500 acres of corn sold at $700,000BigSilence。
I'm the silent one, cao, 49 years old, the northmanLandFourteen years ago, there was more than one year of drifting land, 500 acres last year。
After the autumn harvest, the food dealer pulled the last car of corn and called in, 7108,000. I looked at the numbers on the phone for a long time. Seven hundred thousand people, people on land, have never seen such a large amount in their own accounts. I was standing on the ground, when the wind blew, and i was a little bumpy, and i took my daughter-in-law's picture out of my phone, and i took that text, and i said, "send it to my dad."。
Fly out for three days. On the fourth day, the landowners' accounts began to float at me。
500 acres, 600 a year, 300,000, first batch, due on november 15. My daughter-in-law said, "turn." after that, there were 400,000 left in the account. She said there was fertilizer money left. I said yes, that's behind the bill。
The rest of the bill is a lump sum。
A few years ago, i put a whole year's list on the table, a receipt, and dragged my daughter-in-law together, for a night. I thought, once, the rest was mine. You know, the pen's slow, people are dumb。
I'll set this up for you, farm boy, see if it's yours。
First big head, rent, 300 grand。
Fertilizer. 500 acres, a bag of urea, a bag of urea. It's not a big fat chase, 164,000. Two times a year ago, fertilizer went up, and when i went to get the goods, liu, the dealer, slapped me on the shoulder and said, "cao, you're doing this. Scratched, 164,000。
Seeds. One acre of four bags of seeds, 500 acres of 2,000 bags, one bag of 500,000. Corn plants have been flying with food prices for the past two years, which are so high that seeds are half as high。
Pesticides. Weed-weeding, insect-killing, high-control, disease-proof, one acre down a hundred, forty-eight。
Mechanical. Arable land, seeding, plant protection flying, harvesting, my own old harvester was repaired twice to no use, and the big guy was hired and brought in an acre of 1. 6 million. Plus my own machine's fuel money is $20,000, $100,000。
Irrigation. Last summer, the drought rained three waters, electricity and labour, 50, 25,000 acres。
Manual. The seedlings, the water, the tan, the casual labour, more than two months, 422,000。
Miscellaneous. The membranes, the ropes, the tarpaulin in storage, the wear and tear, the oil money all the way, all the same, twenty-one。
My daughter-in-law took the calculator, added it up, put it on the table and said, "look at yourself."。
$3. 8 million。
Four hundred thousand, minus three hundred and seventy thousand, leaving thirteen thousand. I, a 49-year-old cropman, 500 acres of land, from five machines at the beginning of the month, to the last carload in the month, 11 months, day by day, roll, mud by day, wind and sun, and my wages, at least 4,000 a month, 48,000 a year, 48. 8。
Thirteen, minus forty-eight, minus thirty-five。
Count my machine. It's not depreciated. I'm in it myself. My daughter-in-law runs the accounts, cooks, eats, looks at the yard。
That's it. It's quiet. My daughter-in-law looked at me, i looked at the list on the table, and nobody spoke. That's how many beads go to the end. I've got the air in my heart, and it's all gone. I smoked, one by one, to the third, my daughter-in-law took the cigarette box and said, "don't smoke it, it's not smoked out."。
I didn't sleep that night. Turning over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again, and over and over and over and over and over and over again, and over and over and over and over and over again, the more and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again, the more and over and over and over and over and again, the more and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again, the more and again, the more and the more and the more and the more and the more and the more and the more and the more and the more and the more and the more and the more and the more and the more and the more and the more and the more and the more and the more and the more and the more and the more and the more and the more and the more and。
Seven hundred thousand is what the crop people look to for the rest of their lives. But it's not money, it's a corridor, and i walk in from here, renting, fertilizer, seeds, machines, walking all the way, hand out every step of the way, going to that end, with a couple of stubbles left in my pocket, and a whole year, full of cocoon。
The next morning, i went down. The winter floor is empty, 500 acres, looking over, the horizon and the sky. I was standing on the ground, thinking that last year, i was standing here blowing people's mouths and saying that cao tsao will dry 500 acres next year and the first million miles of water. The water flowed to 700,000, leaving half a million people in the cold wind。
I was on the ground for half a day. I can't help but think about it. It hurts. We're working for the fertilizer factory, the seed company, the oil company, the landlord, for a year in the middle of the storm, and we're eating。
