"Ah Qiu!"

Song Qingyun woke up at three o'clock in the morning that day. He was awakened by the cold. He didn't expect that the autumn in Hongshi Village would come so early, so quickly, and so cold.

Even yesterday, he only wore a single dress and only covered with a thin quilt at night.

It's so cold that I can't sleep anymore.

When I opened my phone, I saw that the local temperature was 25 and the lowest was 16... This is wrong. Is this like a 16-degree sky?

I opened the curtain and looked out. It was white outside, and the grass and trees on the ground were frosted.

Song Qingyun slapped his forehead and said, "Cough, Ignore it."

It turns out that local weather forecasts only forecast plain areas, or urban areas where the city government is located. Hongshi Village is located in a mountainous area with a unique climate.

Song Qingyun is young and has little thoughts on many things. When he came to Hongshi Village, he only brought two hot-weather clothes to change clothes. The quilt was thin and there was no cold-proofing facility.

He sat in the house for a long time, and felt the air conditioner as a snake penetrated directly into his bone marrow. He couldn't stand it anymore, so he had to run into the car, turn on the heating, and bake it for a long time before he came to his senses.

There was no way to sleep, and he happened to have to go back to the city to work for two days. Song Qingyun saw that the time was almost the same, so he drove out of the village.

When I arrived at the entrance of the village, I saw that it was very lively.

The convenience store of Gong Zhu's house was actually opened. Several motorcycles with bamboo baskets were parked at the door. A group of men were drinking tea, cigarettes and instant noodles inside, and chatting lively.

Song Qingyun was surprised, you are still here at three or four o'clock in the morning. Did you gather together to play a card that was all night long?

This is too unreasonable.

As soon as he got off the car, he was almost knocked down by the oncoming cold wind, and it felt like he was punched hard.

"Oh, Secretary Song is here, please come in. Why don't you bring a bowl of fermented glutinous rice noodles and add a few eggs?" Zhuhua greeted him warmly.

Song Qingyun had a fight at the jaw: "You, you guys, are you playing cards?"

Gong Zhu's face changed: "You go, don't do your business."

An old man next to him smiled and said, "Secretary Song, we are going to the city to sell potatoes. We are eating here. Try it. The fermented glutinous rice glutinous rice with bamboo flowers is very good, mellow and fragrant, just like rice wine. I'm not playing cards, who can hold on to it in such a cold day? Listen to me..."

It turns out that potatoes are planted in the mountains and villages. Especially the newly-coloured potatoes taste very good and can be sold for prices.

Therefore, in the past few days, farmers dig potatoes every day and would run into the city on motorcycles early in the morning to catch the morning market.

Gong Zhu's fermented glutinous rice wine is very good, and she is financially wise. She gets up at three o'clock every day these days to make breakfast for everyone, which is quite profitable.

When Song Qingyun heard that it wasn't playing cards, she said, "That's good, that's good. Give me a bowl and put three eggs."

Gong Zhu still said coldly: "If you don't do your business, you will be drunk if you eat my fermented rice."

Song Qingyun was a little embarrassed: "Then let's just instant noodles."

“No instant noodles.”

It was even more embarrassing. Song Qingyun didn't understand why Zhuhua had such a bad attitude towards him. Just as she was about to leave angrily, Huang Erwa next to her shouted: "Song Qingyun, are you going back to the city? Let me give me a lesson?"

Song Qingyun Daqi asked you to sell potatoes too. Seeing Huang Ming nodded, he asked again, "Don't you have a motorcycle, and you still ride in my car?"

Huang Ming snorted and said, "Why do you need to ride a bike by yourself if you have a free car? I can save money on gas. Also, there is frost on the road, so it's quite dangerous to ride a bike. Song Qingyun, take me into the city, and I will invite you to eat fermented rice glutinous rice."

Others also said, yes, yes, let’s just squeeze Secretary Song’s car, and we have to save dozens of dollars in gas.

