Xú Fán's home.
He was pacing back and forth, inevitably nervous. To say he wasn't a bit reserved would be an absolute lie.
Fine, let them come.
"I, a dignified university graduate, have seen all sorts of storms, haven't I?" Isn't it just a town secretary? Acting like he's some kind of deity.
What's there to be afraid of?
As if Mount Tai were collapsing before his eyes and his expression wouldn't change.
"Secretary Cao, this is Xú Fán's home. Look, that's Xú Fán!" Huáng Míngyuǎn, pointing the way, suddenly saw Xú Fán playing with chicks and quickly introduced them.
"Secretary Huáng, why have you come?" Xú Fán pretended not to know, thinking to himself, is this the Party Secretary of Baiyang Town?
"Xú Fán, let me introduce you. This is Secretary Cao of our town. He mainly wants to ask you about the matter of premium vegetables!" Huáng Míngyuǎn prompted, secretly giving him a look.
Xú Fán nodded slightly, then put on a surprised expression and hurriedly said, "So it's Secretary Cao, please come inside."
Saying that, he prepared to have his elder brother and sister-in-law fetch some tea, at least to offer some hospitality.
"No need, young man. Let's go directly to the vegetable patch and talk as we walk!" Cáo Guóhuá refused with a slight smile.
"That's fine. But it's a bit of an inconvenience for you, Secretary Cao. Just call me Little Fan." Xú Fán didn't refuse either. You're a big shot; if you want to go, then let's go.
"Alright, Little Fan, tell me about the current vegetable planting situation in your village!" Cáo Guóhuá asked after some thought.
"Okay." Xú Fán was a bit reserved at first, but seeing Cáo Guóhuá's amiable demeanor, he relaxed and said, "Now, every household in our village plants at least two mu of vegetables, and some have as much as seven or eight mu..."
He introduced the general planting area of the village and emphasized that it covered the entire village comprehensively.
Cáo Guóhuá nodded secretly. As they walked along, he had seen quite a few fields that had been turned over, with some tender shoots emerging, which should be the vegetable plots.
"How many jin can one mu produce?" Cáo Guóhuá asked hurriedly, as low yield would also be a problem.
"At least two thousand jin, and up to three thousand jin. It's within this range. This is also due to the poor fertility of our village's land; it's already the limit!" Xú Fán shook his head slightly, expressing a hint of dissatisfaction.
Cáo Guóhuá and Little Wang, who had followed him, were both shocked. They weren't satisfied with two to three thousand jin per mu? This was already several times higher than others!
Generally, one mu producing a few hundred jin was considered remarkable. Yours is over a thousand, yet you still say the land is infertile?
The two were filled with an overwhelming emotion that couldn't be calmed for a long time.
They thought: Are you joking with us?
"Yes, last time my two mu of land produced over six thousand jin in total," the Old Village Chief said at this moment, stepping forward to testify with a slight smile.
Both Cáo Guóhuá and Little Wang were stunned. Could the yield per mu really be that high?
"Little Fan, what kind of fertilizer are you using? How were you able to significantly increase the yield?" Secretary Cáo asked immediately, and while shocked, he became even more curious.
He had never heard of such a terrifying yield per mu; it was simply astonishing.
"Fertilizer? We didn't use any of that!" Xú Fán shook his head. "Also, is a yield of two to three thousand jin per mu considered high? In my opinion, four to five thousand jin is just acceptable."
The latter sentence was purely a murmur, but Cáo Guóhuá and the others accidentally overheard it.
Their mouths twitched, and they almost choked to death.
Two to three thousand jin isn't enough, and you need four to five thousand?
He glared at Xú Fán unhappily. Do you think the land is some kind of magic treasure? Plant it and you get a full harvest? How could there be such a good thing?
"I remember Shitou Village is not drought-resistant. How did you solve this problem?" Cáo Guóhuá diverted the topic and continued to ask.
"This matter, we haven't managed it. Later, the government might need to help build a few large water pools or something," Xú Fán said casually, as if it were unimportant.
"..."
Upon hearing this, Cáo Guóhuá was almost driven to depression. You can produce two to three thousand jin per mu without even managing it?
"Okay, the town will prioritize solving the water source problem for you then!" Building water pools is a small matter. Cáo Guóhuá readily agreed.
Seeing this, many people in the village smiled. They wouldn't lack water in the future.
"Let's talk about what vegetables you are planting now, and what is the approximate cycle?" he continued to ask. Despite feeling a bit deflated, he still needed to ask clearly.
According to Secretary Cáo's guess, it would take at least four to five weeks, perhaps longer for some vegetables.
"Secretary, our village currently plants all sorts of things, and some families specialize in one. Anyway, the cycle and price are about the same, so the villagers just plant whatever they feel like, sometimes looking at which vegetables sell quickly in the market!" Xú Fán explained calmly.
Cáo Guóhuá nodded, then raised his eyebrows, "You still haven't said what the cycle is."
This kid, is he deliberately leaving it out?
"It's about a week or so!" Xú Fán didn't hide it and stated directly.
This was not a secret at all; anyone in the village could be asked.
"That's impossible!" Before Cáo Guóhuá could react, Little Wang, who was recording, spoke up first.
A week? Do you think you're growing bean sprouts?
"Little Fan, you're a university student. It's not good to lie," Cáo Guóhuá said after recovering his senses, as if advising the younger generation.
Xú Fán's expression stiffened. He thought: What does lying have to do with being a university student?
Wait, I'm not lying at all! Why can't it be a week?
"Secretary, if you don't believe me, you can ask everyone else. You can also ask other villagers." He wasn't afraid of being exposed.
"It is indeed a week. My land was harvested exactly seven days later."
"Mine too. I remember when Boss Chen came last time, it was only the fifth day, and we harvested on the seventh."
"Xú Fán is not lying!"
Before Cáo Guóhuá could ask, the villagers started speaking up for Xú Fán in a rush, revealing the truth.
Little Wang didn't believe it and specifically found a villager working in a field to ask.
The answer he got was exactly the same as Xú Fán said, which made him quite dejected.
Alright, he had been overthinking.
Cáo Guóhuá was also a little embarrassed and quickly said, "Cough, cough, as expected, this is the base that the big bosses from the provincial capital value. Not bad!"
"By the way, what is the unit price for your vegetables, and how much can you sell in one cycle?" Cáo Guóhuá asked unhurriedly.
Both Xú Fán and Huáng Míngyuǎn inwardly thought, the important business has arrived. This must be the secretary's main focus.
But they weren't in a hurry; they had achievements to show.
Xú Fán didn't think much about it and said, "The unit price for all varieties of vegetables is uniformly fifteen yuan per jin. As for how much is sold, taking the Old Village Chief's household as an example last time, two mu produced over six thousand jin in total, which translates to over a hundred thousand yuan. And that's the minimum.
An ordinary household in the village can produce over ten thousand jin, or even twenty thousand jin. The money is even more. Last time, villagers earned at least over a hundred thousand yuan in a single day.
Once this batch of vegetables they just planted is sold, the minimum income will be over two hundred thousand yuan!"
These words stunned Cáo Guóhuá