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Chapter 022 Three-Year Plan(2/3)

"But right now, I have an idea. We can't increase food production, so can we make the food from the fields more valuable?"

"Make food more valuable?" Everyone was puzzled.

Niu DaDang looked at Wang Zhong: "Big Chong, we can't do anything illegal or indiscipline."

"Brother Bold, what are you talking about?" Wang Zhongdao: "What I mean is that we don't sell food directly."

"Not selling food directly?" Everyone was confused by Wang Zhong's words, mainly because they had not changed their fixed thinking.

But Niu was bold, his eyes lit up, he looked at Wang Zhong curiously, and asked with some expectation: "What good idea do you have?"

Wang Chong said with a smile: "Let's not talk about anything else. Our fields produce so many soybeans and peanuts every year. Can we sell them at a higher price if we just sell them directly?"

Everyone shook their heads. They were all farmers, so they naturally knew the price of food every year.

"But if we can have an oil pressing workshop in Maixiang Village, we can use all the peanuts and soybeans collected in the fields to press oil, and then sell the extracted oil. Wouldn't it be more efficient than selling soybeans and peanuts directly?

Is it a good deal?”

"A pound of oil costs 70 to 80 cents. If we can squeeze the oil, it will definitely be more cost-effective than selling peanuts and soybeans directly!" Niu boldly said.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Zhao Youtian retorted: "But the key is that we don't know how to extract oil!"

The villagers also started discussing it in a lively manner.

"Brother Big Chong said so, there must be a way." The three monkeys blurted out without thinking, trusting Wang Zhong immensely.

Everyone looked at Wang Zhong with expectation in their eyes.

Niu boldly said: "Big insect, do you know how to squeeze oil?"

"When I was young, I worked with my master in an oil-pressing workshop in my hometown."

Wang Zhongdao: "Actually, there are already oil-pressing machines abroad. Electric machines are used to press oil, and the oil yield is higher. But we are still far from having electricity here, and even if we have electricity, we can't afford that expensive machine."

machine.

The method passed down by our ancestors to extract oil is a bit primitive and the oil yield rate cannot keep up with the oil press, but it is not difficult to implement."

"Are you really good at pressing oil?" Niu stood up boldly and excitedly, with eyes as wide as bells and a look of shock on his face.

"Brother Wang Zhong, are you kidding me?" Niu DaDa even changed his name to Wang Zhong.

"When have I, Wang Zhong, ever joked with everyone about this kind of thing?" Wang Zhong looked at everyone and said loudly.

Lao Ganbang said: "Big Chong can even make difficult things like a waterwheel and a threshing machine. It's so strange that he can make oil-extracting equipment."

After hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement.

Wang Zhongdao: "My idea is that this oil-pressing workshop will be opened in the name of our village collective. After it is completed, each of our communities will have a young and strong man to work in the oil-pressing workshop. After the wheat harvest and double robbery,

When the farmers are busy, I will teach them how to extract oil. Of course, we cannot work in vain. We will discuss the specific remuneration after the oil extraction workshop is actually built.

And in addition to extracting oil for ourselves, we can also extract oil for the folks from all over the country. We all grow soybeans and peanuts. Can they be used to extract oil? Of course, our oil-extracting workshop also needs to be in operation.

Yes, we will charge some fees for the use and maintenance of equipment and labor costs. You can give money, convert it into grain, or directly convert it into oil.

The income from the workshop belongs to the collective, and part of it can be used to pay wages to the folks who press the oil. If the profits are high and the surplus is relatively large, at the end of the year, the money can be used to provide benefits to everyone."

"If we can squeeze the oil ourselves, it's not much more cost-effective than going to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy oil."

"Brother Big Chong, I support you!" The three monkeys immediately expressed their stance.

"Yes! Brother Big Chong, we also support you!" The first ones to express their stance were some young people in the village.

"Big Chong, are you really sure?" Second Grandpa looked at Wang Zhong and asked again.

Wang Zhong took out a few drawings and handed them to Second Grandpa: "This is the design drawing of the oil press. Second Grandpa, please take a look at it first. I will explain the principles of the oil press to everyone later."

"Just tell me!" Second Grandpa did not take the blueprint, but asked Wang Zhong to explain it to everyone.

"Okay!" Wang Zhong said: "Then let me tell you guys first. To extract oil, you must first fry the soybeans or peanuts, dry them, and then crush them..."

Wang Zhong kept explaining the principles and steps of oil extraction to everyone step by step.

Although the villagers didn't understand the principle, they could all understand Wang Zhong's detailed explanation. After the explanation, everyone was already full of confidence in Wang Zhong.

Wang Zhong took advantage of the situation and asked everyone to vote by show of hands. As expected, the vote passed unanimously.

"That being the case, after this summer planting is over, President Niu, you and Renlian will be responsible for taking people into the mountains to cut trees. Ma Renli and I will survey the terrain, select a suitable location, and use our water conservancy project.

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"No problem!" Niu boldly agreed.

"Dachong, didn't you just say there are two things? The first one was mentioned, but what is the second one?" The speaker was Zhao Youtian, the president of Sanshe.

Wang Zhongdao: "This second item is about the preparation for the construction of our collective grain depot in Maixiang Village."

