Chapter 124 Manpower Is Sometimes Exhausted (for Subscription)

At the south entrance of Lujia Village, a gust of wind blew up, bringing up a bad smell. Lu Zhenlin frowned tightly as he looked at the garbage piled up on both sides of the road.

Onions are cheap this year. Green onions that are 1.67 meters long cost only three or four cents a catty. No one wants small onions that are 40 to 50 centimeters long. both sides.

In the past two days, the temperature has dropped, and there are no insulation measures such as mounding soil. The onions will freeze when the sky is cold. When the sun comes out at noon and thaws, the onions will quickly rot, and the smell cannot be suppressed.

"Lu Kun!" Lu Zhenlin yelled at the people riding the tricycle: "You and Xiaojun cleaned up the rotten onions here and threw them into the stinky ditch in the south."

He greeted the accountant holding a stack of red paper: "Come on, Lao Li, let's paste it!"

Lu Zhenlin picked up the paste basin, took a broom and brushed the paste on the big tree at the south entrance of the village, took the long strip of red paper from accountant Li, and pasted it on the thick tree trunk.

A line of calligraphy in block letters on red paper - it is strictly forbidden to throw green onions anywhere!

Then, I went to another tree and pasted one.

"Throw the green onions into the stinky ditch in the south!"

After posting these two posters, Lu Zhenlin pinched his waist with both hands and looked at the slogan on the red paper. He didn't move for a while, feeling absurd in his heart. The villagers have worked hard for half a year, and they should use the method of pasting the slogan to prevent them from throwing it around...

Lu Kun and Xiaojun put on big masks, loaded the rotten onions into the tricycle, and headed south.

Lu Zhenlin and Accountant Li continued to put up notices from the village head to the village, not to stop throwing shallots everywhere, and it didn't take long for the village to be so smelly that no one could enter.

It has been learned in the past that the streets are covered with a layer of rotten onion mud three to four centimeters thick, which can't stop the stench even in winter.

When it was posted in the middle of Jijie Street, Lu Zhenlin saw someone coming out of the house carrying a large pile of 40-50 cm long shallots, and quickly shouted: "Liu Zi, don't throw it on the street, throw it into the river!"

The six sons responded, and pushed a cart out from the house. The green onions were packed in the cart, and they planned to throw them into the Qingzhao River.

"Third Uncle." The six sons glanced at the slogan posted by Lu Zhenlin: "It's not a good idea to just post these. Our village still has hundreds of thousands of catties of green onions. The dealers who came to collect them today only give 30% to 50%..."

Lu Zhenlin sighed: "Is there any way to do this? I planted more this year, and the harvest was bumper. When planting, I told you to be careful and take it easy. No one will listen."

The six sons were dejected: "I also want to earn more income. Two of my family are in school and two are old. I don't want to make money. What should I do?"

Lu Zhenlin was silent for a while, and said: "Six, if you come to collect them again, sell them as soon as you can. It's better than not even the dealers taking them away. This year's market is like this, and it's a bit of a return."

The six sons cried and said, "Three acres of green onions, what's the matter if you lose the money you earned for half a year outside?"

Lu Zhenlin has already held three meetings in the village, and the loudspeaker shouts every day, but this kind of thing can't be forced, most people want to keep it in mind, what if the price can be raised later?

Qingzhao produces sweet onions, but local people rarely eat green onions, such as pancake rolls with green onions or green onions dipped in sauce, which are very popular in the outside world. People in Qingzhao seldom eat them. Green onions are not the main dish, and internal consumption is limited.

Lu Zhenlin went all the way to the north, and when he encountered anyone throwing onions casually, he would pack them up and throw them into the river.

Upstream chemical plants discharge sewage, and villages along the river throw garbage. This has been the biggest use of Qingzhao River in the past ten years.

"Hey..." Accountant Li panicked: "Lao Lu, why is it so difficult to plan food in the fields? When the market is good, the harvest is short! The harvest is bumper, and the market bottoms out."

Lu Zhenlin found a stone in front of the door, sat down to rest, and said, "I called Lao Ba, he knows a lot of people, and see if he can contact the acquisition company."

He told the truth: "With such a big green photo, there is no formal company engaged in the trade of green onions. It all depends on people coming to collect it, and it will be over if there is a little trouble."

There are some things and words that cannot be said. Lu Zhenlin can only manage the one-third of an acre of land in Lujia Village.

But there are too many things that cannot be solved in the Lu family village.

Lu Zhenlin repeated the old saying: "If our village wants to get rid of this unfavorable situation, we have to develop a sideline business. I went out a few days ago, read a lot, and considered several industries. Try to settle it before the year, and do it in the spring of the next year!"

"Okay!" Accountant Li fully agreed, the only way to get food and clothing in the field.

If you want to get rich, build roads first. The government has built roads to the entrance of the village, so you have to think about getting rich yourself.

The sudden sound of Jialing motorcycles came from the south. Someone wearing a military overcoat and a helmet came from the south with a trailer on his bike and stopped in front of Lu Zhenlin and Accountant Li to say hello.

After shouting at someone, Lu Dong looked at the slogan posted on the wall, but didn't know what to say.

From University Town to Lujia Village, onions can be seen everywhere along the way, and the smell of onions began to ferment in the air. Even he, who was used to smelling it since he was a child, wore a mask specially.

Lu Dong asked: "Third Grandpa, are there still many people in our village who haven't sold?"

Lu Zhenlin's thick brows soon became pimples of worry: "If you see the opportunity early, you can sell it for six or seven hundred yuan per mu, and you can sell it as soon as possible, and you still have some hope that the price will increase, so you get it out and take it home for storage. The market is getting lower, the lower the price Not willing to sell."