When i got back that day, i did one thing, and i got a few big families in our town together。
There's a table in the restaurant, and i'm going to open my books. That's it. No one at the table said anything. He said, "o cao, i'm a model for you. I lost $70,000 last year. The south pony said that i've been working my first year and i've paid 40,000. My father called me a good worker and said he'd come back and lose his family。
That day, one table, more than 400 acres, 300 acres, more than 200 acres, one account, all a hole, different size, same eye。
I said, guys, we can't do this. We're not fighting for our lives. Before we split up, i said three words, which became our business。
First, we buy expensive, we sell low, we have to sew ourselves。
We're buying fertilizer, we're pulling it, we're giving it to the retail price. We've got a dozen families, we've got thousands of tons of it a year, we're talking about the price. Seeds, like, pesticides. We sell food, we sell it at a price, we sell at a price, we go directly to the factory, we don't follow the food platform, we walk in a good window, we drive a truck to the port's warehouse, two cents a pound, that's $20,000。
Second sentence, money for machines, don't let outsiders earn。
Our families, mechanically, planted, collected, planted drones, except for the two big ones. Let's do thisCooperativesThe machines work together, at cost, and no one earns anything, saves them all. A new harvester, a machine that can earn back three years, and then later, in addition to collecting it itself, when the farm is busy。
Third sentence, rent, talk。
That's the hardest thing to say. The owner of the land was a village, a village, 600 acres, which had been called at a time when food prices had been high in previous years, and now the price had fallen and the rent had fallen. We'll talk together, we'll sit down with the village, we'll talk with the town, we'll talk, we'll talk, we'll talk, we'll talk, we'll talk. Less earth, more account。
Spring, these three things, one thing at a time。
Fertilizers, seven singles, straight into the factory, averaged eight points, saving over 60,000 a year. Seeds, talk down a bag at $7, save $14,000. Selling food, signing an order with the county starch factory, locking in the autumn, prices, more than three cents higher than last year's vendor price。
The cooperative was approved. The name is sun. It's unity. We have 7 families, 440 horsepower, over 1,800 acres. The harvester, a few family down payment, i came out, and on the day i got back, the whole club put a whip on the floor. We've been out for 11 days, earning 43 grand。
Tenant, two months, over 40 trips. The hardest thing is for 200 acres of zhou's family in the east, and i went five times and one more time, and i put my account on his desk, one by one, and i said, "uncle, this price, i'll plant it for 30,000 a year, you two hundred acres, i'll go back, i'll be a fool, but i'll go back and take over my account." uncle zhou looked at the bill and said, "six hundred and six hundred, i'll give you 50, five hundred and fifty. Out of his house, i stood under the old tree at the village entrance for a while, and the 200 acres were saved。
It's october. The new grain's coming in。
The other night, my daughter-in-law and i shared the account book this year. It's not done yet. It's only half. It's a lot better than last year. Fertilizer saves, mechanically saves, adds to the price of food, rents on land, and stands in the line of home. The year's reckoning is that the same day, the same place, the one in hand, will not be negative, it will be a sum that will allow me to pay myself a year's wages, and perhaps a share for my daughter-in-law。
Yesterday evening, i went to the land again. After the fall, the straw returned the field, and looked over, soft black, and then the red of the sky. I'm standing here, the same place i was in last month. A year later, the land has not changed, the sky has not changed, the land has changed, the land is grown, the family is no longer forced, the fight has come back together, and the province has been saved。
My son worked in town. He came back for 20 days. The night before he left, he asked me, "dad, what's next year。
I said, kind of. He said, "do you still be quiet next year?"。
I said no more. I said, "son, remember my father's saying, "the land is not disgraceful, the land is silent, the last year's account that silenced me, it taught me that the sweaty crops are for others to grow and for those who count for it." the sweat, the bill, the cooperative's path, the way forward, is brighter every year。
Son's gone. My daughter-in-law called me to dinner in the courtyard, and there was a bowl of fresh corn on the table, yellow, hot。
I took a big sip, and i told her this year's new food, it's sweet。
She said that last year was sweet, that last year you didn't taste bad, that you suffered。
I laughed. Yeah, it's the land, the food, the food, the food. It's all sweet。
