Chapter 975 Contents
She told Qi Tongwei that her family was a well-known merchant in the market with rich business resources. She was willing to help Qi Tongwei and his partners to gain a foothold in the market and promote the village's specialties.
With the help of Lin Wan'er, Qi Tongwei and his partners started to do business at the market. They brought agricultural products and handicrafts from the village to the market for sale. With their high quality and unique style, they were loved by many people. The business gradually picked up, and their lives became better and better.
However, as the business expanded, problems also followed. Some competitors began to envy Qi Tongwei and his partners' success and secretly tripped them up to create trouble. At the same time, the business rules in the market were complicated and changeable, and Qi Tongwei and his partners also encountered many difficulties and setbacks in the course of their business.
Faced with these challenges, Qi Tongwei did not back down. He thought of the little fox, its bravery and tenacity. He led his partners to unite and face difficulties together. They continuously improved their products and service quality, while also actively looking for new business opportunities. In the process, Qi Tongwei and Lin Wan'er's feelings gradually warmed up. They supported and encouraged each other and overcame difficulties together.
After several years of hard work, Qi Tongwei and his partners have established a firm foothold in the market, their business is getting bigger and bigger, and their reputation is getting louder and louder. They not only brought a lot of income to the village, but also brought back advanced technology and concepts from outside, which brought about earth-shaking changes in the village.
When Qi Tongwei returned to the village again, he saw a brand new scene. The houses in the village became more spacious and brighter, and the roads became flatter and cleaner. The villagers' living standards have been greatly improved, and their faces are filled with happy smiles. Qi Tongwei knows that all this is inseparable from the joint efforts of everyone and the strength given to him by the little fox.
In the following days, Qi Tongwei continued to travel between the village and the market.
The phone vibrated in his trouser pocket. It was a message from Lao Zhou, a supplier in the provincial capital: "There is a problem with the quality inspection report. The heavy metal content of mushrooms exceeds the standard by three times." Qi Tongwei's finger hovered over the screen for a moment, and his nails dug deep into his palm. This is the third quality crisis this month. Since the introduction of greenhouse cultivation technology, the seemingly prosperous mushroom industry is like a beam and pillar eaten by insects, which may collapse at any time.
In the village committee office late at night, the incandescent light bulbs made a crackling sound. Qi Tongwei spread out the account book, and the yellowed pages were densely recorded with loan interest, fertilizer purchases, and villagers' dividends. The little fox squatted on the windowsill, and its tail swept across the pile of test reports anxiously. "I should have listened to you at the beginning." Qi Tongwei reached out and stroked the fox's fluffy fur, "I shouldn't have trusted those quick-fix technologies."
The memory goes back to that snowy night three years ago. The little fox turned into a human form, and his slender white fingers drew a blueprint for modern agriculture by the fire: intelligent temperature-controlled greenhouses, factory-based mushroom stick production, and e-commerce live streaming sales. The villagers raised their stoneware bowls and clinked their glasses, and the firelight reflected a blush of longing on every face. But no one noticed the small words in the corner of the drawing - "Industrial-grade nutrient solution is required."
At three o'clock in the morning, Qi Tongwei reached the mushroom cultivation base. The moonlight shone through the plastic film of the greenhouse, dyeing the mushrooms a strange bluish-white color. He opened the mushroom stick in the corner, and the stench of decay hit him in the face - the mycelium, which should have been as white as jade, was covered with dark green mold spots. The phone suddenly lit up, and the deputy county chief in charge of agriculture sent a voice message: "Old Qi, the TV station will come to shoot a special program on rural revitalization tomorrow, you should prepare your speech."
"County Magistrate Li, our mushrooms..." Qi Tongwei was interrupted before he finished speaking: "The province is in need of typical cases. If we do a good job of publicity this time, the project funding will double next year!" After the call, the little fox suddenly appeared, with amber eyes full of worry: "Over-reliance on fertilizers and pesticides, this land is getting sick."
