Song Qingyun: "Can it be used to protect the soil?"

Scientist Liu interrupted: "Brother Huang is right. The roots of cherry trees are well developed and drought-resistant. Its main origin is the South American plateau, which is a high-altitude crop. The best thing is that after dozens of generations of cultivation, the plants have been dwarfed and the wood is tight, so they are not afraid of being blown by strong winds. It is best to use them to green the barren mountains and maintain the soil and water."

In this way, Secretary Xiao Song was relieved. He had a little concern, which was the cost.

He was very depressed. He only had more than 1,000 yuan in his special poverty alleviation funds, and he would not get new funds in the foreseeable future.

Speaking of this, he really envies those poverty alleviation cadres who come from higher authorities. They bring their own special funds. How much does it cost to build roads in your village? No problem; how much does it cost to build a project? How much does it cost to 500,000 yuan?

If people have different lives and different platforms, there is nothing we can do about it.

Liu Shuqing: "Do you want to ask the cost question?"

Song Qingyun: "Those who know me are scientists Liu."

Liu Shuqing: "You are really miserable, so let me tell you, it depends on the size of the plant. Generally, there are two centimeters and four centimeters and two centimeters, and the variety depends on the variety. Take the medium-to-high variety and is very popular among consumers on the market. Two centimeters of four pieces per plant, and four centimeters of eight yuan per plant."

Song Qingyun: "Is there any difference?"

At this time, Huang Ming interrupted: "Nonsense, the heights are different, and the fruit period is not much. Four centimeters are probably going to be taken away by two centimeters a year earlier, and money will be seen one year earlier."

Liu Shuqing: "Yes, brother Huang Ming, your homemade corn wine tastes good, let's have a glass of it."

"What kind of winemaking in my family knows? If I had this skill, I would have made a fortune until now? This is bought from the bamboo flower convenience store." Huang Ming disliked Song Qingyun, hated the house and the black house, and raised the old Liu's leverage.

When Song Qingyun heard the price, he was disappointed and murmured: "It's still too expensive, I can't grow much. It's boring, it's boring."

"What's it boring? What are you thinking?" Scientist Liu was very upset when he saw Song Qingyun's lack of interest: "One acre of land can plant about fifty seedlings. Didn't you say that you have more than 1,000 yuan in poverty alleviation funds? How could you get five or six acres? Based on your hydrological and climatic conditions, I guess the yield per mu can reach 4,000 kilograms."

"Ah, there are only fifty plants per acre, and the yield per acre is 4,000 kilograms. I thought I would have to plant hundreds or thousands of plants per acre?" Song Qingyun's spirit suddenly shook.

Liu Shuqing laughed: "This is planting trees. Do you think it's planting wheat, and there are still thousands of plants. Song Qingyun, are you talking about crosstalk?"

Now, not only Lao Liu, but also Huang Ming and his family burst into laughter, saying, Secretary Song, you really know nothing about agriculture!

Huang Ming's father even talked about the past when he was a child when he was a child, the educated youth in the village went to the countryside and mistakenly regarded wheat seedlings as leeks and wrapped a pot of wheat seedlings stuffed with dumplings.

Song Qingyun was not angry when everyone teased him. He calculated for a long time in his mind. Because he drank the wine, the wine was probably mixed with alcohol by bamboo flowers, and his mind was a little confused and he couldn't figure it out.

There is no way to take out your phone and calculate it using a computer.

The result is exciting. One acre of cherries requires fifty fruit seedlings, which costs about 200 yuan. But if the fruit is borne, the yield per mu is 4,000 jin. According to the current wholesale price of 21 jin, it is an income of 80,000 yuan.

It's really a small capital and a big profit.

Of course, the biggest effort to do this is to maintain it regularly, which requires a lot of labor and energy. After all, this kind of retail planting is different from greenhouses in other places. Computer controls temperature, humidity and nutrients, and requires manual and fine management.

Fortunately, the poor households in the village don’t have anything else, but they just have more time.

There is also scientific planting methods.

Liu Shuqing said there is no need to worry about this, he can provide technical support.

What does 80,000 mean? Not to mention 80,000, 10,000 can help a family get rid of poverty.

Song Qingyun can still take out the money for this seedling.

He slapped the table excitedly and said to Huang Ming: "Huang Erwa, although your family is very easy, it is also a way to get rich. Otherwise, you can grow this too. Anyway, you are fine at home every day. It would be better to get some side job than to play mahjong."

Huang Erwa was not interested and said that he would not be able to do it if he had no mountains at home. As for farmland, it should be used to grow grain.

Song Qingyun advised him a few words, and it would be fine to see that his family refused.

Yes, without mountains, it is really impossible to plant cherries. As for paddy fields, they are the food for farmers. Moreover, according to Liu Shuqing, it is not suitable to plant fruit trees.

Song Qingyun's idea of ​​developing green ecological selenium-rich vegetables was just dispelled. He was complaining that he was not the protagonist of the literary works, and now he has another cherry.

This thing costs more than growing vegetables. This is the real protagonist template. God treats me, Song Qingyun, quite a bit.

Huang Ming's wine was a little bit overwhelmed. Song and Liu drank a lot and returned to the village committee hand in hand.

Scientist Liu occupied Song Qingyun's bed.

Secretary Xiao Song kept his last bit of awakeness and crawled into his car to deal with it all night.

When he woke up, Scientist Liu didn't know when he left, and swept all Song Qingyun's snacks and drinks, making Comrade Song hungry.

He didn't wake up from a hangover and had no appetite, so he simply refused to eat it.

At this time, I happily ran to the village committees and the two committees: "Secretary Song, Secretary Song, let's go."

“Where to go?”

"Aren't you going to argue with Lao Dian? You have to make the decision for me. Today you have to criticize that old hooligan."

"But I haven't washed my face and brushed my teeth yet!"

"Cough, it's too late. There are many elderly people in the village who don't wash their faces or brush their teeth. No one will laugh at you."

"Is this a thing that I'm afraid of jokes? The key is that I feel uncomfortable. Also, I, a young man, have to pay attention to my image."

During the process of personal hygiene, Leyi kept standing by his side and urging him, which made Song Qingyun very embarrassed.

He is still not used to the lack of distance among the villagers.

After hygiene, I drank a glass of boiled water and became energetic, but I was hungry.

Leyi is a woman who will avenge her revenge. She has no idea about taking revenge overnight. How can she let Secretary Xiao Song eat slowly and pull him to hurry all the way.

After walking between the two places, they arrived at the territory of the fourth group and stopped in front of a small green tiled house with thorns as the wall.

This is the home of Lao Dian Gong Honggao.

The house is a bit dilapidated. It can be seen that the economic conditions of Gong Honggao's family are not very good, and they can only be considered to be low-end in the village.

Song Qingyun was busy visiting poor households some time ago. He only met Gong Honggao once and said a few words in the scene, but the two were not familiar with each other.

It is late summer now, and the thorny walls are full of yellow flowers, which look beautiful. Coupled with the tile house of Laodian, it is in line with the city people's imagination of pastoral scenery.

"Old Dian, Old Dian." Leyi shouted a few times at the gate of the courtyard, but the people inside ignored it.
Chapter completed!