No. 233 Tianting Garbage Disposal Station

In the afternoon, the sun was still hot, and Yang Xinxin's family had finished harvesting rice. It was the turn of Uncle Yang and Uncle Yang, who had small harvesters, and harvested rice very quickly.

The next day, the two harvesters bought by Yang Jiaoling were delivered, one rice harvester and one peanut harvester. Such a big deal caused a sensation in Yangjia Village.

Even if he breaks up with a rich boyfriend, he is still a rich man.

Yang Jiaoling didn't know what to think. After she hired a harvester to harvest her own rice, she would help the villagers harvest the rice at 200 yuan per mu, unlike Yang Xinxin's harvester, which only needs oil money.

Some people were waiting for Yang Xinxin's family's harvester, and some wealthy families borrowed Yang Jiaoling's harvester for fear of changes in the sky. The whole Yangjia Village was busy, and their faces were full of joy of harvest.

The concrete square in the village was full of rice in the sun, and the hairy children were called by adults to turn the rice to catch sparrows. Two cousins, Yang Qingyu and Yang Xiangling, were helping to dry the rice at home.

The two cousins ​​of the uncle's family run sales in the urban area and have no holidays. Since Yang Xinxin bought a harvester for the family, they have not asked for leave to go home to help, and are working hard to make money to buy a house and marry a wife.

Most of the men in the village who were about their age were married. Uncle Yang and Uncle Yang were relatively open-minded and did not force them to go on a blind date.

The elder sister in the lobby was the first to marry in the family. She married in the urban area and gave birth to a nephew who was less than two years old. Now she takes care of the child at home. The elder brother-in-law in the lobby opened a restaurant. The business is good and life is booming.

During the summer harvest season, the weather was beautiful, and it was sunny for several days in a row.

The rice in Yang Xinxin's house is all dried in the open space in the front yard of her house, and the roof of the building is also dried. With Kong Xuan around, there are no sparrows stealing it, but it needs to be turned over to dry every half an hour.

"Mom, when I went to the peach forest to pick peaches, I met Yang Jiaoling. She told me that she had contacted the engineering team and was going to build a country house." Yang Xinxin put the big fruit basket in her hand in the living room I didn’t see Kong Xuan, probably playing games in the room, Yang’s mother was busy making bacon with Huoling pork in the kitchen, Yang Xinxin went to chat with her.

Unexpectedly, what Yang Jiaoling said before was true, she really wanted to build a country house in Yangjia Village.

Thinking about it, as a reborn girl, how could she not know the future development momentum of Yang Family Village.

It's a pity that luck was not very good, none of the hills in the village were bought, and the remaining two small hills were bought, and finally there was a big riot in the village committee.

As the village head, Uncle Yang came to her house and talked about Yang Jiaoling, his face was very ugly.

"This story has been spread in the village for a long time. That girl Jiaoling just likes to be strong and wants the best in everything, but that girl has really made a lot of money outside." Yang Ma shook her head and said, how could she not know Yang? From Jiaoling's point of view, whoever called Yangjiacun is the best, and the most beautiful house is their home.

"In the past few days, Jiaoling girl and her father haven't gone out to fool around. They spend all day in the village scolding her daughter for being unfilial. They take money in their own hands and don't give them a penny."

Yang Xinxin silently reflected on whether she was too nerdy and didn't even know the gossip about Yang Jiaoling's family. These days, she just stayed at home preparing medicines and cultivating new crops. The forest picks peaches.

Now that the second batch of peaches is about to ripen, it's time to call Li Feng.

"Xinxin, I have some good news for you. Your father said that the green strawberries grown in our family and in the village have started to climb the trellis." Speaking of this, Yang's mother was very happy, and the action of marinating Huoling pork was a little faster. , in addition to peaches, the family has another income.

Yang Xinxin smiled and listened to Mama Yang's ramblings. After listening, she talked to Mama Yang and went to the backyard to see the red she-wolf, Xiaohong. Rhubarb had been staying with her recently, eating and living with her.

Yang Xinxin had to suspect that the cub in Xiaohong's stomach belonged to Rhubarb.

In a few days, Xiaohong gnawed a lot of the bones of the fire spirit pig, her skin was smooth and smooth, her eyes were a bit spiritual, she no longer feared and guarded against Yang Xinxin's family, and got closer to Yang Xinxin's family.

After watching Xiaohong's she-wolf, Yang Xinxin went to the experimental field to see the condition of the colorful spiritual rice. It may be that a lot of heavenly soil has been sprinkled, and the colorful spiritual rice has sprouted, about ten centimeters high.

At this moment, her cell phone rang.

Yang Xinxin took out her mobile phone and checked the call. It was Father Yang's call, so she quickly connected it.

"Xinxin, Dad and your uncle have carefully looked at the lambs, piglets, and calves in the Fumin farm. They are all good. Dad just wanted to ask you, do you want to raise milk goats or meat goats?" Dad Yang's beaming voice came from the phone , and the sound of Uncle Yang talking to someone.

"Half milk goat, half meat goat." Yang Xinxin thought for a while.

"Okay, Dad knows."

After getting his daughter's answer, Father Yang said a few more words before hanging up the phone.

Yang Xinxin put away her phone and looked at the vibrant backyard, feeling quite happy.

At noon, Father Yang and Uncle Yang came back, along with trucks and staff from the farm. As soon as several trucks entered the village, the villagers gathered to watch.

Everyone knows that Yang Xinxin's family has contracted the hilltops in the north, and one of the hilltops is surrounded by iron nets and used as a breeding ground. They plant a plant called pigtails, which is said to be pasture cultivated by Xinxin girl.

Yang Jiaoling also came to watch the fun.

When she thought of the two hills she had missed, she felt resentful, listening to the discussions of the uncles and aunts around her, her pretty face turned pale and pale.

"So many pigs, cattle, sheep and cubs, I don't know how much it will cost. It seems that Yun Tao's family has really made a fortune selling peaches."

"In the future, Yuntao's family will not be short of manure."

"I said earlier that their peaches sell for two hundred yuan each, but you still don't believe me, do you believe me now?"

"I didn't expect the peaches produced by girl Xinxin to be so expensive. I regret that I didn't grow Bicui strawberries."

"I regret it too, I wonder if I can still plant it?"

"Why don't we ask Yun Tao?" Someone was moved.

"It's useless to ask Yuntao. The strawberry seedlings were made by girl Xinxin. I heard that girl rejected Xiuju."

"Girl Jiaoling has gotten rich, why do you still want to take advantage?"

"Isn't that right? At the beginning we were all embarrassed to plant. Who didn't know that girl Xinxin produced all good things, so she had the nerve to come to the door."

As they talked, everyone's topic changed, and they all went to gossip about Yang Jiaoling.

Yang Jiaoling in the crowd was half dead with anger.

Father Yang and Uncle Yang took the farm's truck and staff to the northern hilltop. Yang Xinxin was already waiting there. When he saw Father Yang's van, he waved happily.

A group of people looked at the erected sign and helped to separate the livestock and drive them into the farm.

The staff who came here were very surprised to see such a large hill, fertile pastures, neat rows of houses, and a small river meandering by. The environment of this farm is really good.

An older middle-aged man wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses squatted down and took a closer look at the pigling grass. His eyes were bright and he asked excitedly.

"Where did you buy this pasture? I haven't seen it before."

Father Yang glanced at his daughter beside him, and replied proudly, "It's a new variety of pasture grass produced by my daughter - Polyporus grass."

Yang Xinxin: "..."

Fortunately, her father didn't say that she bred the pigling grass, otherwise she would blush.

The author has something to say: Thank you for your Huahua, okay?