Chapter 113: Reborn in the Nineties: The Tyrant Flower Chapter 113 Preparation

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Protagonist:

Chai Mi

The farce at the old residence successfully made the Chai Family the laughingstock of the entire Sanjiacun.

It also earned Chai Youfu the nickname "Shrimp Slippery," known in the jianghu as Chai Xiaohua...

Liu San and Zhang Hailan watched the excitement with great delight, even feeling a bit unsatisfied: "Chai Mi, next time there's this kind of excitement tell us, if you hadn't told us two in advance, we wouldn't have gotten to see it all..."

Chai Mi replied: Rest assured, if there's excitement I'll definitely invite Cousin and Sister-in-law to grace us with your presence and guidance.

Chai Mi returned home, simply tidied up a bit, and the next day arranged for Chai Youqing to go to the township's Gongxiaoshe to check the price of urea.

In this era, fertilizer was mostly applied as diammonium phosphate during spring plowing, combined with some farmyard manure; when the corn grew knee-high, a top-dressing of urea would be applied once, which would make the crops grow sturdier and increase the yield.

In fact, applying urea is a matter of utmost importance.

Because relatively speaking, diammonium phosphate is more expensive, and it is a long-acting fertilizer; generally thirty-odd catties per mu is enough. Applying too much is too costly, and that stuff is still imported right now — even if you want to buy it you can't get that much.

Urea, on the other hand, with the progress of Reform and Opening-up, had already long achieved domestic production. The price is cheaper, and there's no quantity limit.

In order to increase grain yield, the common people would start applying urea to their crops a while after the Dragon Boat Festival.

Compared to other places, the Northeast allocated more land per person; basically every household had ten-odd mu. Some villages were larger, so the allotted land was even more.

During the busy farming season, there would always be some families who couldn't manage on their own and would hire help. And at this time hiring people was often especially expensive, often several times the normal rate.

Chai Mi and Chai Youqing discussed it: first apply some urea to their own land, get their own fields sorted, then see if they could find some work to do.

Their own land is the foundation.

Only with the foundation secured can they talk about other things.

Chai Mi isn't someone who likes to nag; Chai Youqing came back and told Chai Mi the prices.

The big brands — that is, the big factories — 110 yuan delivered to your door, 105 yuan if you go pick it up yourself.

Small factories have all kinds of prices, fifty, eighty, they all exist.

Chai Mi decided to buy the 105-yuan pick-up-one from a big factory — a big factory, trustworthy.

But it still costs a thousand-odd yuan, which is a real headache.

The family savings are basically empty, so we can only buy on credit...

"Can we buy on credit?"

"No." Chai Youqing sighed: "The Gongxiaoshe has gotten crafty now too; no matter who it is, they flatly refuse all credit."

Chai Mi also sighed, did a quick calculation: even scrimping, her own family would need at least six bags of urea at the very minimum.

When Mother was sick, we could borrow money.

But we can't possibly borrow money to farm too... what a life this is.

Driven by desperation, Chai Mi could only go out and wander around; after wandering for a while, she finally found a household in the neighboring village that needed plowing done — that family had a hundred or eighty mu, couldn't handle it themselves, and wanted to find a good farmer to help plow some of the land as well.

They do some themselves, but can't keep up; estimating there's twenty or thirty mu of work. Thirty yuan per mu, the Host Family pays.

Chai Mi took on this job.

She had to earn some money, that's the only way. Though it's not much, it's enough to buy seeds and fertilizer for her own family.

Back home Chai Mi told Chai Youqing: "That person said plow one mu, including grabbing the fertilizer, thirty-five per mu. Dad, you hitch up the old ox and plow slowly, I'll go grab the fertilizer."