Song Qingyun laughed and said, "If you think of me, just squeeze me. It's not lonely if someone speaks on the road."

A basket of potatoes costs only how much, it can save travel expenses, and it doesn’t have to be as hard as riding a bike on the road, and everyone was happy.

With a shout, they took off the bamboo baskets and stuffed them into Song Qingyun's car.

Even the luggage rack on the roof was full.

After eating hot fermented rice dumplings, everyone was crowded in the car and set off.

Because there was frost on the ground, the car drove slowly. Everyone had just dug potatoes out of the ground, and their feet were covered with yellow mud, which made the car messy. The funniest thing was an old man named Chen Guoqing who directly scraped the mud on the soles of his feet with the car door.

Song Qingyun didn't care, and even thought this method was good, so he scraped it.

After more than a month in the village, he has completely integrated into Hongshi Village. He has become more free and casual, more cheerful, and less pretentious.

Looking back on his self when he first arrived here, Song Qingyun felt unhappy.

The folk customs here are very simple and the villagers are very nice. It is so comfortable to work in Hongshi Village!

Everyone in the car was smoking, there were cigarettes, leaf cigarettes, and the eyes were irritating.

Song Qingyun couldn't stand it a little, so he opened the car window and was trembling with cold: "I'm cold, I'm so cold that my hands are stiff."

A villager smiled and said, "Secretary Song, hold on for a while, and it will be hot when the sun comes out. Then the sun will make you take off your clothes."

He said that the climate here is strange. Because of the high altitude and strong ultraviolet rays, in autumn and winter, you see the sun. When you are exposed to the sun, you are so hot that you sweat all over and want to wear short sleeves. But when you reach the cool place, the cold wind blows, and you don’t wear down jackets or jackets, you can lie down in the hospital.

Song Qingyun nodded: "Yes, this climate is suitable for growing fruits. The quality of agricultural products is also good. As long as everyone is willing to work hard and use their brains, it makes no sense if they are poor."

After Gong Zhenxin came back, the garbage room was quickly built so that the plastic bags would not be blown away by the wind.

Song Qingyun discussed with Secretary Gong and Liu Yonghua, and then referred to the suggestions of Liu Shuqing, agronomist of the Agriculture and Rural Affairs Bureau, and decided to promote fruit cultivation in the village.

The temperature difference between day and night here is large, which is suitable for crop sugar accumulation.

Because of the long growth period of cherries, people have never grown this thing before, so Song Qingyun only mobilized two poor households to pay for fertilizer and let them pilot it.

More people plant pears, plums, and peaches. More than a dozen households have been developed. Farmers are still accustomed to growing things they are familiar with, and their concepts cannot be reversed for a while.

The scale of fruit planting is not large, they are all in the fields or hillside wastelands, and do not occupy farmland. After all, it takes four years for fruits to grow seedlings to bear fruit for the first time. The cycle is too long, and you can't count on this short period of poverty alleviation.

Four years later, Song Qingyun probably wasn't in Hongshi Village, so naturally he couldn't see the fragrance of fruits and melons.

The same thing is true, success does not have to be with me, just be loyal to my duties and have a clear conscience.

In contrast, Song Qingyun attaches more importance to Chen Xin’s chicken farm. The breeding industry is short and fast, and the results can be seen in a few months. It can drive one party to get rich, but the amount of funds required is too large.

The chicks on Chen Xin's side are already very large.

It has been more than ten days since the chickens were sold to him and raised for another month. The chickens were fed with feed. The little guys were getting older and bigger day by day and had already grown their tails. The largest one was already seven taels, an average of half a pound per catty.

Everyone who went to his house to see was amazed and said that this chicken was Nezha. Seeing that the wind was growing, we might as well raise it.

But when I heard that feed costs so much money every day, I gave in.

Chen Xin was also concerned about the more than 5,000 chicken seedlings, and no one died yet.