"Planning to build a grain depot?" Niu DaDang asked doubtfully, "Isn't the original big warehouse of the Ma family ready-made? What kind of grain depot should be built?"

Wang Zhong smiled and said: "For us farmers, food and land are our lifeblood. Now that we have land, there is no shortage of food."

"But there is an old saying that goes well, you should be prepared for danger when you are in peace. Now our life is indeed much better than before, and everyone can often eat fine food. But what will the situation be like next year or the year after that? Who are you?

Can you know?"

"Let's not talk about the distant places, let's just say that in 1950, there were a few light snowfalls throughout the winter that year. When spring came the next year, it was dry. If we hadn't set up a water tanker,

Once the ditches are dug, will the wheat seedlings in the ground grow so well?"

"That means no!" Niu Dadan is an honest person.

"The weather has been good these past few years, with bumper harvests every year, and everyone's life has been better. But what will happen in the next few years? Who can say for sure?"

"What if there's a drought? What if there's a flood?"

Wang Zhong said with some regret: "Everyone knows that I am not a native of Maixiang Village, but I came here to escape famine. My wife also fled famine. If there is no reason, why should my wife and I flee famine?"

"There must be a disaster at home and we can't survive!" The person who spoke said that he didn't have enough to eat.

Wang Zhongdao: "You're right about not having enough to eat! It's because there was a disaster in my wife's hometown and we couldn't survive at home. All the bark, grass roots, and leaves were dug up, and there was no food left.

If we stay at home, we will starve to death. We are so impatient that we can only go out and beg for food, just to find a way to survive."

"We have no control over God's face. It just changes. If there is a big flood or a continuous drought, the food production in the fields will be reduced, or even the harvest will be extinct, and the food stored at home will be eaten up.

, what should we do, big guys? Should we also go out and beg for food?"

Wang Zhong's words directly silenced everyone.

"Brother Chong, just tell us what to do. We all will listen to you!" The Three Monkeys were the first group of people to follow Wang Zhong and taste the benefits.

Nowadays, in the entire Maixiang Village, only a few members of the Second Society are living the most prosperous lives. Even Niu Bingdao, who has always been known for his ability and has high prestige in the village, cannot keep up with them.

Not to mention men like Wang Zhong and Lao Ganbang, let’s just talk about Sister-in-law Jinhua. Sister-in-law Jinhua is a widow. Although she joined the cooperative, she is still just a widow. She has no parents-in-law to advise her, and no uncles from her sisters-in-law to help her, but she still lives her life well.

Life was extremely prosperous. There were many men in their prime in the village, but none of them lived a better life than Mrs. Jinhua.

"Three Monkeys are right, Brother Big Chong, you are the party secretary of the village, and we all listen to you."

"I have discussed with Renlian whether we can use the name of our village collective to build a grain depot to store public grains. Starting from the next summer harvest, every autumn harvest, the presidents of each community will come forward and we will

Each household pays RMB 5 for the rice, soybeans and peanuts produced, and the corn is stored as a reserve grain. We use the peanuts and soybeans to extract oil, exchange the oil for rice, and store it in our public treasury."

"These grains still belong to everyone. Every three years, we replace the expired grains with new grains, and then return the replaced old grains to everyone."

"Then why are we bothering so much? Why don't we just let each family save their own food?" The voice that suddenly appeared was in a low voice.

"It's all saved anyway, isn't it the same if we save it ourselves!" Hateful agreed.

"Yes!" Everyone was confused.

Ma Renli shook his head and said, "This is different."

"What's the difference?" Xiao Zhan turned out to be a sharp-tongued person.

"The doorways here are very different." Wang Zhongdao: "The public grain we pay every year and the low-priced grain we sell, part of it goes to the army, part of it flows to the market, and part of it goes to the national grain depot. We

Even the little devils have been beaten away, and the people's lives are getting better day by day, but why does the country still build so many grain stocks?"

"Of course it's to prevent famine!" Niu boldly said.

"Yes, even the country has to build grain depots to prepare for famines. We are responding to the country's policy."

"If we really encounter a disaster, we can have a way out!"

"Isn't there still a government?" Xiao Zhuan's voice came again, but the words were whispered and not spoken out loud.

"Let me say something!" Second Grandpa Niu Zhonggui put his hands on the table, glanced at everyone, and said angrily: "I am an old man who has lived for more than sixty years. Although I have not seen much of the world, I

Age comes to mind here. Although our Maixiang Village is close to the Maixiang River, it has not been without famines.

I remember when I was young, there was a severe drought one year. Even the Maixiang River dried up and the crops in the fields were sunburned to death. Some families with better conditions could barely survive, but those with worse conditions could not survive.

We can only sell our land."

Wang Jian nodded and added: "Let's do this. Let's vote with a show of hands. If you agree to build a grain depot, please raise your hands."

Wang Zhong was the first to raise his hand, and several members of the second society responded one after another. Niu Dangdang and Ma Renlian also followed closely. The second grandfather raised his right hand without haste, and the villagers also raised their hands one after another. More than four

Three-thirds of the villagers agreed without much hesitation, and the remaining ones, seeing everyone raising their hands, also raised their hands in agreement after hesitating for a while.

"In this case, the matter is settled!"
To be continued...
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