1994: Vegetable farmers strike back

Chapter 6 What a pity

"You guys are really cutting cabbages!"

At some point, Li Mingkun came to the edge of the field, next to which was his cucumber field. At this moment, he was looking at the cabbages in the basket and smacking his lips.

"These cabbages are too small. If they are cut like this, the yield will be too low. It's a pity."

Chen Jiazhi looked up, his hands still moving. "Old man, don't blame me for not reminding you later. This rain won't stop. Harvest the vegetables early. If they rot, you won't be able to harvest them at all."

Li Mingkun smiled and said, "Oh, thank you in advance. Didn't I tell you earlier? Just apply pesticides."

Chen Jiazhi: "If the rain continues, spraying pesticides may not be enough to prevent it."

"Since when did the scholar care whether it rained or not?"

Li Mingkun said, and went back to work in the cucumber field. After a while, Li Mingkun's wife Bai Yan also came. Both of them were hardworking people.

The four of them exchanged a few words from time to time.

After an unknown amount of time, Chen Jiazhi and Li Xiucai prepared two baskets of bok choy. The vegetables were packed in small boxes and would be put into iron boxes in the evening.

If you put it in now, the food might get hot and start to rot in the middle of the night.

Chen Jiazhi carried two baskets of vegetables on a shoulder pole and walked back. Li Xiu followed him slowly. Along the way, many people saw them picking vegetables and couldn't help asking them questions.

After knowing the truth, they all looked very sorry. Chen Jiazhi advised them to harvest the vegetables, but it made things worse for them. They all said he was a spendthrift.

Even Li Xiu didn't get any good results this time.

Fortunately, Chen Jiazhi walked quickly with the vegetables on his shoulders. Soon he put the vegetables on the dam and found two pieces of cloth to cover them to block out the light.

Then he took two more baskets and prepared to cut the Shanghai greens. At this time, Li Xiu also walked to his side.

"Don't worry about them, just focus on our own things."

Li Xiu rolled his eyes at him and walked towards the field. This field was behind the dormitory and was also long and narrow, about half an acre in size. Half of it was planted with Shanghai green and Chinese cabbage.

However, the Chinese cabbage will be planted later, so Chen Jiazhi wants to wait for two more days.

The main reason is that they are too busy to handle the vegetables. They are too small, which is also a torture for the vegetable pickers. They are busy for most of the day, and there is more and more empty space. As a result, when they look back, they find that they have not even filled a basket of 40 or 50 kilograms of vegetables.

This is Li Xiu's current situation.

"We've already harvested several boxes of vegetables, but there's not even a basket left?"

“There’s not even a basket left.”

"Why is there only so little in the second frame?"

"Jiazhi, it hurts to put these vegetables away!"

Chen Jiazhi: “…”

Generally speaking, the light and temperature in Flower City in March and April are suitable for the growth of leafy vegetables, and it is also the season with the highest yield.

It is not difficult to produce 3000 kilograms per mu of Chinese cabbage and Shanghai green cabbage, but for his vegetable, it would be good if the yield could reach half of this standard.

Chen Jiazhi could already imagine what kind of gossip he would have to face, and felt sorry for Li Xiu for a second.

He was thick-skinned and not afraid of these things. Besides, it was probably difficult to cure the problem of incontinence caused by God. Just after the vegetables were harvested, the rain came again.

Before the rain got heavier, Chen Jiazhi and Li Xiu returned to the house. It was now completely dark and the lights were on in the room.

At this time, fellow villager Qi Yongfeng came over, lifted the cloth that Chen Jiazhi had covered the vegetable basket, looked at the cabbage with a look of discomfort, as if the vegetables belonged to his family.

"Scholar, you are so cruel! You cut and sell such small cabbages. You really don't feel bad at all!" Chen Jiazhi: "Why should I feel bad? Look, it's raining again. Believe me, we should harvest the cabbages tomorrow."

"Go, go, go~" A woman in a short-sleeved shirt came out from the next room, "Scholar, please don't teach our Yongfeng a bad lesson. We can't enjoy your blessing."

"Aunt Juan is right. The blessing of a scholar is beyond the reach of ordinary people."

More and more fellow villagers came out, and from time to time they would go to see Chen Jiazhi's dishes, and the dam was filled with sighs.

Chen Jiazhi didn't care. It wasn't a big deal to just take a look. Such a small matter couldn't be hidden. It was better to be open about it. If something really happened later, don't blame him for not reminding him.

"The people of Flower City are so lucky! Where else can we buy such small and tender vegetables?"

"The vegetables are so small, how much can we harvest from one acre of land? We can't even recover the cost."

"What a loser!"

"Of course not. He's a prodigal son brought up by his whole family. It would be a shame to accept this dish!"

Even Liu Minghua's wife Jia Suzhen went to see him, with a sneer on her face: "Fortunately, my Liu Minghua listens to my advice and obeys me in everything~"

That night, Chen Jiafang did not go out and went to bed early, but her brother-in-law Yi Dinggan went to play cards for a while.

Chen Jiazhi went to bed early because he had to sell vegetables the next morning. He knew that many people wanted to laugh at him, but facts would prove that he was right.

In fact, he has been reminding people all the time, but no one listens, so at most they just focus on preventing and controlling pests and diseases.

In the early morning, around 12:30, Chen Jiazhi got up and went to the dam to pack vegetables, along with several other fellow villagers.

The iron frames are welded very deeply, and one can hold up to 100 kilograms. Chen Jiazhi used three iron frames today. In the end, it was Brother Yi who came out to help and finally hung the iron frames on the back seat.

"Jiazhi harvested a lot of vegetables, probably more than 200 kilograms. It's a pity." The speaker was vegetable farmer Guo Mancang, who was a few years older than him.

"There's nothing to regret." Chen Jiazhi replied casually, then got into the car and disappeared into the night with the vegetable farmers.

After leaving Dongxiang Vegetable Market, we got onto the main road. It was mostly dark outside. Only after crossing Nanpu Bridge and entering Luoxi New City did we see street lights.

Chen Jiazhi also turned off the headlights at this time.

Then comes the most difficult section of the road: Luoxi Bridge.

In the eyes of these vegetable farmers, Huacheng is not as good as Shanghai. One of the reasons is that there are too many bridges, and they are all arch bridges, which are steep and long. You have to push hard when going uphill, and be careful to brake when going downhill.

After pushing the car for nearly a kilometer, Chen Jiazhi's clothes were already soaked with sweat, and the air was very hot and humid.

Some people took a break on the way, but I remember a fellow vegetable farmer who was resting on a bridge was hit and stunned by a flying tire.

Compared to going uphill, going downhill is more dangerous, especially since Chen Jiazhi's brakes are not very effective.

Fortunately, he is tall and can barely touch the ground with his feet to brake. In his previous life, Brother Yi fell so badly while riding his bike, probably because his legs were not long enough.
After crossing the Luoxi Bridge, we rode for another half an hour before arriving at the wholesale market. Under the dim lights, vegetable farmers, vegetable vendors, and buyers all gathered here.

The stall fee is 5 yuan per person, you can set up your stall anywhere, but you have to wait a while for someone to come and clear it.

It was still early and there were many empty seats in the market. Chen Jiazhi parked his bicycle next to his fellow villagers Li Mingkun and Guo Mancang.

Before I even unloaded the vegetables, a vegetable vendor came over with a flashlight to check them out.

"How much are the bok choy and bok choy?"

It was still early, so Chen Jiazhi immediately quoted a high price, "One yuan per pound."

(End of this chapter)