Reborn in 1994: Starting from the Autumn Harvest

Around 4 p.m., Chen Mian rode his tricycle to Beiwa. At this time of year, the main focus is on preventing pests.

The time for spraying pesticides should not be when the temperature is high or the wind direction is erratic, otherwise the pesticides will evaporate very quickly, resulting in poor effectiveness and the possibility of poisoning.

Chen Mian stopped at the edge of the field without any hurry and looked straight to her right.

He volunteered to come to Beiwa to spray pesticides not only to let his father rest, but also to see Liu Guoqiang, who surprisingly didn't come.

His brow furrowed, and he couldn't help but become serious. Could his involvement have affected the timeline of events so quickly?

After pondering for a while, I decided not to waste any more time and to get the job done first.

He pried open the latches on both sides of the back of the tricycle, and then put on protective equipment such as leather gloves and a mask, making sure that no part of his skin was exposed.

Take out a one-meter-long flexible hose, insert one end into the large water bucket in the tricycle, and suck on the other end vigorously. Inexperienced people may suck too hard and choke.

After the water comes out, insert it directly into the sprayer and fill it about halfway with water before stopping, because we will need to prepare the medicine next.

In addition to bollworms, other insects need to be prevented during this period. Targeted pesticides are generally cottonseed oil and chlorpyrifos, and the ratio should be carefully determined according to the size of the plot, the capacity of the sprayer, and the properties of the pesticide solution.

It's best to rinse the medicine bottle with water, even if there's only one drop left, rinse it with water and pour it into the sprayer before just tossing it aside.

After the medicine was finally prepared, the sprayer weighed 30 kilograms.

Check the wind direction to make sure it's okay before moving the sprayer to the side of the vehicle. Carrying it from a higher position makes it easier.

"Hmm~"

Chen Mian grunted and picked it up. When she was a child, she found it very interesting to watch her parents spray pesticides, but when she picked up the sprayer herself, she realized how tiring it was.

Then I walked straight to the edge of the field, first spraying the perimeter, then the center, focusing on the lower and middle parts of the cotton plants, which are the areas most severely affected by bollworms.

Apply pressure with your left hand and hold the nozzle handle with your right hand.

"Time and time again."

"Twice."

"Three times."

……

About an hour later, just as Chen Mian finished tilling the land and was walking towards the edge of the field, the sound of a tractor came from the dirt road.

Chen Mian paused slightly, blinked, and then quickened her pace back.

As expected, Liu Guoqiang, the neighbor, arrived late, and his intervention did indeed change the timeline, but it wasn't a big problem.

Seeing that the other party was also preparing to dispense the medicine, Chen Mian hurriedly ran over.

"Uncle, let me lend you a hand."

Liu Guoqiang was a short, stocky man. As soon as he saw Chen Mian arrive, a smile immediately appeared on his face.

I've heard some rumors in the village these days that the child has changed a lot since then, but I haven't had a chance to meet him.

Looking back now, it's true; normally, I wouldn't have rushed to help.

Thinking about how much effort it would take to carry the sprayer, she readily agreed, "That's great! You don't need to lift a finger to prepare the medicine; just help me carry the sprayer later."

Chen Mian happily agreed and started chatting with Liu Guoqiang, eventually leading the conversation to Liu Guozhu.

"Uncle, how's Uncle Guozhu doing?"

"Sigh~ Your uncle's life has been tough. If you ask me, it's all too much trouble to go to Beijing and spend that money. It's more important to plan for the future."

Liu Guoqiang's expression turned serious when he talked about his younger brother.

He had some harsher thoughts in his mind, but he couldn't tell outsiders: "I don't even have many days left to live, what's the use of spending that money?"

They didn't mince words about leasing land; if they didn't cultivate it themselves, who would dare to?

Chen Mian, who had been agreeing with her all along, then asked curiously, "Uncle, how much are you planning to pay per mu for the land?"

Liu Guoqiang paused in his work, glanced at Chen Mian, and after thinking about the topics the kid had been discussing, the smile on his face disappeared.

He was very sensitive about the land price issue, so he straightened up and asked in return, "What, your family has ideas too?"

Chen Mian smiled and waved her hands repeatedly: "It would be a lie to say I don't want to, but it's just my own thought. Just this afternoon, my parents scolded me for being immature."

"My parents said that as long as Uncle Guoqiang asks, our family will absolutely not touch a single clod of soil, otherwise we will have no face to show our faces in the village."

Liu Guoqiang nodded repeatedly, a smile visibly spreading across his face. He gave Chen Hongguo and his wife a thumbs up in his heart. No wonder their four children were so smart and sensible; they were good role models for the adults.

"Among the hundreds of people in our village, your parents are definitely the best when it comes to conduct and character."

"What good is it if Yang Zhanguo and his ilk are rich? If they're no good people, nothing they do will change their minds. They'll just be the butt of people's mouths."

Liu Guoqiang became increasingly cheerful as he talked, and he stopped being so wary of Chen Mian. He revealed that he had just come from Liu Guozhu's house, and that the specific land price would be discussed later, after the price of cotton came down, which he estimated would be soon.

Chen Mian then climbed up the ladder and leaned forward, saying, "Uncle, it's just the two of us here. I want to tell you something from the bottom of my heart, but after I do, I'll disown you."

Liu Guoqiang was taken aback, straightened up and looked around, then asked in confusion, "Tell me about it, I'm listening."

"You're practically the enemy of the whole village. The brigade headquarters will definitely have to deal with this land contracting issue. Uncle, you should be prepared."

"I'm just saying this, so just take it as it comes and take it as it comes."

Chen Mian helped him carry the sprayer on his back and left without looking back, leaving Liu Guoqiang standing there lost in thought.

Meanwhile, in the village's general store, people were chatting enthusiastically about the land leasing issue, and even the self-important Yang Zhanguo unusually came to listen to the news.

Chen Hongjian arrived shortly after him. Hearing that everyone was still discussing land prices, he simply greeted them and didn't rush to participate.

"Dahe, bring the stone forest."

Zhao Dahe spent the whole day listening to the excitement in the shop. Everyone who came here was either there to watch the excitement or to find out what was going on.

But unexpectedly, Chen Hongjian, a rare character, also came. Normally, he wouldn't be willing to hang out with these peasants from the village.

On second thought, Chen Hongjian's family wasn't poor, and he was known for being calculating, so she habitually asked, "Everyone's researching land leasing, isn't Brother Jian calculating too?"

With his reputation, Chen Hongjian was used to people joking with him.

He counted out four yuan and fifty cents and put it on the counter. He turned his head and glanced at the crowd gathered together, talking animatedly. He clicked his tongue and said, "Forget it. What's the use of scheming all this time? I can't win against Guoqiang anyway."

Everyone paused in their conversation and turned to look at Chen Hongjian.

The only sounds in the room for a moment were breathing and the thud of cigarette ash hitting the ground.

Seeing that everyone was silent, Chen Dahe quickly broke the ice, saying, "If Guozhu wanted to sell it to his older brother, he wouldn't have gone to the Party Secretary to publicize it. The brigade has also confirmed that whoever offers the highest price will get it."

Someone chimed in, "That's right, Guozhu patted his chest and guaranteed it in front of the whole village."

"Come on," Chen Hongjian said, pointing towards Yang Zhanguo's location. "Putting aside everything else, if we're talking about a fair comparison, would Guoqiang offer as much as Zhanguo? All this calculations ultimately come down to money!"