji didn't deny it, but he didn't show any urgency.

"Tell me, what fruit seedlings have you seen in Niuwangzhuang?" Everyone asked him.

"Our latitude is slightly higher than that of Niuwangzhuang, but the altitude is much lower, and the temperature difference between the two places is not that big. I reckon that if we get some loquat seedlings from Niuwangzhuang, we may be able to grow them alive." Fang Tianji said.He hoped that these Niuwangzhuang laborers could help him beat the side drums. It would be even better if someone could open a post on the Tongcheng Forum or something, calling on Lao Zhou to plant iron pears.

"Oh, loquat." Everyone expressed their understanding.

"Your iron pear is not bad, but you have to change the loquat seedling with Lao Zhou... Brothers, be prepared to bleed." Someone in the car began to vaccinate him.

"As far as the variety of iron pear is concerned, I haven't heard of anyone who grows better pears than mine, and it is particularly easy to manage, so basically you don't have to worry about it." Fang Tianji said that his own pear trees are also very good.

"Just yesterday, do you know how old the torreya tree is? 25 years old, how expensive is that big torreya tree, Lao Zhou will get him some four-year-old orange trees, one for another, a little No chance to bargain." Everyone still expressed their dislike for him.

"Old Zhou's orange seedlings are premium grade." Fang Tianji objected.Although his pear seedlings are definitely not as good as that Chinese torreya tree, but the loquat seedlings he saw this time are somewhat inferior to those orange seedlings.

"His family's loquat seedlings are also very good." Hearing this man's words, it seemed that those loquat seedlings in the old Zhou's family were not good. Well, emotionally, it's no different from your own fruit tree.

"The orchard last time wanted to buy seedlings from Lao Zhou. The price was so high that Lao Zhou didn't let go." Someone immediately agreed.

"...That is, the fruit seedlings of the old Zhou's family are really good." Fang Tianji saw that the wind was not in the right direction, so he changed his words: "Otherwise, I wouldn't have traveled all the way here."

He already understood very well at this moment, saying this in front of these die-hard fans of Niuwangzhuang was clearly making himself uncomfortable.As for those people who complained about Lao Zhou being too picky and joked about him before, just listen to it, and you will lose if you are serious.

It seems that it is not easy to start with these day laborers.

To these people, the iron pear seedlings of their family are to the old Zhou's loquat seedlings, just like other people's children are to their own children, regardless of whether it is good or bad, first of all, there is no comparison in terms of emotions.

What worries him even more is that he has heard so many things about Niuwangzhuang from these people, big and small, but he just didn't mention what Lao Zhou said about their Tiepili. not interested at all...

Niuwangzhuang may not be interested in iron pears, but Fang Tianji definitely wants to grow loquats. This is the most promising part of his current plan for the next ten years, and he cannot give up easily.

"Boys, since I ate your pears, let us give you an idea about the fruit seedlings." Cannibal's mouth is short, and this sentence is indeed a wise saying.

"What's your idea?" Fang Tianji's eyes lit up.

"When you go to Niuwangzhuang, get some pears for Xiao Shulin to taste first. If Xiao Shulin likes to eat them, he probably won't let go of the fruit seedlings." Make things clear.

"If Xiao Shulin said he particularly likes eating iron pears, Lao Zhou would have to plant a mountain full of them for him."

"If Xiao Shulin likes to eat dates, Niuwangzhuang has to be changed to a date garden."

"Look at Niuwangzhuang's annual output of Chrysanthemum chrysanthemum, and you'll know that every vegetable has been cut, but Chrysanthemum chrysanthemum has never been cut."

"It's a good thing that Xiao Shulin's taste is quite mixed. If it is really changed into a jujube garden, I really can't stand it."

"Then I'll give Xiao Shulin a few pears for a try first?"

"Listen to us and you can't be wrong.

"Hey, thank you all."

"Thank you, your pears are indeed delicious."

When they arrived at Niuwangzhuang, it was not yet ten o'clock in the morning. After they got off the bullock cart, they were not in a hurry to go to the courtyard. Instead, they went to the small flat land by the intersection. Few people are working.

"Do you still have the sickle?" The day laborers went over and asked.

"Hey, you better stop helping, it's almost ten o'clock, and dinner will be served in the courtyard in a while." A middle-aged man who was shoveling the soil stopped what he was doing, straightened his waist, turned his head and smiled at the man Several people said.

"It's still another hour and a half. Be active and eat an extra bowl later." The people on both sides looked quite familiar, and it seemed that it wasn't the first time they came back to help.

"Alright then, don't go up the mountain to mow the grass. Come and help me and Yi and the soil, the young man has great strength." The man said and passed the shovel to one of the laborers.

"Uncle, you are not in good health to do heavy work." The young guy said in his mouth after taking the shovel and started mixing the soil.

