The mountains are covered with rain and are strange.

In the eyes of the poet, the rain in the mountains is passionate and beautiful.

But for busy farming people, the inappropriate rain is a disaster.

Wang Lin was unintentionally enjoying the beautiful rainy scenery in the cotton area.

This continuous heavy rain brought him only endless losses.

From a distance, you can see a group of people wearing straw hats and raincoats working.

The cotton fields in autumn are like a sea of ​​clouds, and the white cotton wool blooms with hope. One, two, thousands, and thousands, and heavy flowers are falling on your chest.

Wang Lin said to Zhou Boqiang beside him: "Artificial cotton picking? This speed is too slow."

Zhou Boqiang said: "There is no way, now there is only this condition."

Wang Lin said: "It's not that there's no way, but I just haven't figured out a way to solve the problem. Is cotton harvesters expensive? The small ones cost tens of thousands of yuan, and the large ones cost hundreds of thousands of yuan."

Zhou Boqiang said: "Mr. Wang, machines are not expensive, but cotton harvesters are not practical."

"Isn't practical?" Wang Lin was really puzzled by this and asked, "Why isn't practical?"

Of course, Zhou Boqiang knew the tricks very well and immediately replied: "Cotton harvesting machinery is a crop harvesting machinery for picking mature cotton or picking cotton bolts. Since 1850, a variety of cotton harvesting machines have appeared. , but it was not until the 1920s that a small amount of cotton picking machines were sold. By 1975, the cotton harvest in the United States had been mechanized. In 1980, the polar bear brother had 75% of cotton harvesting machines. Due to the high miscellaneous rate of cotton picking by machine , significantly lower the cotton grade and require a large investment cotton cleaning factory. Therefore, cotton harvesting machinery is not promoted and used in China."

Wang Lin said, "The machine is not expensive, but the supporting cotton cleaning factory is very expensive?"

Zhou Boqiang said: "Yes, Mr. Wang, an investment of a cotton cleaning factory costs at least tens of millions. The cotton fields we are here are just experimental areas. Isn't it cost-effective to invest too much?"

Wang Lin's expression became more serious.

Zhou Boqiang said: "When we were young, we often went to pick up cotton. From third-grade primary school students to the agency staff, we had to support the autumn of the autumn to pick up cotton. There was a lot of cotton and we had to pick it up until November. One year, it snowed heavily in advance, and we were in charge of They held a small stick in them, knocking on the snow and picking up cotton, and both hands were swollen."

Wang Lin said: "Aren't that very tired?"

Zhou Boqiang smiled bitterly: "In the years we went to the countryside, we were most afraid of picking up cotton. The silver sea that could not be seen at a glance, endless cotton that seemed to be endless, the autumn wind was bleak, and the crescent moon was sparse, and we walked towards the cotton field before dawn. The dew quickly wet my legs and made me tremble. At noon, the autumn sun was burning and the roast made me dizzy. People in southern Xinjiang said that wearing cotton clothes in the morning and gauze in the afternoon, holding the stove to eat watermelon It's this season. I finally waited until the sun set before I finished work. At most, I could only pick up about fifty kilograms. After a day, my back was sore and my legs were stiff and I didn't bend when I walked. It was because I was too afraid of picking up cotton, so many of them were there. The child must be admitted to university no matter what, to escape the pain of picking up flowers!”

Wang Lin looked at the scene in front of him and it was not difficult to imagine what Zhou Boqiang said.

He stood in front of the cotton field, carrying his hands on his back, looking at the white cotton swaying in the rain, and slowly said: "The cotton picker is a great invention in the history of agricultural science and technology, which simplifies the harvesting of cotton. Now a cotton farm employee can only manage it. Fifty acres of cotton are still exhausted, and the cost of picking cotton manually is also high. Cotton farmers work hard for a year and their net income is up to a few hundred yuan per mu. If we can achieve mechanization, the net income per mu can reach more than 1,000 yuan per mu, and each It is also very easy for people to manage more than 1,000 acres."

Zhou Boqiang said: "If you really want to fully realize mechanization, you will have an investment of over 100 million yuan."

Wang Lin waved his hand: "Mr. Zhou, then invest 100 million! I want the cotton picker to sing loudly in the cotton field! From sowing of plastic film, irrigation to machine cotton picking, the whole process is realized to achieve the mechanization of cotton cultivation!"

Zhou Boqiang's body was shocked!

He felt Wang Lin's ambition.

"President Zhou, have you ever seen cotton picking machines?" Wang Lin asked.

Zhou Boqiang shook his head: "I have never seen it before. Mr. Wang, have you seen it?"

Wang Lin nodded: "The cotton picking machine is six rows in one trip. The guide guide is introduced into rows of cotton trees in a regular manner. The ingots in the cotton picking room work in an orderly manner. The sharp hook teeth hang the seed cotton and the cotton bolls that spit out the floss

Immediately leave the cotton branches, and the cotton strip rotates at high speed and releases in reverse. The airflow sucks through the cotton conveyor pipe to join the cotton box, compact and bundled, and what comes out of the machine is a bag of seed cotton."

Zhou Boqiang imagined that kind of picture and said yearningly: "That's extremely efficient!"

Wang Lin said: "If it is a row of cotton pickers, it will be more efficient and the scene will be more spectacular."

"Oh, Mr. Wang, it would be great if it can be achieved. However, Loudong is still not suitable for such large-scale mechanized operations? If it is in the southern Xinjiang region, there will definitely be no problem."

