Chapter 112 Changing the Plan

Chapter 112 Changing the Plan

From the very beginning, he didn't put all his eggs in one basket with the fishing and hunting group.

The state-run restaurants and even the agricultural machinery factory in Hama Pond were all betting on the fish. They didn't take advantage of the agricultural machinery factory's urgent need to demand exorbitant prices for the batch of red-tailed golden carp, and they didn't even mention the settlement money.

They're just waiting for it to turn into a favor.

Anyway, he deliberately showed his face at the factory, so everyone knows that he got the fish. He can't escape the truth.

Now there's another storyline involving Zhao Linlin.

Compared to that, hunting and fishing groups are not so important.

It would be best if it could continue, but it's acceptable if it can't.

Moreover, if I'm not mistaken, the craze for snails will soon pass, and probably 90% of those who got involved will lose money.

Lang Qiuping scratched his head.

I don't understand what Brother Shanzi is up to. He previously secured an order for a state-run restaurant for the fishing and hunting group, and personally taught them the techniques, acting as if he valued it highly.

Now they don't care at all.

They completely ignored Li Dong's actions and didn't even think about retaliating.

Zhang Wenshan naturally wouldn't explain the reasons behind it.

There are some secrets he will never tell anyone.

I had just arrived at my doorstep and hadn't even stepped into the yard when someone came out to greet me.

"Shanzi, perfect timing, I need to talk to you."

"Accountant Tian, ​​what's up?"

The visitor was none other than Tian Dajun, the youngest accountant among the bigwigs of Chishongtun.

"Let's chat." Tian Dajun glanced at the junk in his basket and asked疑惑地, "What are you doing with this?"

"Get some odds and ends, mend fishing nets, make fish traps."

"Use junk?" Tian Dajun was taken aback for a moment, then nodded. "Young people are quick-witted."

"What are you doing blocking the doorway?" Xu Xiulian shouted from the doorway. "Quickly invite Accountant Tian in and have a seat, you silly child."

"Yes, yes, let's talk inside."

Zhang Wenshan then ushered the person into the house.

As soon as Tian Dajun's bottom touched the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), he eagerly asked, "Shanzi, are snails really that expensive in town?"

"More or less, but there's no definite answer," Zhang Wenshan explained patiently. "When I signed the contract with the state-run restaurant, nobody wanted snails."

"I know, I know."

Tian Dajun quickly replied.

"I'm just uneasy seeing Li Dong causing all this trouble. The Party Secretary and the Brigade Leader went to another village early this morning—if snails can really make a lot of money, even if things don't go well, everyone will have something to rely on."

He spoke haltingly, his words somewhat incoherent.

"Before leaving, he told me to keep an eye on the expansion of the pond at Hama Pond, but today hardly anyone came to work on it."

Hama Pond is a collective enterprise, the kind that seems like a sure-fire way to make money. If it succeeds, he'll definitely get a share of the credit.

Then they learned that there might be a severe drought, which would elevate Hama Pond's status once again, potentially making it a great achievement.

Who knew that an exorbitantly priced snail would suddenly appear?

Things that nobody wanted before are now being bought for 18 cents a pound, which has stirred up the whole village.

The news of the severe drought was something that was difficult to say, but also difficult to keep quiet about.

If not handled properly, it will cause chaos.

"Isn't the toad pond basically finished?" Zhang Wenshan said with a smile, pouring himself a glass of water. "I'll go get the toad seedlings this afternoon and fill it with water first."

While drought relief requires swift action, it is not something that can be rushed.

Accountant Tian was clearly flustered, or perhaps she was deliberately coming to urge him on, wanting at least a minimum guarantee.

He calculated that the time was about right, so he took the initiative to bring it up.

"That's great, I feel relieved now that the water is stored." Tian Dajun nodded repeatedly. "Will it be a problem to release the frog seedlings now?"

