“It’s really not easy to farm.”

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Li Dong calculated his own investment and dialed out the public grain that he had to hand over to the country, the reserved grain from the production team and the brigade, and left his own grain. If he calculated the last acre of six cents of land without changing the coarse grain, it would be enough for the family of three to eat with Wumei, the apprentice.

This is not what Li Dong’s food coupon subsidies are. What’s the point of farming? It’s not enough to make money at all.

Even if you include dry fields, if Li Dong sells grain together, the extra money for a year is about a hundred yuan. This is a good harvest.

"No, I will harvest the corn tomorrow and try to make fun of the bacteria."

Yesterday I went to the commune to call Professor Zhong, who had already urged him to see what Li Dong had done.

After packing up and taking a shower, I read the book for a while before going to bed. The next morning, the family of four, and a Sumen antler led a cart to the cornfield on the hillside.

"Go on, don't run around."

"When did Genggu follow me?"

Li Dong glanced at Genggu, who had no hair on his butt, so ugly.

"Don't make trouble."

Li Dong cut off the corn pole with a hatchet. This thing is so good. He turned around and saved it. He could feed pigs and sheep in winter.

"I have to make a crusher." Although the guillotine can be used, it is too tiring and it takes time.

"The tender and the old are separated."

The tender ones can be cooked for a while, and can be kept in the refrigerator and frozen. It can also be eaten in winter. Although the taste is not as good as fresh, there are fewer things in winter. It is very good to eat corn with a bite. Li Dong plans to take some back to the farm.

Jingyi and Gao Jia liked to eat the corn they brought back last time, but Li Dong didn’t like sweet corn. When he went back to plant corn, he bought some glutinous corn seeds, and asked the people at the Agricultural Technology Station if the corn can be kept.

The seeds that cannot be kept are too annoying. No wonder some seed companies are so big. They cannot keep them in the seeds. They have to buy new seeds every year. The price of seeds is not comparable to food, and it is possible that they are ten times more expensive or even higher.

I broke the corn and chopped the poles. In the morning, the family was busy. I made some food at noon, and I worked hard for another afternoon. Finally, I got it almost done. Several trucks were transported back and forth from the corn to the cob.

"Dongzi's corn harvest is really good this year."

"If it's not a disaster for the wild boar, that's really amazing."

"That's right? I look more than my family. This is not considered a disaster for wild boars."

Li Dong murmured in his heart that these corn seeds will definitely change across time and space, not to mention the sweetness, but the yield is extremely high. Most corn cobs are three or four taels, and half a pound is large.

A small part of the land was acre of three parts, and a small part of it was a disaster, but the disaster was not serious. Li Dong didn't count how many corn cobs he broke, and pulled several trucks back and forth, and the family of four worked hard for a day but couldn't finish it.

"Dada, you're back."

"Have you counted?"

Li Dong called a little kid to help count the corn cob, wanting to see how the yield is and estimate it.

Generally, if the corn good in later generations can reach 1,000 kilograms, Li Dong estimated that his cornfield is no worse than in later generations. Thinking about it, it is expected that the seeds will change and yield high.

"Now there are five thousand, and there is no counting here."

Xiaojuan held the paper and pen in her hand and counted it down. She heard Li Dong ask and point at the remaining large baskets and said.

Li Dong thought about it and said that this guy could not go up to him by six thousand.

"How's the count?"

Not only Li Dong is concerned, but many people are very curious. Li Dong's family produces corn. "Now there are more than 5,000."

"It's more than five thousand, and the corn has a cob, but it's more than three liang. If you count it, it's two thousand jin."

“There are still some in the field.”

Li Dongxin said that if you were not harmed, you might have to have a thousand corn on the cob. If you have dried corn, you will definitely have to have a thousand pounds of dried corn. Fresh corn will be at least 2,050 yuan.

"Good guy."

When everyone heard that the Korean soldiers calculated that they would say less than 100 kilograms per acre of land, it would be a disaster for wild boars, otherwise it would not be one thousand two or three. When did corn yield such a high yield? I didn’t hear that even though I heard it.

Why are these corn seeds so good? Everyone is tempted. But yesterday Li Dong said that the seeds may not be used, which makes some people wonder how to fix them, with such high yields. "Dongzi, are these corn seeds expensive to buy?"

“Not cheap.”

