Chapter 242

  If the silage corn is well preserved, there will be no problem at all if it is stored for several years or even more than ten years, and the livestock will still eat it, and the nutrition will not be lost.

   But the crux of the problem is that Jiapigou really doesn’t have that many places to store it.

  After the peak season for picking wild vegetables, Captain Zhang has already organized the villagers to dig green storage cellars, which is another big project.

  There is no machinery, it is all manual labor, and dozens of people have worked for more than half a month to dig out thousands of cubic meters of capacity.

   It's not bad to be able to put all the silage corn they planted themselves into the cellar.

  Liu Qingshan wanted to shake his head and refuse, but seeing the hopeful eyes of everyone, even the county magistrate Wang and Zheng Hongqi, who were looking at him eagerly, Liu Qingshan couldn't say anything.

  After pondering for a moment, he suddenly had an idea, and the smile reappeared on his face: "Actually, you don't need to sell us Jiapigou straw, you can make silage fodder yourself."

   "Xiao Liu, what do you mean, let us also engage in farming, raising cows or something?"

  Secretary Wei was the first to comprehend.

Liu Qingshan nodded: "It is better to ask for others than to ask for yourself. I have already briefly introduced the advantages of green storage feed. Not only cows, but also other livestock such as cows, horses and mules, even sheep, even big geese, can be eaten. It needs to be paired with a small amount of concentrated feed."

  The large domestic geese can also be considered as part of the large livestock.

  Everyone nodded again and again: It seems that there is something wrong, and now we advocate vigorously developing the breeding industry, and we can't just shout slogans.

  The most important thing in the aquaculture industry is to solve the problem of feed. Silage feed seems to open a door for everyone at once.

   "Is this thing easy to make?"

   Someone has started asking eagerly.

  Liu Qingshan smiled: "We invited a professor from the Agricultural University to provide technical guidance. There should be no problem. This thing is not high-tech like a satellite going up to the sky or a mushroom bomb exploding."

  Everyone also burst into laughter, not because what Liu Qingshan said was so interesting, but because they found a way out at once, and relaxed their depressed mood all at once.

  Lian Wang, the county magistrate, nodded again and again: Engaging in silage feed can solve the problem of growing carrots, and can also develop the breeding industry by the way. It is simply the most perfect solution to the problem.

  Secretary Gao is right, this Comrade Xiao Liu is really the lucky star of our Bishui County.

   At this time, someone suggested: simply go to Jiapigou first, and visit the processing of silage feed. If it is feasible, they will start it immediately when they go back.

  If possible, spread it throughout the county, not to mention hundreds of acres of carrots, even thousands of acres will be fine.

  So the meeting was closed, and everyone got into jeeps one after another, and those who didn’t have a car took someone else’s. A total of more than 30 people, seven or eight small jeeps, went straight to Jiapigou.

  At ten o'clock in the morning, I came to Qingshan Commune and turned on the fork leading to Jiapigou.

   "This road is not bad. It is newly built, and it is still a gravel road." Everyone quickly discovered the problem.

Generally speaking, there is an unwritten rule in Bishui County: Asphalt roads are built to connect major towns and towns in other counties; It is a dirt road.

   As for the village-to-village communication, it should be early.

  Jiapigou is a remote village-level collective. Has it built gravel roads?

  Secretary Sun of the commune heard the people in the same car talking about this, so he said: "To build this road, Jiapigou paid more than 10,000 yuan."

  As soon as everyone heard this, they all stopped talking: If you can get the money, who doesn't want to repair the road, the key is that you can't get the money.

   If you can’t come up with money, then shut up.

  The newly built gravel road was only opened to traffic, and it was also the first time for Liu Qingshan to run, so the feeling was really different from before.

  In the past, the dirt roads were full of wacky pits, big pits surrounded by small pits, even if you took a jeep, you could bump and spit people out.

   Now it's all right, slipping on the road, running very smoothly, and the speed can be soaring.

  Liu Qingshan couldn't help sighing in his heart: This money is really not wasted.

   But this gravel road, after all, is still a little bit worse. When the conditions are better, it will be changed to an asphalt road...

  When the convoy arrived at Jiapigou, everyone immediately saw a scene of enthusiasm.

  Hundreds of villagers are busy behind the village, and there are even many elderly people inside.

   Seeing so many jeeps coming, the old branch secretary and Captain Zhang also rushed over, and then they saw Liu Qingshan getting off the first car, and they immediately felt relieved.

  Liu Qingshan naturally came back with the convoy, explained a few words briefly, and then led the county leaders and commune leaders to start the tour.

  The green storage cellar is just behind the village. The terrain here is the highest, and the underground is not easy to seepage.

   Everyone first looked at a large empty cellar without filling feed. My good guy, it was nearly three meters deep and twenty or thirty meters long and wide.

   The four sides and the bottom of the green storage cellar are covered with cement. Seen from above, it looks like a large cement pool.

   "That's where the material is loaded. Let's go to the big cellar over there to have a look. The material is being loaded."

  Leader Zhang explained that there are two mouths in total for this kind of big cellar.