Accountant Li shook his head: "It's too difficult for farmers to earn money."

Lu Zhenlin had already looked at Lu Dong differently, and said: "When you are in the market in the university city, be more careful. When you encounter onion dealers, ask more about the price. If you have a suitable one, you will bring it back. Our village still has more than 100,000 catties, and you can't sell it. , have a bad New Year."

Lu Dong replied: "Understood."

Back to the old street to move the goods, Lu Dong was also thinking about this issue. There are also many people who grow onions on the old street, and there are many people who have not sold them and waited for the price to increase.

Like Aunt Seven, she only planted two acres of land.

Lu Dong was moving the goods, so he thought of some useful information. Later, Qingzhao planted green onions with a wider area and a larger output, but the price was generally stable. On the one hand, large-scale planting reduced costs, and on the other hand, it seemed to open a new market.

Close to Taidong's overseas market.

Thinking back carefully, Lu Dong seems to have heard people say more than once that Taidong scallions were exported a lot later, and with government subsidies and the lowest-priced insurance as a base, the planting area has been expanding.

He heard a story that he didn’t know if it was true or not. It was said that a person from Qingzhao’s onion village went to Japan for a trip. He saw a particularly beautiful and inexpensive rectangular box at the duty-free shop at the airport, and bought it as a souvenir. When I came back to the village, someone who knew English found that it said "Meide Yincha Enna", so I quickly opened it and saw that there were six green onions with the green onions cut off. Take it out and have a bite. onion!

This shows from the side that Qingzhaoscallion has opened up the Japanese and Korean markets.

Import and export trade is not something that ordinary people can do. Quan Qingzhao does not have a formal green onion trading company or cooperative.

When Lu Dong returned to the University City, he wondered if there was any company engaged in the export trade of green onions at this stage, but he was blank about it.

Maybe you can ask Lao Du? Lao Du's family is in business, do you know anyone in this field?

Just ask.

Lu Dong returned to the University City, finished unloading the car with Qiao Weiguo, went to the public phone booth and called Du Xiaobing. As expected, Du Xiaobing was spending time at the Art Academy, and came to the market after receiving the call.

"Old Du, have we become a 24-hour babysitter?" Lu Dong handed him a Maza.

Sitting opposite Lu Dong, Du Xiaobing said, "It's not such an exaggeration, 12 hours at most."

Lu Dong asked: "Has it been almost half a year? Are you still not letting go?"

Du Xiaobing said politely: "With sincerity, gold and stone can be opened." He looked at the stall, and found that Lu Dong's table occupied two big stalls, and asked: "The girl who sells tofu brains quits?"

"I'm going to get married, so I quit." Lu Dong turned to the topic: "Old Du, you are from Quannan, and you have a wide range of people. Do you know anyone who is engaged in import and export trade?"

He roughly told Du Xiaobing about the scallions.

Du Xiaobing shook his head: "I'll ask my cousin." He just did what he said, took out his mobile phone and made a call, hung up after a while, and said: "My cousin has asked someone to ask, and I will call back later."

Lu Dong asked, "The cousin who lent you the money?"

Du Xiaobing said with a smile: "I'm just a cousin. After graduation, I will start my own business."

The two chatted for a while, when Du Xiaobing's cell phone rang, and he quickly hung up after connecting, and said to Lu Dong, "My cousin knows a few friends who do import and export trade, but they don't do agricultural products."

Lu Dong said: "This matter is not easy to handle. Quan Qingzhao doesn't know how many scallions can't be sold."

Du Xiaobing felt a little sympathetic: "Listen to you, it's really hard for farmers."

"It's not easy in the city and in the countryside." Lu Dong thought of the general environment of this era: "There are also a lot of laid-off workers in the city. As long as the countryside is willing to do it, at least they can be self-sufficient..."

After Du Xiaobing left, Lu Dong called Director Zhao to see if there was any channel for Yang Liewen.

"I can't help it. The boss has been worrying about the food recently." Director Zhao said on the phone: "Green photos of green onions, Ningxiu is authentic. Ningxiu is the largest producer of green onions, and two-thirds of the green onions in the town cannot be sold. go out."

Lu Dong knew that Yang Liewen had no way out, so he said a few words and hung up the phone.

Later, he called Fang Yan, Brother Niu, and Tang Wei. Brother Niu knew someone who was involved in the import and export of agricultural products, and he also asked for help. They said that the order for green onions was already full.

Fang Yan also asked a few questions on the basis of connections, and the scallions for foreign trade in agricultural products have long since been harvested.

Lu Dong asked all the places he could ask, and the people or companies who entrusted them to ask questions have long since stopped accepting onions.

Through Director Zhao, he knew that the town and the county had made a lot of efforts, but the effect was better than nothing.

In such an environment, some things are really beyond the reach of human beings.

After inquiring for three consecutive days without any results, Lu Dong fully realized one thing. A considerable part of Qingzhao's scallions this year might be about to rot.

At the booth, Lao Liu came over and asked, "Lu Dong, do you grow onions at home?"

Lu Dong said: "No, I asked for the villagers." He knew that Lao Liu had noticed it these two days, and asked, "Have you planted it in your family? Have you sold it?"

"No." Old Liu rolled up his sleeves in the cold wind: "I haven't sold it for a long time, and no one will accept it."

He knew what Lu Dong was doing when he was not busy recently, so he said, "Lu Dong, manpower is sometimes exhausted."

Lu Dong repeated this sentence: "Manpower is sometimes exhausted, indeed."

Sometimes, you can't overestimate your abilities too much.