Earlier in the day, a student who i had taught less than two semesters previously contacted me to contract the nearly 100 acres of land that we lost in front of our village to plant goldmelon。
The vast majority of those fields, although they were in front of our village, are not our village, but are located a few miles away from our village in the grand dragon village. Over the past two decades, many employers have come to see that they want to rent for cultivation or farming. People who do not want to grow or rent to others, let them grow grass and become nests and gardens for rats。
I didn't go out to work until i started talking. He contracted more than 80 acres of abandoned land in the village of liangjin of the western union village council and hired people to grow goldmelon. When he picks up the goldmelons, he hires people for $100 a day。
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I'm surprised at the persistence and courage of this naughty kid。
He was not a pointer in the class, he was thin, and his academic grades were medium. Because his family wasn't so good, he went to work early. He likes to be a pretty, smart, bright, good-learning and good-paying team leader. It's about toad-eating swan. But he did not believe in evil, and insisted on his devotion to the goddess in his heart while he was working. Then he moved his heart, and held the beautiful one back as he wished. This is an act of exasperation and joy on the part of even my apathy. I even recall a word that was created by the former sage: "girls and daughters." that's a good word。
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When i heard about the goldmelon, i suddenly remembered one of my sister's students, liang rao fai. It has been reported that last year they contracted abandoned fields and planted dozens of acres of goldmelons in changchun village of the ganse village council. His father and my father know each other, and sometimes zhang zianyu can talk together. According to my sister, uncle yu once complained to her: “sensei, the boy raffi planted dozens of acres of goldmelon. After planting, my two parents went to yangjiang to work and asked me to run it for him. I'm going back to work when the epidemic is over, and i have fish ponds and chicken ducks, and i'm dead!"
Listen to me and worry about the sale of raphyle's goldmelons, and laugh, saying that he was a classmate of his high school, that he was the one who advised him to do it, and that he bought more than 30 acres of it, and that he bought it。
It was also said that so many goldmelons were far from sufficient to supply the market. He intends to contract more land to grow goldmelons, and he wants to start more farmers to grow together, and he is responsible for buying them。
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Honestly, i'm glad. Over the years, the raffie family has caught fish, the chicken ducks have grown big, the fruits are ripe, the dogs have been killed in partnership, and my sister has been informed, and my family has benefited. The two families are not relatives, but are no worse than relatives. I'm really happy for them。
He was also a naughty boy. He came to my house with his sister for a year, and his brothers and sisters had a fight, and he was criticized and walked home without care. That's another village council with a mountain water stream of 10 miles apart. I had to take his brothers home with a motorcycle. But when he was of age, he was a hard-working youth, and he was not stubborn. In previous years, he had worked in eun ping's factory and had to go home every day to feed his parents to ducks and fish. At the end of last year, when he had hired men to plant dozens of acres of goldmelons, the husband and the wife had arrived in the neighbouring city of yangjiang to work, and he would still take the time to come home and look after the goldmelons with his father。
I remember chen yuning, who used to go out with my brother to install water and electricity. Ning is from the low-shang village (now known as red light village) opposite our village, where my grandmother's house is two metres apart from a treaty. In recent years, his wife had preferred not to go out to work, but to farm at home. He went to work with my brother when he was busy and went back to work, and then he grew a farm with his wife in the village. Not only did he grow his own land, but others found it abandoned. We had two acres of rice fields next to their village, and they couldn't take care of it. We also did so that he could visit my aged grandmother and ask him to call us in time if he saw my grandmother。
It was said that ning had calculated in detail that if he had hired help in the fields, incubation, fertilizer, pesticides and harvests, and the money for the purchase of fertilizers and seeds and pesticides, there was nothing left to grow the fields, so that all the work was done by the husband and the wife. The money saved with their sweat is their labour profits. They have calculated that each year the farm earns more than they earn from work outside. And he smiled, and he said, "the tillers, the farmers, are busy with those days, and most of the time is free. Instead of stepping on the grass, the harvester was used, and when the harvest was done, someone came to buy the rice, packed the pounds, and didn't even have to suntan. I've been working since i was a kid. Why bother? Isn't it hard to work outside?"
I am a man who has been plowing the fields for 40 years, and the plowers have a profound experience. Listening to him so lightly, i must admit that i am not as optimistic as he is。
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I thought of a famous phrase: “the world is yours and ours, but ultimately it is yours. You young people are booming, like the sun at 8 or 9 a. M. I hope it's on you."
I have met the qur'an, liang ra'hui and chen yu ning, who are energetic, but humble and cautious. I'm sure they didn't do it deliberately in front of me。
For my country, for the future, these young people are like the sun at 8 or 9 a. M. To make me happy。
Over the past two decades, many people have abandoned their fields because their economic benefits are far less than those of working abroad, leading to the loss of many good lands and even to the generation of thorny forests. However, these young people, who have moved against the currents of manoeuvring, held their fields of hearts and fields and returned to the very essence of their lives for thousands of years, i truly sing for them。
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