   "Is this cement or something less used?" Secretary Wei asked.

  Captain Zhang nodded: "This kind of big cellar can be used for decades without any problem. How can you say it in the words of Qingshan? What boss?"

  Captain Zhang scratched the back of his head and got stuck.

   "You are still the spy chief, that is called an investment, and you will benefit for life."

  The old branch secretary looked disgusted. This captain is good at everything, but his education level is a little low.

   "Yes, yes, it's an investment." Captain Zhang smiled silly, which made everyone smile.

  But think about it, what people say is quite reasonable. It is more cost-effective to invest a little in advance so that you don't have to invest in it later.

   While speaking, everyone strolled to another green storage cellar, and most of the villagers were also busy working here.

  I saw large carriages bringing back the clear and green corn stalks, and then someone specially stuffed the stalks into the grinder,

   The grinder was booming, spraying out the crushed slag.

   Grab it and have a look, the powder is quite fine, and the length is only more than one centimeter, which is just right for livestock to eat.

   "This corn stalk is a special variety, it grows thick and tall."

  The commune secretaries are also experts in farming, and they mainly rely on agriculture.

  Liu Qingshan took over the conversation: "That's right, Professor Wang said that it was a breed introduced from Maozi by their Agricultural University before, and it was specially used for silage fodder."

   "When planting, you can also plant densely. Hehe, you only need straw, regardless of corn cobs."

   County Magistrate Wang also interjected at the right time: "In the future, when we guide farmers to farm, we must also pay attention to science. It has been said in the newspapers that science and technology are the primary productive forces."

   Everyone naturally nodded, and then saw that not far from the pulverizer, there was a row of large guillotines, and the old people in the village were all cutting corn stalks.

   "Hey, you guys are more powerful than Lord Kaifeng Fubao's guillotine!"

   Secretary Sun was still joking.

  Captain Zhang quickly explained: "When the straw is taken back, it cannot be exposed to the sun for a long time, otherwise the water will lose too much and it will not meet the requirements. The shredder is not enough, so everyone is clamoring for the guillotine."

  Although green corn stalks are easier to chop, they can’t hold much, and they all have to be cut into one or two centimeters in length. A bundle of straw requires dozens of knives. How can you still feel relaxed?

   For the energy of the Jiapigou villagers, everyone is also convinced: With this energy, it’s no wonder that they don’t make a fortune?

  As for the finished feed, use a wheelbarrow to push it into the green storage cellar and compact it layer by layer.

  Everyone, go to the cellar and have a look. Good guy, a Dongfanghong chain rail car is emitting black smoke, rolling back and forth in the cellar.

   "The green stock must be compacted in order to ferment better and turn that into that."

   Captain Zhang started to show timidity again when he talked about professional things. He really couldn’t remember those new terms.

In the last moment of anxiety, he yelled directly: "Actually, it is similar to the reason why we make miso at home. If the miso is not fermented, the sauce will smell bad. It smells like stinky feet, which is not good at all." .”

  Although everyone thought it was a bit funny, the words were rough and reasonable, and they understood.

   At this time, Liu Qingshan also invited Professor Wang over. The majors are different after all. Professor Wang introduced to everyone:

   "The biggest advantage of silage feed is the use of microbial fermentation, mainly lactic acid bacteria, to convert the starch in these straws into sugar, which is conducive to the absorption of livestock."

  Seeing the experts, everyone turned into a problem baby, surrounded Professor Wang, chattering, and all kinds of problems popped up.

  Grandpa Wang was not in a hurry, and answered patiently one by one, from the processing and sealing of silage feed, to the later management of cellars, etc., he knew everything.

  Before I knew it, it was already noon, and Secretary Sun of the commune kept making noises, saying that the commune cafeteria had arranged a simple lunch and asked everyone to deal with it.

   "I don't have the mind to eat. I'll go back and make arrangements. I'll send two technicians over to learn and investigate. Is there anyone willing to engage in green storage."

  Secretary Wei of Fuqiang Commune waved his hand, greeted County Magistrate Wang and the others, and ran away in a jeep.

  The rest of the commune secretaries came back to think about it: This old Wei is really quick to start, no, we have to go back and make arrangements first.

  So all Hulu Hulu ran away, making Secretary Sun very depressed: "I asked the commune cafeteria to prepare lunch, you guys, why don't you give me any face!"

   "Okay, grandson, I don't miss your meal. Work is important." County Magistrate Wang comforted a few words, and led the people back to the county in a hurry.

  He had a premonition: Not only could the problem of growing carrots be solved this time, but the entire Bishui County might cause a wave of cultivation fever.

  Leaving Jiapigou in a jeep, County Magistrate Wang poked his head out of the car window and waved to Captain Zhang, Liu Qingshan and others who were sent to the entrance of the village.

  He couldn't help but sigh in his heart: It is really a magical small mountain village, which actually leads the agricultural development of the entire Bishui County.

  However, when he caught a glimpse of the young figure receding behind, the county magistrate suddenly realized in his heart: it is not the magical village of Jiapigou, but Liu Qingshan, the lucky star, who is the creator of the magic...

  (end of this chapter)