Song Qingyun asked: "Yonghua, what's wrong?"

Liu Yonghua smiled bitterly: "It's easy to say about the things on materials, but the key is the lack of manpower."

Seeing Song Qingyun's face was puzzled, he realized that the young people in the village are now working outside, but they can't find anyone to harvest wheat. Yes, there are many young people in our village who stay in the village to farm. To put it bluntly, young people are now playful and playful. They would rather sit on the card table and play cards than roll up their legs and go down the floor.

In previous years, the older generation was working on farming. In recent years, as everyone grew older, fewer people farmed.

After hearing what he said, Song Qingyun looked down and suddenly realized something was wrong. Among the village committee members present today, Gong Zhenxin, Gong Liushan, and Laodian were all old people, and most of the others were middle-aged and elderly women. Only Liu Yonghua, Huang Ge and other strong laborers were just a few. As for Chen Jianguo, he couldn't do a job.

Younger people are only happy, but Comrade Xiaole went to the factory to work after finishing her studies. Not to mention going down to the fields, I was afraid that she could not even recognize the crops in the fields. Judging from her dressing, it was no different from the girls in the city.

The members of the village committee are one that is already aged, the other is urbanization, and the same is true for villagers.

Times have changed, and so have the countryside.

It is really difficult for a group of young people who are sick and disabled to take care of their hands and have no power to tie chickens to harvest wheat and plant seedlings.

Song Qingyun felt strange and asked, our village used to harvest good harvests every year, and the land was not deserted?

Gong Zhenxin: "Please do it from the machine outside."

Seeing that Song Qingyun was puzzled, the branch secretary explained that in previous years, the village only planted two seasons of crops. Rapeseed was planted in winter and rice in spring. Now that society has developed, they all use mechanization. Every year during the sowing season, people outside drive machines into the mountains.

Those machines are amazing. Just add some oil and they will rush into the ground. Plow the ground and sow the seeds in one stop. In two days, you can plow the entire village. When you harvest, they will drive the machine back to help you harvest.

You only need to give them one hundred to one hundred and five per acre of land, which is also cheap.

Song Qingyun said: "Yes, at worst, you can just ask a machine to harvest it. What are you worried about by branch secretary?"

Secretary Gong smiled bitterly: "The situation this year includes the special situation in our village. I am afraid that I can't find anyone, so I can only rely on handicrafts."

He said that those who help farmers harvest are from other provinces, running around the world all year round, making a living. Because the rice seeds in our province are all in April and harvesting in August, they will only come here at these two times and cannot find anyone at all.

In the past, the villagers in Hongshi Village were lazy and only planted one season of rice every year. Last year, because of the problem of water use, there were more winter wheat. The climate here was hot, and the harvesting period of winter wheat was half a month earlier than in other places.

Song Qingyun asked again, could he contact them by phone?

Everyone smiled bitterly and said, "The phone can be reached, but they won't come." Most of their hometowns are in Shaanxi Province, which is more than a thousand miles away from us. If you go alone, the money and tolls alone will cost tens of thousands. Secretary Song, do you think they are willing?"

Song Qingyun also touched his chin and smiled bitterly: "There is no other way, I can only harvest it by hand. Could it be that the wheat rots in the field?"

Lao Dian: "How to solve the labor problem?" His legs hurt and he limped while walking. His son and his wife ignored him and had no way to get off the ground.

His problems are much more serious than others.

Song Qingyun tentatively said: "Didn't the young people go back to the village during this Spring Festival? Otherwise, they would persuade them to stay and leave after harvesting the wheat... forget it..."

The migrant workers have returned to the city one after another in the past two days, and there is still half a month before the harvest of winter wheat. If you force yourself to stay, how can you calculate the loss?

Even if they work in the factory assembly line, they earn hundreds of income every day. If you keep them, will you give them money?

Of course, you can also reason with others, saying that the land belongs to your family and the wheat you harvest is also from your family. You can't watch your own grain sprout in the field, right?

But maybe I would say that the total output of my three acres of land is less than 2,000 kilograms. The market is only one or two yuan. Even if it is lost, how much loss can it be? I will come back after working overtime in the factory. Let the elderly keep it at home and play with it. Calculate as much as it collects!

Farmers are also calculating economic accounts, and growing grain is indeed not a good deal.