"It will definitely have an impact. Normally, the water should be drained first to let it settle." Zhang Wenshan naturally wouldn't let this opportunity pass, and took the opportunity to exaggerate the severity of the situation.

Tian Dajun frowned again, pondered for a moment, and then slapped his thigh: "Don't worry about it, if the output isn't good, I'll take responsibility for it."

Compared to making money by raising toads, drought resistance is definitely more important.

As previously agreed, the plan was to excavate the reservoir and then release the water, but after Li Dong's disturbance, it was clear that the construction period would not be long enough.

If we delay for another two days, what if the mountain stream runs dry?

It's better to protect one side first.

"Then I'll come looking for you."

"Okay, come with me now." Tian Dajun said, standing up abruptly and grabbing Zhang Wenshan as they rushed out.

Xu Xiulian quickly picked up her little grandson and followed, and Lang Qiuping also quietly joined in.

The group quickly arrived at the earthen slope where the toad pond was located.

Several villagers with hoes were digging the nearby reservoir, but they were clearly not very energetic. When they saw Tian Dajun coming over, they all stopped and greeted him.

"Open the floodgates and let the water in."

Without wasting words, Tian Dajun issued orders directly.

"Aren't you going to dig the pond anymore?"

"Don't broadcast it over the loudspeaker!"

The group looked at each other in bewilderment. Such an important event would usually have been announced to the whole village with great fanfare.

"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up." Tian Dajun waved his hand impatiently without offering any explanation.

"The power of the masses is truly great."

3

Ignoring the comments of others, Zhang Wenshan stared intently at the scene before him, his heart filled with emotion.

Hama Pond covers an area of ​​one and a half acres. It was built along the mountain stream and dug into an irregular rectangle following the terrain. From a distance, it looks like a naturally formed water pit.

The embankment was made of rammed black clay, more than three feet wide, and people could walk steadily on it.

The inlet was blocked with wooden boards and mud, and as he requested, a thick layer of mud was left at the bottom of the pond for the toads to hide in during hibernation.

There was also a lot of dead wood and rotten branches piled up to make it easier for the toads to come ashore.

From a modern perspective, this Toad Pond is very rough, with a lot of problems.

But now, a group of farmers dug it out in just a few days during their break from the busy farming season.

The word "great" is absolutely appropriate to describe it.

"It's like a dream—"

Xu Xiulian stood beside her son, holding her grandson, her eyes slightly moist.

Not long ago, her son was a good-for-nothing despised by the whole village, good for nothing but drinking and gambling.

When their family is mentioned, everyone shakes their head and sighs, "This family is finished."

But now, his son has taken the lead in raising frogs in ponds, turning it into a collective industry.

At this moment, she was even more excited and proud than if her son had made a lot of money.

This is a momentous event that will leave a lasting mark on Chishongtun.

The only pity was that not everyone was notified, and the scene was a bit too quiet.

"The water's been released!"

With a shout, the water inlet was pried open.

The mountain stream rushed into the toad pond, carrying the unique coolness and fragrance of the mountains and forests, and soon swirled into a small eddy at the corner of the pond.

The muddy water surged, ripples spreading outwards, and shattered into silver scales under the sunlight.

Everyone watched the scene before them in silence; no one spoke.

Zhang Wenshan watched quietly, a sense of accomplishment welling up within him.

He knew it very well.

Before long, the pond will be teeming with toads, bringing a steady income to the entire village, and perhaps even leading to its growth and expansion.

Perhaps their names will be recorded and seen by future generations when they look through the records.

"Oh dear! Why did they just release water into the toad pond? I knew there was no water down there!"

"Accountant Tian, ​​why didn't you let me know?"

Zhang Wenshan's thoughts were interrupted by a startled exclamation.

I turned my head to look.

Several villagers rushed up and stared in disbelief at the pond, which was already nearly two-thirds full of water.

"It's nothing serious, just go about your business." Tian Dajun waved his hand and came to Zhang Wenshan's side. "Do you need me to send some men to help you with the Toad Seedlings?"