695 680. Plant Something In The Coming Year (1/5)

Chapter 695 680. Plant something for the coming year (15)

Wang Bo was hesitating whether to leave or not. The atmosphere was really bad at the beginning, and it was embarrassing for him to stay here.

But surrounded by Rob, Mundo and others, he had no choice but to move forward. People on both sides hooked up with him, half pushed and half actively, and he walked into the villa.

The big fat Han Sula followed behind dejectedly, and someone was also hugging him and talking in a low voice, trying to comfort him.

These farmers were quite nervous, and what happened just now seemed nothing to them. Wang Bo felt a little grudged, but looking at the other farmers, they didn't seem to take the fight between the two of them seriously.

He walked into the house with the crowd, and there were more than a dozen people inside, so there were thirty or forty people in total, which was more than the cars at the door.

Apparently the conflict just now had alarmed the people in the room, and a bearded man saw them coming in and asked, "What's going on? It seems like there's a fight outside? Sura, you irritable bastard, you must have caused trouble!" "

"Sura who deserves a beating, this name is not for nothing! Haha!"

"Xue Te, Sean, you are the bastard who deserves to be beaten!" The fat man immediately stared and became aggressive again.

Luo Bo didn't want to entangle this topic, he clapped his hands to attract everyone's attention, and said, "It's nothing, it's inevitable that we need to get used to it when we first met, the main reason is that Sura was fucked by a dog, so we messed around outside."

"Did you get fucked by a dog?"

"Sura wants to change her nickname? Sulla who was killed by a dog? Haha!"

"Fa-ke squid!" The fat man raised his middle finger and scolded everywhere.

The little parrot flapped its wings and said contemptuously: "Ah, dog-day! Ah, strong man Risula!"

Wang Bo turned his head and stared, and said in a low voice, "Stop swearing, be honest!"

The army commander curled his beak, bent his neck in dissatisfaction, and wanted to stuff his head into the wings, but the gray parrot has a short neck and couldn't stuff it in, and almost stretched its neck...

Then there was another wave of introductions. More than 30 farmers, some with first names, some with surnames, and some with nicknames. Old Wang couldn’t remember even if he had a good memory, so he could only remember a general idea.

The living room is full of smoke. Although New Zealand has been advocating a smoking ban, it is definitely impossible, especially for farmers and ranchers, smoke is life.

Lao Wang doesn't smoke, but he knows that cigarettes are a bridge to communicate feelings, so he takes out one and puts it in his mouth at any time after entering the house.

He didn't need to compromise with these farmers, but as a mature person, he must have the awareness to do as the Romans do.

The house has no heating system, only air-conditioning, and the fireplace in the hall is always burning, and there is a hanging coffee pot on the campfire, which emits aroma.

Wang Bo sniffed it, and found that the aroma was really ordinary, far worse than the coffee brewed by his home Lingquan.

After getting acquainted with each other, the farmers didn't bother about what they said before. This is one of the rural cultures of New Zealand. Most farmers and farmers have the same personality as their clothes, rough and rough.

Under Mondo's guidance, the topic turned to Wang Bo: "Dude, what are you planning to plant in spring? Are you still the same as old Wensi?"

When he bought the farm and ranch, Lao Wang knew that Wensi used to grow pasture, soybeans, corn and malting wheat, all of which were large-scale plantations.

His approach is a typical New Zealand farm management model. A small number of large farms account for most of the total sales of agricultural products, and the products are simplistic. Generally, small farms only produce one or two products, while larger ones produce three or four.

Wang Bo pondered for a moment. To be honest, he hadn't figured it out yet. He was not a qualified farmer.

Mondo enthusiastically suggested: "Wang, don't follow the example of old Wen Si. Why do you plant so many things? We are only a medium-sized ranch. It is more profitable to plant two kinds of things than to plant multiple varieties."

According to statistics, three-quarters of New Zealand's farms worth more than $500,000 produce fewer than three types of products.

Not only for unified management, but also for better sales.

Farmers in New Zealand are not only farmers, but also entrepreneurs. On the one hand, they have to engage in agricultural production, and on the other hand, they have to find suitable markets for the large amount of agricultural products they produce and seek better prices.

Multiple development is the traditional way of thinking of the Vance family. They are not like New Zealanders but more like Chinese. They like to develop steadily and don't like to put all their eggs in one basket.

Wang Bo rubbed his chin and said, "This year, I may change my thinking, such as planting some vegetables. As you know, organic vegetables are becoming more and more popular now."

Mondo nodded, and said: "This is a good way. I also plan to open up a piece of land for vegetable cultivation, but damn, I don't have the technology, and I have to buy new machines. Maybe this is not a good way."

It’s hard to turn around if the boat is too big, and it’s hard to lose its tail. For a reason, once these farms decide to plant cash crops, they will have to do it for many years after that, because New Zealand farms rely too much on machinery, and different crops require different machinery for sowing and harvesting. .

Others started discussing, and the bearded man muttered, "I still want to grow grain. I just built two 60-ton grain storage tanks last year, and it cost me 40,000 yuan."

Someone sighed: "I also want to grow vegetables, but the financial pressure is too great. Chinese, do you plan to grow vegetables at all? Then you have to invest millions?"

"One million is not enough, at least two million. How big is his farm? My cousin's farm is only 200 acres, and it cost 900,000 to convert it into a vegetable farm."

Wang Bo also knows that organic agricultural products are suitable for small farms. It is true that these agricultural products do not need to use chemical fertilizers and pesticides after they are terminated, saving labor and labor.

However, in the later stage, simple processing is required, and then put on the market, and the price is several times higher than that of ordinary vegetables to make a profit.

These jobs cannot be fully mechanized, and labor has to be hired during the period, and labor costs in New Zealand are very expensive. Small farms can be done by family members. The farm is too large and employs too many workers, so the profit margin is not so great.

Wang Bo knew this, so he only imagined it, because the vegetable garden he planted in the past year produced a large number of vegetable seeds for him after autumn.

These seeds must be improved varieties, and it would be a waste not to plant them, but if they were planted, he would have no time to take care of them, and the Heart of the Ranch couldn't take care of such a long distance.

So, listening to everyone's discussion, he was silent for a while and said, "If I really can't decide what to plant, I might lease the land out."

Farm leasing is very common in New Zealand. In addition to their own land, many large farmers also rent land to make production and sales more contractual. Expansion of production by renting land is a good way to reduce debt crisis and agricultural production risks.