Song Qingyun finally said: "It really doesn't work. Our village cadres take the lead in organizing volunteers and helping families without labor." Of course, there are only a few village cadres, and they really can't help so many villagers. Besides, the cadres' families also have wheat to be harvested. Take Lao Dian for example, he still needs help from others! This matter has some symbolic meaning and cannot solve practical difficulties.

Song Qingyun had no choice but to come down and think of a solution slowly.

The atmosphere in the conference room was a bit dull when the matter of harvesting winter wheat was a little dull. Seeing that everyone was in a bad mood, Song Qingyun smiled and said, "Let's talk about something happy."

I roughly explained what I discussed with Mei’s father in the past two days, saying, everyone, in the future, our village’s grape planting and rural tourism income will walk on two legs. If everything goes well, the village will change a lot in a year.

Lao Mei promised to make a plan for rural tourism development for us, and it should be able to finish the winter wheat harvest.

Today I just want to ask everyone if you are willing to do this.

"Why don't you do it? Let tourists sleep at home for a few meals and eat a few meals. Where can I find such a good thing?"

"Secretary Song, we want to believe in you, we will do it with you."

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Everyone was very excited.

Chen Jianguo said even more excitedly, Secretary Song, I didn’t expect that our village would become a scenic spot. If things were done, I would now put a flower pole at the entrance of the village to sell tickets for fifty yuan per piece. Over the past year, there would be a 100,000 tourists, which would be a 5 million yuan income. I would make a fortune and make a fortune.

Mei Yong and his family have lived in his house for so long and have received room and board fees. He has been extremely rich this year. I feel that his wife Gao Chunrong has been particularly gentle to him recently.

In the past, Gao Chunrong was very picky about him, a village cadre who couldn't make money, saying that he was a waste.

Now, Chen Jianguo has found the feeling of being the head of the family.

It can be seen that when a poor couple is sad, and if the family has money, everything will be harmonious.

His house is new and large, with reception capabilities, and is very supportive of the development of rural tourism projects.

Song Qingyun was shocked and said that he could not sell tickets. Let’s just say that here it is an ancient village. Although the scenery is very good, tourists have to come. Not to mention Hongshi Village, it is just that famous ancient city. When there is no ticket, it is crowded to death. Once the ticket is collected, tourists will not go there.

Moreover, our core competitiveness here is not snow-capped mountains or ancient houses, but sunny and warm winters. After all, it is a health care base. Our goal is to bring in and stay. As long as the passenger stays, there will be consumption, rather than directly collecting tickets to kill the chicken to get eggs.

Everyone nodded and said, "Yes, if you collect tickets, you will come. If we do this, we will not be scolded to death by the people."

Song Qingyun smiled and said, "Actually, the most important thing is that the procedures for collecting tickets are troublesome, and many units need to apply for approval. Unlike us now, we have a few farmhouses, anyway, some people come to arrange food and accommodation, and then go to the industrial and commercial places to get a license and pay some taxes. What I said is not incompatible with the policy, so everyone can listen."

Gong Zhenxin asked: "How to do rural tourism and how to carry out the work?"

At this time, Liu Yonghua spoke: "I personally have an opinion. If you do rural tourism, give priority to supporting poor households. After you come down, let's first look at which poor household's house has the ability to receive and have enough staff at home. If your business is good in the future, then consider ordinary villagers. In addition, should I also do street hygiene? I have been tutoring with my children in the city during this period and talked with a few tutoring teachers. According to them, garbage sorting has begun in the provincial capital. This has inspired me a lot, and we can learn here in the future. Only when the environment is good can tourists come and play."

After hearing this, Song Qingyun couldn't help but take a breath of air conditioning and thought to himself: You Liu Yonghua, you can think of garbage sorting. This is too sick. Just wait for the villagers to be stabbed in the future and be scolded as a silly!

"Yonghua's idea is very insightful and can be done in the future." Gong Zhenxin sighed: "Qingyun, Yonghua, when we came back from visiting the tea ecological park at the end of last year, I told you that the natural conditions in Xiahe Village are not much better than ours, and they are still one level behind in terms of scenery. But they can create an ecological tourist park to attract guests from all directions. We are not stupid or lazy, so why can't we get it out?"
Chapter completed!