However, as the temperature drops, death will inevitably occur, and I don’t know how much it can be cultivated. Song Qingyun didn’t realize that he was worried about him.

In the end, if you can keep 80% of them, you will be considered successful.

Chen Changqing still went to Chen Xin's house from time to time, just like a fly, which would make people feel annoying.

Several times Chen Xin's mother had an attack, but Chen Xin and his son were persuaded to stop him, saying that anyway, the family had to eat vegetables and tofu every day, and adding a pair of chopsticks would not cost much money.

The Chen Xin family is now at the end of their lives, and they are almost borrowing rice from their neighbors to put it into the pot. Their rice is also mixed with a lot of corn crumbs, which makes them lose their throats.

Due to poor nutrition and lack of sleep, Chen Xin lost weight, with protruding cheekbones and messy hair.

This is not the most difficult time.

The most difficult thing is that one month later, the chickens grow wings and become adults, and they are divided into cages. The feed they feed and the feces they need to be cleaned every day are just a hill. By that time, Chen Xin's family had no labor force, so naturally they could not go to work.

It will take a while before the hen lays the eggs.

Only by clearing the clouds and seeing the moon bright.

...

The car drove for two hours and finally entered the city.

Song Qingyun sent the villagers to the free market, helped them unload the goods, and went to wash the car.

It was already eight o'clock in the morning, and it was just enough to go to work after washing.

"Song Qingyun, is it you? I heard you went to the village?" A voice came from a small bun in surprise.

When Song Qingyun saw that it turned out to be Xiao Zhao from the Industrial Zone Management Committee.

"Ah, it's you. I heard you have gone to the countryside, and it's still far away."

"Yes, I've been sent."

The two used to play together and had a good relationship. They hadn't seen each other for half a year and were particularly intimate.

Xiao Zhao is an activist who is the key to training in the unit. He was sent to a village on the plateau six hours away as the first secretary, and his face turned red like a rotten apple.

He is a man who talks a lot and loves to say strange things in front of familiar people.

While waiting for the car washing, the two exchanged experiences in the village.

Xiao Zhao said: "It's so bad that bad people come from poor mountains and bad waters. Some people just can't stand the walls."

Song Qingyun thought of Chen Changqing and sighed: "Yes, some people have to support their ambitions before helping poverty and change their worldview first."

"It's really not a good idea to eat a chicken with two ounces. I've encountered such hungry things."

Xiao Zhao said that his village is in a plateau forest pastoral area, and there is no harvest in farming. If the households with a card want to get rid of poverty, they can only rely on the breeding industry.

He got more than 30 lambs for the villagers, but in the end... he was eaten up in one go.

You can eat it. The most annoying thing is that the villagers think that the lamb has no meat and only eats the lamb's brain, so they throw away everything else.

"They are picky about food, they are really particular." Speaking of this, Xiao Zhao was so angry that he shivered: "That fucking! Song Qingyun, compared to me, your Hongshi Village is still simple in the folk customs."

Song Qingyun was speechless: "What a fuck!"

After washing the car, go to work.

Then I went home from get off work and cooked.

In Hongshi Village for two months, Song Qingyun was reborn and was used to cooking by herself. At least she was more hygienic than the restaurant outside.

As he was eating, the phone rang. Song Qingyun saw that it was Chen Xin: "Chen Xin, I am Song Qingyun, what's the matter?"

The voice over there was hesitation: "Secretary Song, can you lend me two hundred... no, three hundred yuan... no, no, it's not that there is an urgent need for the chicken farm. I'm in the xxx hotel in the city and I don't have money to pay the bill. I can't say I'll be detained. Secretary, please help me."

"Ah, you are so poor that you are still eating and drinking in the restaurant, eating three hundred yuan a meal?" Song Qingyun looked at the bowl of noodles he had just cooked that he had not even put in the sauce. He was furious.
Chapter completed!