"I just shoveled a few times. There were two masters here just now. Now they went up the mountain. They said that they had cut a lot of grass on the mountain and had to move it down." The man wiped the grass. Sweat on the head, smiled.

The middle-aged man who spoke just lived in Pagoda Temple two months ago. He is in his early fifties and is a uremia patient. His son said he wanted to donate a kidney to him, but he refused to do so. He came to Buffalo Town by himself. But the queue at the buffalo hall was already long, and it wasn't his turn anytime soon.

I thought it was over like this, but I didn’t expect that I had just lived in Baota Temple for a short time. One evening, a doctor from the buffalo restaurant suddenly came to them, saying that he came to see the patients who had not yet been treated. After six o'clock, one saw that it was past twelve o'clock in the night, and it came for several days in a row.

The doctor's name is Huang Wenquan. He only gave some suggestions for treatment and recuperation to some patients, while some patients got prescriptions from him. The prescriptions are not just taken once, but they need to be adjusted frequently afterwards.Every afternoon after the buffalo restaurant closes, patients who need to adjust their prescriptions but have not been able to get a number will go to him at that time.

This uremic patient has been taking the medicine prescribed by Dr. Huang for more than a month, and he has also done acupuncture several times in the middle. The acupuncture is during the day, and Dr. Huang helped him arrange it. In addition, he himself insists on dialysis.

After more than a month, he felt that his health has indeed improved, so he planned to live in Buffalo Town. His family's financial situation is not too bad, and the medical expenses of this level are still affordable. However, living in Pagoda Temple can still help him save some accommodation expenses, and he can also make friends with people when eating, and the atmosphere is also very good.

Here, Fang Tianji saw that these people had gone to help, so he put his travel bag aside and went to help.

He knew this place, it was made at the Pagoda Temple, and it was here to process soil and fertilizers and sell them online.Needless to say, these workers are the patients and their family members who live in the Pagoda Temple. They are basically old, weak, sick and disabled, and few are young and strong.

"This soil is really fertile." When helping to mix the soil, Fang Tianji couldn't help but grabbed a handful of soil and knocked it. The pitch-black soil was loose and soft.

"Fasting the manure first, and then burning the dung, the soil will be looser and less prone to worms." A shy-looking young man who worked with him explained to him.

"You guys are so meticulous in this job." Fang Tianji said with a smile.

"That's what it should be. There are many sellers of soil and fertilizers on the Internet, and their prices are lower than ours. Since our things are more expensive than others, this work must be done more meticulously than others." The young man said seriously.

"Isn't it cheap to ship from you?" Fang Tianji asked him.The traffic in Buffalo Town is underdeveloped, so if you open an online store or something, you will suffer a lot in terms of shipping costs.

"Yeah, it's just the freight." The man nodded.

Fang Tianji and the young man, one on the left and the other on the right, mixed the soil with a shovel. Beside them, there were several piles of soil like this. They had to be mixed evenly before they could be packaged and sent out to customers.

At the end of September, the sun was still relatively high at noon, and people would sweat after a little physical work. However, the weather was dry and the air was refreshing at this time. Buffalo Town was very clean. There was basically no dust. The sky was high and the water was clear, which was very pleasant.

From the flat land where they work, you can also see the Niuwang Pond. The torreya trees just planted by the pool are swaying their branches in the wind...

On the side of the road, a few elderly people are responsible for packing yesterday's order, weighing the weight in plastic bags, binding them tightly, and putting them in the carton. A mother and daughter next to them are responsible for sealing the box with transparent glue and a courier slip. Post the courier.

They have been doing this job for a while, but today the little girl was a little worried. This morning, Lao Zhou sent them a bag of dried walnuts. Because it was not enough for each courier, she was asked to randomly put them in those boxes. Put, how random is this, whether to put this box or that box, this little girl is particularly worried.

"Little Ye Zi, what are you worried about?" A girl from the city asked her with a smile.

"...Old Zhou asked me to put them randomly." The girl named Xiao Yezi pointed to the bag of walnuts next to her and explained to her.

"It's not difficult." The girl walked over in three steps and two steps, took her express slips, and pushed them back to the asphalt road: "Just tell me which one you want to smoke."

"Hmm... this." The little girl thought for a while, and pointed to the delivery slip that was pressed at the bottom with her finger.

"What else?" The girl from the city smiled, pulled out the delivery note, and asked her again.

"and this."

"Well, here are two, how many walnuts are there?"

"Twelve more."

"Then let's draw ten more."

"This..."

"Okay, there are nine more."

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Beside, the child's mother looked at the scene with a smile, then got up again and brought a carton over, untied the rope on it, quickly opened the boxes one by one, glued transparent glue on them, and handed them to those few children. An old man in charge of loading soil...