On the second day of filming, the camera lens swept over the carefully selected high-quality mushrooms. Qi Tongwei talked about his fortune into the microphone, and out of the corner of his eye he saw Aunt Wang, a villager, hiding in a place where the camera couldn't see her, secretly stuffing moldy mushroom sticks into a tricycle. A sudden rainstorm hit in the afternoon, and the rain mixed with pesticide residues flowed into the creek along the ditch, startling a group of crucian carps with their bellies turned upside down.
Quality problems spread like a plague. First, supermarkets in neighboring counties demanded returns, and then the Industrial and Commercial Bureau issued a rectification notice. Qi Tongwei took the test report to the county leaders, but heard at the door of the meeting room: "Old Qi is still too young, can't he handle this little storm? As long as the report looks good, the higher-ups won't bother to investigate..."
In desperation, the little fox took Qi Tongwei to visit the deep mountains and old forests at night. Under the moonlight, wild mushrooms grew quietly on rotten wood, earthworms shuttled in the moist soil, and glowing fireflies hid under the dead leaves. "Nature has its own rhythm." The little fox's fingertips ran across the gills of the mushrooms, "Just like people cannot violate morality, the land also needs to rest and recuperate."
Qi Tongwei began to secretly implement reforms. He transformed the greenhouse into an ecological planting area, using corn cobs and cow dung to make natural mushroom sticks; he organized villagers to learn organic planting techniques, but was resisted by some people. "If we don't use chemical fertilizers, the output will be reduced by half, so what will we do with the dividends?" Zhang Dazhu, a large grower, slammed the table, "You are cutting off everyone's source of income!"
The turning point occurred on a rainy night. A mountain torrent washed away the greenhouse that used chemical fertilizers the most, leaving the bare land like a wound with skin and flesh peeled off, with no grass growing. In the area where ecological cultivation was adopted, mushrooms spread their umbrellas in the rain and earthworms wriggled happily in the moist soil.
When the provincial environmental protection inspection team suddenly visited, Qi Tongwei was teaching children to identify wild mushrooms. The test results showed that the indicators of mushrooms in the ecological planting area were better than the national standards, while the heavy metals in the area using chemical fertilizers and pesticides exceeded the standard seriously. After the truth was revealed, the relevant responsible persons were held accountable, but Qi Tongwei was forgiven for taking the initiative to rectify the situation.
In today's village, the eco-tourism park has replaced the plastic greenhouse. Tourists pick wild mushrooms in the forest with bamboo baskets and listen to Qi Tongwei talk about the planting philosophy of "Tao follows nature". The little fox still appears late at night, sweeping its tail across the pile of organic certification certificates, its eyes brighter than the mountain moon.
One morning, Qi Tongwei met Aunt Wang in the threshing ground. The old lady trembled and handed him a basket of vegetables she had grown: "Xiao Qi, I was confused before..." In the morning mist, smoke and mountain mist rose up, and the whistle of a delivery truck came from afar - this time, the car was full of real green agricultural products.
Aunt Wang's screams came from the threshing ground in the distance. Qi Tongwei turned around and saw several black cars running over the newly paved asphalt road, with police lights flickering on the roofs.
"Comrade Qi Tongwei," Captain Zhang of the county forest police jumped out of the car, crushing wild flowers on the roadside with his police boots, "according to reports from the public, you are suspected of illegally collecting wild protected mushroom species." The words "Russula" on the search warrant he unfolded made Qi Tongwei's eyes ache. Those wild mushrooms in the forest that were once praised by tourists for their "original ecology" have now become the sword of Damocles hanging over their heads.
The threshing ground was in chaos. Aunt Wang's overturned basket rolled to Qi Tongwei's feet, and a ladybug was lying on the green leaves covered with morning dew. Qi Tongwei bent down to pick it up, but he touched something hard in the basket - wild milk mushrooms wrapped in newspaper, which is a Class II protected species on the list. He suddenly remembered the "specialties" that the tourists stuffed in last week when they left. At that time, he was only concerned with introducing ecological planting and did not read the contents carefully.