Chapter 502

Professor Song thought for a moment: "How much budget can you have?"

Song Tan hesitated for a while: "Should be around 1.5 million?"

Basically, it's the total income of the peach orchard.

The chestnut orchard can also have income, but she has to prepare to pay back the loan to the village at the end of the year, so exclude it first.

She thought this money was quite small, after all, such a large piece, just the preparation work costs a lot of money... Unexpectedly, Professor Song nodded: "Very good, the funds are quite sufficient."

Song Tan:???

"Really?" She was a bit suspicious.

"Really."

Professor Song looked at this piece of land in front of him: "Isn't this just over 300 mu? Adding the river beach, this is calculated at the construction cost of 500 mu—do you know how large the land area of my previous project was? 3000 mu."

"3000 mu, the first year didn't cost more than 1 million."

Of course, follow-up improvements and follow-ups are constantly being made every year, as well as follow-up maintenance.

But by comparison, these lands in front of me really don't count for anything... Take a step back, with such a small area, Professor Song wouldn't have come over at all at the beginning. But the people who were entrusted to come over said that they must come once, it's not a loss—

Thinking about it now, the other party must have eaten the things of this family!

It's really not a loss!

Professor Song also thought: In fact, to pursue the maximization of benefits, it is definitely better to plant the same crop. It is convenient for management, and labor and the like can also be arranged in a unified way.

Like this, east a hammer and west a stick, it is much more troublesome from the procedure, and the cost is undoubtedly increased.

But there is no way.

The requirement of others is to prioritize supply to the family.

Professor Song calculated in his heart: "To reclaim wasteland, the biggest head of the initial expenditure is water, the second is electricity, and the last is the road."

"If it is electricity, the price is fixed. This place of yours is not big, and it won't be much."

"If it is water, it is even simpler."

"Didn't you say before that there was no special watering on the mountain? It proves that the underground water resources are abundant. As long as it is not during a drought, other times basically don't need to worry."

The initial investment is pond sorting, river beach sorting, mountain water source development, and follow-up pipeline construction costs.

But one thing to say, farming in the countryside, it is not building a courtyard in the city. Water pipes don't need to consider burying underground. Cheap soft pipes, 1000 yuan can fix a large roll.

And, water source development here is not necessarily to be used, but for unexpected needs.

If it doesn't work, there are river beaches slightly further away and ponds at the bottom, just a matter of an electric pump.

The biggest head is repairing the road.

After all, the road to the village can be funded by the government, and the road to the back mountain can also wait for policy support.

But only this back mountain needs to plant different things, so the road needs to be repaired into several strips that can pass through tricycles.

As for other zones, even if it is just to build simple steps, it is quite a lot of effort.

While he was talking, he was gesturing, although because the water source was not determined, there was no specific route for the time being, but this was already quite detailed.

"As for the planning of the planting combination next, it must wait until everything else is determined, and then finally determine this."

This is the top priority of his coming here.

Song Tan understood roughly.

Looking at the three students following silently behind, they were also in deep thought.

"Okay." She agreed: "Let's look at the water source first, and then make a plan. Once the plan is made, I will ask someone to start construction."

"It's just that if Professor Song has time, why don't you stay for a while longer? Otherwise, I am remote here, and it will be too troublesome for you to communicate and run back and forth later."

What?!

Professor Song raised his eyebrows, almost showing a smile, and it was very difficult to hold it back.

Instead, the three students were overjoyed and had already responded busily: "Is there such a good thing?!"

"Yes, yes, yes! Have time! It's summer vacation now."

"What are you talking about? Is it only summer vacation? When is it not a vacation for us who do this?"

And Yan Ran, she had already picked up her phone: "I'll entrust someone to mail my personal belongings over—is it necessary to go to the town to get express delivery here?"

"No." Song Tan shook her head: "My family still ships every day."

Even if there are few goods now, Brother Xiao Zhang comes to stroll once a day, eating an egg today and drinking a bowl of tremella soup tomorrow, it has become a habit, and he is willing to run this trip even for a single order...

"Just bring the express delivery over on the way by then."

And, it won't be long before it's idle.

She signaled everyone to listen to the roar of the machine in the distance: "The tea leaves on my family's mountain are being pruned. When the tea leaves are stripped off, Seventh Grandpa plans to mix some marinade for tea eggs at home and sell them in the shop."

So, Zhou Zhou Maozhu had only been idle for two days and was planning to tidy up the tea-frying things, when Song Song Sancheng came over with a basket of old leaves:

"Zhou Maozhu, look, can you fry these leaves dry for me?"

Zhou Zhou Maozhu:...

His eyes widened: "Song Sancheng, what are you saying?! These leaves are old to this extent, how to fry?"

"My tea target turns in the pot, doesn't it have to smash the dry leaves into pieces?!"

"It doesn't matter if it's a bit broken."

Song Song Sancheng waved his hand.

Originally, it was to be smashed into pieces to make marinade, which is convenient for packaging and shipping.

"No." Zhou Zhou Maozhu couldn't earn this money: "Look at my pot, how big is the pot for frying buds? Frying these old leaves, you grab a handful and put it in, how long do I have to fry this basket?"

"Furthermore..."

He looked at Song Song Sancheng suspiciously: "The tea leaves you cut from the mountain, won't they all be fried like this?"

Song Song Sancheng smiled awkwardly.

Zhou Zhou Maozhu:...

Song Song Sancheng strolled around, carried the basket and came back again, just in time for Wu Lan to stop picking tea, and was tidying up the hygiene at home with Aunt Lianhua. Seeing this, she couldn't help but roll her eyes:

"Told you not to toss... Still asking someone to fry tea leaves? In such a big sun, you put it in the courtyard outside and dry it, isn't it fine?"

Song Song Sancheng was a bit weak: "After all, we use old leaves. I thought the process of frying is more, it must be more fragrant than drying..."

Seventh Grandpa was peeling garlic, and didn't even lift his head: "No need to fry it out. The tea eggs eaten before, the old leaves used weren't even dry, and I didn't see you eat less for a meal."

"Just dry it, it must be fragrant."

"If you are still not at ease, burn the baking room and put the leaves in to bake."

"Then forget it!"

Song Song Sancheng turned and left—38 or 39-degree weather, he goes to the baking room?

Forget it, forget it, he'd better go fish for water caltrops!

Wu Lan shouted two more sentences: "Fish for more, and feed the water grass to the pigs by then. It's hot, they don't eat things fragrantly."

Who knew Song Song Sancheng came back again: "Then I'll go to Dad's place first. He said that when weaving straw mats, many sedges turned yellow, and the stalks were too tough to use... I'll carry them over and spread them in the pigsty."