Li Dong smiled bitterly. "It's mainly not easy to do too much."

"That's the reason."

Such a good seed is definitely not cheap and difficult to make. "Everyone can try it first. If you can keep it, it's the best."

"Yes, yes, yes, Dongzi will leave me a few pounds."

"My family also gets a few pounds."

The yield is too high. Whoever doesn’t like it? Besides, everyone likes sweet corn very much. I can’t eat much sweet food these days. Whose corn doesn’t taste grain? It’s not as sweet as the corn grown by Li Dong.

Many little kids like to sneak into Li Dong’s corn field to pick up corn. Li Dong doesn’t care about this little corn. Usually, every family in the village knows that Li Dong likes to eat glutinous corn and gives it a lot. "Aunt Chuanhua, please put some back. I heard that Gao Qin likes to eat sweet corn. These tender ones are just cooked."

"Enough is enough."

“Decorate more, there are so many.”

Li Dong gave a lot of them, at least two or three hundred kilograms, so he didn't care about this little corn. "This kid."

"Get some corn slurry next year."

When Li Dong thought that he brought the small stone mill himself, he really used it. The sweet corn was not delicious. It was ground into corn slurry and filtered some and cooked. It tasted good. Several children liked it very much.

He made another corn baking and Li Dong gave some to Wuma and Liuye's family.

"It's almost done today."

"Wumei, don't go today."

The work of the bamboo weaving factory has just begun this month. Including the National Day and Mid-Autumn Festival six-day holiday, it has been five days since the black plums were used.

"That master, I'm going to work."

"Go."

Sumen Ling was held by Xiaojuan. Not to mention that as long as this building is not facing Li Dong, anyone in the family will be very obedient, which makes Li Dong want to kill him and eat meat immediately.

"Dongzi goes to the ground."

“Go to the ground.”

The rice harvesting in Hanzhuang is almost done, which is much faster than other farms. There are large pieces of land that usually use a harvester. At first, some families still want to save money, and even hesitate about some bamboo weaving work. But when they see others have finished harvesting, the rice is ready in two days and they go to help chop bamboo for the bamboo weaving factory. Each person can get five or six cents a day. More than half of them can figure it out.

In the end, almost half of the large paddy fields used harvesters, and they were not fast enough. Some families used threshers and did not occupy any threshing yards. They were worried that there would be insufficient threshing yards, but this was solved.

"Uncle Guoqiang, today is almost the same, right?"

"It's almost done, there's a small piece."

Passing by the threshing farm, Wu Mi and Liu Ye were wading on the rice. "Miss Wu, have you been drying for two days?"

"But, I can put it away today."

"Dongzi, can you finish packing your corn today, right?"

"This is not sure, there are quite a lot of poles."

"Uncle Dong, I'll cut the pole." Han Xiaohao and the other guys knew that the corn pole of Li Dong's family was sweet. Not to mention them, Li Dong didn't know at first, but after eating it once, he thought that the corn pole was not sweeter than sugarcane and had more water.

"Okay, go all out, the pole tube is enough."

These little guys have nothing to do, and this year the harvester has made great contributions.

He brought a group of little kids to the corn field. Li Dong, a corn pole that was a disaster for wild boar, cut off one person and chewed it first.

"Break the corn on the ground first."

Although it is a big disaster for wild boars, it is obvious that corn has strong vitality and can still grow corn on the cob if it is broken.

With these little kids help, the speed is much faster.

In the morning, the corn cob was broken and the corn pole was cut halfway. Li Dong moved his waist. "Oh, do you have to pull a lot of cars?"

The corn pole is too tall and too strong, and it looks like green sugar cane. Li Dong was helpless. The cart was not big enough, so the corn pole had to be cut off.

"Oh, why is this pole so thick?"

“Maybe the fertilizer is large.”

Li Dong smiled and said, "Uncle Guosheng, try it, this pole is quite sweet."

He pulled a truck of corn cobs and set up some corn poles on it. He passed by the threshing farm and stopped, and everyone tried the poles.

“It’s so sweet.”

"Why is this corn pole so sweet? Dongzi, what kind of fertilizer did you put in your house?"

"Nothing, I'm piled up pig manure."

Li Dong said with a smile. "Everyone tastes it."

"This corn pole is as sweet as honey."

"Dongzi, I'll see that your corn is ready to make some corn candy, it's so sweet."
To be continued...