1983 Small Island, Starting From a Large Farmer

Chapter 29 Piling Master

(I asked my uncle at home and found out that wood was not cheap in the early 1980s. Many people went to forest farms to steal wood because it was needed to build houses and make furniture.

At that time, the money was calculated by the square meter. The uncle was not sure how much each square meter was. He only said that it was between 50 and 100. The price was even less clear. If anyone knows, you can tell me. )—

 It took nearly six days.

It was only Li Duoyu who finished the wooden piles for piling.

Now the wooden piles, kelp ropes and floating **** are piled up on the pier, attracting many fishermen to stop and watch.

“Old Li, if you have a lot of fish in your house, you don’t really need to raise kelp.”

“You guys dare to raise Atai even though the village next door is in such a bad situation. How brave you are.”

Facing the persuasion of the villagers, Lao Li looked very calm on the surface, but in fact he was panicking to death, but he still had a tough mouth.

 “Now that technology has advanced, someone has to give it a try.”

 Li Duoyu counted 332 wooden piles in total, and these days are all thanks to his second brother and these relatives.

 Li Duoyu did not suffer from "heavy bleeding".

  Nearly a hundred casuarina trees were planted, but the production brigade only paid him about 400 yuan.

 The meals, wine, cigarettes, tea, and money spent on transporting wood for everyone these days all add up to less than 500.

 Coupled with the money spent on buying kelp ropes and floats a few days ago, Li Duoyu invested exactly 1,000 yuan in kelp farming.

 For now, this amount of money is definitely a huge amount of money, but this is just the first step in the expensive journey of cultivating kelp.

 After making the wooden stakes.

Li Duoyu hurriedly ran to his uncle Chen Dongqing and asked him to help him contact a piling engineer specializing in deep-sea pile driving in the Lianjiang area to come and drive the piles.

The most suitable cultivation area for kelp is a mud or sandy bottom with a water depth of about 20 to 30 meters.

 Because of this depth, even if there is a phenomenal astronomical dry tide, the kelp will not hang on the bottom. If you raise it in too shallow waters, you will be unlucky and lose everything.

 The sea area that Li Duoyu is interested in.

 The average depth is exactly 20 meters.

Li Duoyu vaguely remembers that in 1983, there were already kelp piling machines in the Bohai Sea, but the southern side started late and almost all piling was done manually.

It is not an easy task to drive wooden piles to the seabed 20 meters deep by hand.

 Chen Atai, who had been cultivating kelp before, just saved a little bit in all aspects and thought he knew everything. He also hired his own people to do the piling. As a result, he ended up with a tragic situation of no kelp harvest.

But Li Duoyu is very willing to spend this money. Raising kelp is like building a house. The foundation must be laid firmly. It’s okay to spend more money, so that you can live more comfortably later.

The best way is to hire a professional piling team to drive the piles, and Lianjiang Fisheries Research Institute has a ready-made cooperation team.

 About two days later.

Li Duoyu and Lao Li were waiting for the piling team at the dock early in the morning.

 After waiting for about two hours, two large sampans finally appeared in their sight.

 There were many workers sitting on the sampan boat.

 There are almost ten people in the two boats together, and my brother-in-law Chen Dongqing is also on one of them.

 After the sampan docked.

The workers above got off the boat one after another, and under the command of Chen Dongqing, they moved some wooden piles and kelp ropes to the sampan.

"Duoyu, these casuarinas of yours are fine. Each one is so thick. It must have cost a lot of money." Chen Dongqing said.

 Li Duoyu also told the truth directly:

“Thanks to the report from our research institute, the brigade gave us a lot of convenience, and we won it for just a few hundred yuan.”

Hearing Li Duoyu talk about newspapers again, Chen Dongqing snorted coldly:

“The last time I reported it, I was going to give you a crap. All the lies you told the leader are empty. If the kelp cannot be raised well, you will be the one who is embarrassed in the end.”

Li Duoyu said with confidence:

“You have to be careful, I may not be good at reading, but when it comes to raising kelp, no one in the entire Dandan Island is better than me.”

As soon as Li Duoyu finished speaking, he was slapped on the back of the head by Lao Li.

"Why are you pretending to be a big-tailed wolf with your uncle? Since I am a top student at Ocean College and want to raise kelp, I should be modest and learn from your uncle."

Seeing Li Duoyu being taught a lesson, Chen Dongqing smiled happily. He had always liked watching his brother-in-law fix him since he was a child. “Brother-in-law, where is my sister?”

“Your sister is afraid that everyone will be hungry while driving pilings at sea, so she is baking cakes for everyone. When it’s time for dinner, she will bring them to everyone.”

 “It’s been a long time since I’ve eaten the light cakes baked by my sister.”

"If you want to eat, come back when you have time. It seems like you haven't been back to the island for a long time."

“The office has been quite busy in the past two years.”

 In fact, everyone knew the reason why Chen Dongqing did not want to return to the island, but they did not deliberately disclose it.

The reason why Chen Dongqing returned to the island this time is because this kelp farming experiment is very important to him.

 Because if Li Duoyu is successfully cultured.

His status in the institute will be improved, and he may even be promoted and re-employed. The most important thing is: he must prove that kelp farming can make money, not lose money.

 Less than an hour.

These piling workers moved a sampan of wood and kelp rope.

 Lao Li stayed to take care of the remaining wood and kelp ropes.

Li Duoyu and Chen Dongqing followed the main boat used for piling. This boat will be larger than the other one. Sitting on the bow is a young master in his thirties with calluses on his hands.

The moment Li Duoyu saw him, he was in a daze because he recognized this man.

Even in later generations, when he returned from the island country, this man was still making a living as a pile driver. Half of the fishermen in Lianjiang County who raised kelp and planted seaweed liked to ask him to drive piles.

 Because he is not only a good person,

 The piles driven are strong and cheap.

 During the years when Li Duoyu was raising kelp, he also visited him many times to drive piles, and the two of them even drank and chatted together.

 While chatting, Li Duoyu would tell him some things about illegal work in the island country, and he also told himself a lot about things other than pile driving.

 Not long after getting on the boat, Chen Dongqing introduced Li Duoyu.

“Duoyu, this is our best piling master in Shangfeng Town, Master Zhang Zetian. He used to be a soldier and just retired from the army not long ago. If you want to drive or repair piles in the future, just go to him directly.”

 Chen Dongqing has just finished his introduction.

Master Zhang scratched his head shyly: "It's not that great. I'm just a pile driver. You don't need to call me Master. Just call me Lao Zhang."

Li Duoyu cleared his throat and suddenly shouted: "Lao Zhang."

"arrive."

 After hearing this answer, everyone laughed from ear to ear. One worker said:

 “Old Zhang, are you afraid of being called by name? Why do you always get the answer?”

Li Duoyu did not laugh, but felt a little heavy, because this problem was left behind by Lao Zhang’s big battle somewhere in the southwest in 1979.

 is a post-war PTSD symptom.

Lao Zhang told him back then that his problem was inherited from the battlefield. Because the situation at that time was very tragic, their company often called for names.

　　 Someone whose name is called but not someone whose name is called.

 Nearly all were sacrificed.

As for those of them who survived, every time their name was called, they would shout loudly.

From then on, when he was not mentally prepared, if someone suddenly called his name, or Lao Zhang, he would subconsciously answer "come".

Because he could not pass the psychological test, after the big battle, Lao Zhang did not accept the job assigned to him by his leader, but returned to Shangfeng Town.

When most people in the town were trying to steal goods, he always stuck to the bottom line and never touched it.

 Because he has experienced life, death and battles, he understands better than anyone what national interests are.

 (End of this chapter)