"In fact, it can also be used here. The terrain of the whole city of Gusu is low and flat, and the plains account for more than 55% of the total area." Wang Lin said.

It was raining heavily. Although Wang Lin and the others were holding umbrellas, their trousers had already been wet.

"The cotton is there!" Zhou Boqiang saw the cotton boll and pointed it to Wang Lin.

Wang Lin nodded.

Zhou Boqiang shouted: "Cotton General! Cotton General!"

The cotton boll turned his back to the road. After hearing the shouts, he turned around and saw Wang Lin and others through the rain curtain, and couldn't help but laugh, but the smile on her face soon disappeared.

She walked over from the cotton field.

The roads in the cotton area are covered with mud roads, and they are washed away by rain, which is terrible.

Wang Lin and his team were all wet, and the leather shoes on their feet were covered with thick mud.

The cotton bolls were wearing rain boots, raincoats, and hats, but they were useless and had already been wet.

"Mr. Wang!" Cotton bell shouted at him, pursed her thin lips, and had the urge to cry, "There are so many broken bells!"

Wang Lin nodded without a single word of blame: "I know everything. It's raining so hard, so don't work anymore. Let everyone rest!"

The cotton bolls wiped the rain on their faces: "Mr. Wang, we have to pick them quickly. The rotten bells are also useful."

Wang Lin asked, "How to use a bad bell?"

"As long as you pick and collect the rotten bells in time, dip them with 1% ethylene and dry them to avoid the formation of stagnant petals, it can effectively reduce the loss of rotten bells; at the same time, you can harvest and vomit sufficient cotton wool. Rotten bells, stagnant petals, and frost after frost

The flowers need to be picked, dried, stored, and sold separately. I guess they can reduce the loss by 20%." Cotton boll replied.

Wang Lin said oh, "There is no rush for these two days. The rain cannot keep falling. It is not a joke to freeze people and let them down. Notify everyone and wait until the rain stops before working."

Zhou Boqiang said: "Mr. Cotton, Mr. Wang is kind to his subordinates, just listen to him! I'll tell everyone to finish work."

Wang Lin said in an unquestionable tone: "I have something to say to you and go back to the office building."

The cotton boll dared not resist Wang Lin's order, so he looked at the cotton field helplessly and reluctantly, and invited the workers to rest.

The workers came out one after another.

Wang Lin turned around and walked back, with Mianbo, Zhou Boqiang and others following behind.

"President Zhou, why is Mr. Wang here?" Cottonboy asked in a low voice.

"Didn't you call his house?" Zhou Boqiang replied.

"I just reported to him about his work. I didn't expect him to come."

"Okay, stop talking, go back."

When we returned to the office building, everyone was busy going to the pool next to us to clean their shoes.

Wang Lin said: "Everyone changes wet clothes and shoes, and a meeting will take place in half an hour."

Guo Lingling walked up and said, "Mr. Wang, you can change it too, right?"

Wang Lin nodded.

This time he came, he did not bring Li Wenjuan, and his daily life was only under the responsibility of his secretary.

Guo Lingling accompanied Wang Lin upstairs, came to his room, and helped take out the clothes to change them for Wang Lin.

Wang Lin planned to stay here for two days, so he brought clothes, but only one pair of shoes, and he was already wet at this moment.

Guo Lingling found the cotton boll and asked a pair of slippers to change into Wang Lin. She asked Uncle Zhong to drive to the city to buy Wang Lin's pair of shoes.

Half an hour later, Wang Lin held a brief meeting.

At the meeting, Wang Lin mainly talked about the impact of this heavy rainfall on the cotton area and the development of the cotton area work next year.

This year marks the first year of the establishment of the cotton area, mainly to test the adaptability and yield of new varieties of cotton in the Yangtze River Basin.

Wang Lin's tone was calm and he didn't say a word to blame anyone.

Starting next year, the cotton area will be expanded, the planting area will be greatly increased, and 100 million yuan will be invested to achieve full mechanization.

After the meeting, Wang Lin and Cotton Boll discussed separately.

The two talked about the possibility of mechanization of cotton seeding and harvesting.

Cotton boll said that the land we rent is mainly plain areas, and it is feasible to achieve mechanized sowing and harvesting. Cotton fields need to be leveled in advance to lay a solid foundation for mechanized production.

Wang Lin said that you will manage this matter. What you need to do? You must complete it after collecting cotton in the second half of this year.

While Cotton Boll talked to Wang Lin, he sneezed from time to time and shook his nose.

Wang Lin asked, "Did you catch a cold?"

"Yeah, a little bit." Cotton boll turned his head and coughed a few more times.

Wang Lin said: "We will talk about this first today, you can go and have a rest."

Cotton Boll said: "I'm sorry, Mr. Wang, I messed up the cotton field work."

Wang Lin said: "You have tried your best. I see all your efforts. Have a good rest!"

The boss was so gentle and caring, which deeply moved the cotton boll.

Her eyes turned red and she almost burst into tears.

The cotton boll stood up and felt heavy and light, his body was uncontrollable, and he walked flutteringly.

Wang Lin hurriedly supported her and asked, "Do you want to go to the hospital?"

"It's okay, I'll just take a cold medicine." Cotton boll stood firm with his hands on Wang Lin's chest, forced himself to get energetic, and returned to his room to rest.

Uncle Zhong bought new leather shoes for Wang Lin and changed them to Wang Lin.

Wang Lin was also tired for a day and went to bed for a while.
To be continued...