Chapter 383 379. Life-saving Straw
As a kid born in the F4 of Yunnan, Guizhou, Sichuan and Chongqing, and living close to Sichuan and Chongqing.

Yang Bingcheng naturally knew what pea beans were.

Are there still pea sprouts at this time?

Without being picky about the soil or the season, beans can be turned into vegetables.

It can be grown in 20 days, and one crop is produced every 10 days. One crop yields 600 kilograms per mu, and one kilogram is sold for six yuan...

This…this…

What the hell!

Yang Bingcheng immediately realized that the pea sprouts cultivated by Maomaotou were very suitable for the current situation of their family.

Moreover, he is a smart man and will not make blind calculations.

If you know that peas have such a large yield and wide adaptability.

The price will soon be reduced to dirt cheap. It will be difficult to get even one or two yuan, let alone five or six yuan.

As Maomaotou himself said, he can make 20,000 to 30,000 yuan per acre per round, and this high-profit window period is only two years at most.

In two or three years, when the scale expands, who knows what it will be like.

He knows those vegetable vendors too well.

So, it will be too late if you don’t get on the bus now.

Yang Bingcheng immediately sent a private message to Maomaotoufa.

It is sent on all platforms.

I also borrowed the packaging bag of cat heads from my classmates and called the hotline mentioned above.

He actually asked the question.

It is said that it is now in the experimental stage and is only limited to agricultural science institutions and companies, and is open to the public.

If he really wants to plant, please contact the agricultural technology station.

After receiving the instructions, Yang Bingcheng immediately called the agricultural technology station in their county.

As a result, they were hit hard because their county agricultural technology station had never heard of this matter.

Yang Bingcheng did not give up and went to the agricultural technology station in the city.

This time, the city's agricultural technology station knew about the new pea sprouts and talked about a lot of policies. In short, in theory it is not open to individuals. Unless the public environment does not meet the requirements, they will collect experimental fields from individual farmers.

Yang Bingcheng understood two things: the new seed experiment was only notified to the city level, and was not covered at the county level.

But my home does not meet the standards.

Difficult.

However, Yang Bingcheng was tenacious and did not give up. He kept telling the staff of the Agricultural Technology Station about his family situation on the phone, with tears in his eyes, which really moved them.

He was promised to collect data and submit it to the Academy of Agricultural Sciences, but he couldn't guarantee whether he would be selected.

Yang Bingcheng is grateful profusely.

Two days later, I received a call from home and my father said that people from the Agricultural Technology Station really came to our house, took some soil and water from the fields, took a lot of photos, and then left without even staying for dinner.

Yang Bingcheng breathed a sigh of relief. He really went.

What follows is an agonizing wait.

A few days later, the bad news came.

Did not pass.

There are more suitable experimental fields in similar environments.

Yang Bingcheng was hit hard again.

From full of hope, to disappointment, to light at the end of the tunnel, to disappointment again, and even despair.

This was a huge blow.

Yang Bingcheng really, really, really wanted to give up, but then he received a message from his old father.

[I received the medicine. I went for a checkup the day before yesterday. The doctor said your mother is recovering well and changed the medicine. Your mother herself feels well too. We plan to go out and find some work in two months. You can come back and look after your younger sister during the holidays.]

Yang Bingcheng saw that this was not feasible. He had been told to rest for one to two years, but he wanted to go out to work after just half a year, and it was during the hottest time of midsummer.

How can I bear this!

Yang Bingcheng continued to gnaw his back teeth.

I wrote a long letter, recording all my mental journey.

I wrote this to Maomaotou, but also to myself.

result.

I received a call from someone claiming to be the boss of Qingyin Agriculture Mao Maotou.

When he first received the call, Yang Bingcheng didn't believe it at all and thought it was a scam.

These days, Tmall’s official account has posted a lot of things about their boss.

Young, capable, kind, he talks about capitalists all the time, saying that our relationship is purely a monetary employment relationship and that we are not familiar with each other at all.

In fact, he is an idealist with aspirations and goals, and a good boss.

Yang Bingcheng has never had an idol, let alone a star chaser, as he doesn't have the time for that.

But now, he seemed to feel what worship was.

How could such a person call me?

He thought he had met a swindler. A hemp rope will break at the thinnest part, and misfortune will come to the unfortunate. After the incident at home, Yang Bingcheng himself and his father were both targeted by swindlers.

I don't know where they got the news from.

So on the phone, Yang Bingcheng was very rude.

Then, the other party didn’t say anything, just asked to check the private message.

result.

The official account of Maomaotou sent a private message with a phone number in it.

After Yang Bingcheng called, the same person answered the phone.

This he replied.

He is actually the boss of Maomaotou.

I actually saw his letter.

With an excited and guilty mood, Yang Bingcheng hurriedly apologized and recounted his family's affairs, his ideas, his original plans, how well-behaved his younger sister was, how honest his parents were, the seven mu of thin land at home, and the old house built more than 20 years ago...

He said a lot of things, but in fact his mind was blank and he didn't even know what he was talking about.

At last.

The boss of Maomaotou actually said that he wanted to come to his house to take a look.

Yang Bingcheng only felt that it was dawn.

Ask for leave from school immediately.

I rushed back home overnight.

As soon as he entered the door, his father scolded him.

"I told you everything is fine at home, everything is fine, why did you come back instead of going to school? I'm not dead yet!"

Hospital bed.

Yang Bingcheng's mother quickly stopped the old man and asked, "Why are you so thin? Don't you eat well at school? Are you out of money? How can a child earn enough to support himself? If you have money, please buy some clothes for the child and kill a chicken for him to eat."

Yang Bingcheng's father, Old Man Yang, looked at his wife on the bed, then at the child standing at the door. The corners of his mouth twitched, and he squatted down, covered his face and began to cry.

The seriously ill mother lying on the bed also turned her head away to wipe away her tears.

Yang Bingcheng also wanted to cry.

He came in and saw it.

The TV, refrigerator, washing machine, sofa, cabinet and bed in the house are all gone.

The old mother slept on a bed board supported by wooden stakes.

He and his younger sister's room were not touched.

The other rooms were no different from the bare ones.

There are a few more chickens in the yard, all hens, and you can tell at a glance that they are for laying eggs.

The eggs are for the mother to obtain nutrition, so the father is reluctant to kill them.

Yang Bingcheng felt upset and sad.

How could my family be so miserable...

night.

My little sister is back from school.

I was so happy to see my brother.

During dinner.

Yang Bingcheng and his son had rice soaked in boiling water, and the only dish was a can of chili sauce.

My mother and younger sister each had an extra egg and a small plate of stir-fried wild vegetables.

Yang Bingcheng's father finally told the truth.

It turned out that his mother's illness not only required medication, but also regular checkups and physical therapy.

For the whole winter and spring, the fields produced almost nothing.

Old man Yang can only occasionally do odd jobs nearby to make a living.

The nearby villages are all pretty poor, and there are only a few people who can hire temporary workers...

Anyway, everything that can be sold is sold.

With the help of relatives and neighbors, Yang Bingcheng's grandparents squeezed out a few more bites of money from their teeth.

Let’s just take it one day at a time.

My younger sister also told Yang Bingcheng secretly.

Several people came to Yang Bingcheng and asked him to stop studying and drop out of school to work and earn money.

They were all scolded out by their parents.

After hearing this, Yang Bingcheng secretly wiped away his tears.

He kept muttering to himself, "It's okay, it's okay, it will be fine soon, it will be fine..."

Like a drowning man grasping at a straw...

(End of this chapter)