Chapter 29 Pile Driver

(After asking my uncle, I 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. The uncle was not sure how much each square 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.

Only then did Li Duoyu finish the wooden piles for piling.

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

"Lao Li, if you have a lot of fish in your house, you don't really need to raise kelp."

"You guys still dare to raise Atai from the village next door. You are so brave."

Faced with 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 a total of 332 wooden piles, and these days are all thanks to his second brother and these relatives.

Li Duoyu did not suffer from "heavy bleeding".

For nearly a hundred casuarina trees, the production team only charged 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 five hundred.

In addition to the money spent on buying kelp ropes and floats a few days ago, Li Duoyu invested exactly one thousand yuan in kelp farming.

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

After making the stakes.

Li Duoyu hurriedly ran to his uncle Chen Dongqing and asked him to help him contact a pile driver 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, there will be no kelp hanging on the bottom. If you raise it in too shallow waters, you will be unlucky and you will lose everything.

And 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 pile drivers in the Bohai Sea, but the southern side started later 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, so he hired his own people to drive pilings. As a result, he ended up in the 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, moved some wooden piles and kelp ropes to the sampan.

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

Li Duoyu also told the truth directly:

"Thanks to the report from your research institute, the brigade provided a lot of convenience, and I won it for just a few hundred yuan."

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

"The last time I reported it, I made a fool of you. You told the leader about all the lies and nonsense. If the kelp is not raised well, you will be the one who is embarrassed in the end."

Li Duoyu said confidently:

"You just have to be rest assured. 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? I'm a top student at Ocean College. Since you want to raise kelp, you 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 piles at sea, so she is baking pancakes for everyone. When it's time for dinner, she should bring them to everyone."

"It's been a long time since I've eaten my sister's baked cakes."

"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 institute has been quite busy in the past two years."

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

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

Because if Li Duoyu is successfully cultured.

His status in the institute will improve, and he may even be promoted and reused. 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 rope.

Li Duoyu and Chen Dongqing followed the main ship used for piling. This ship would be larger than the other one. Sitting on the bow was 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 the future, when he came back from the island country, this man still made a living by driving piles. Half of the fishermen in Lianjiang County who raised kelp and seaweed liked to ask him to drive piles.

Because he was not only a good person,

The piles he drove were strong and cheap.

During the years when Li Duoyu raised kelp, he also asked him to drive a lot of piles. The two of them even drank and chatted together.

During the chat, Li Duoyu would tell him about some illegal work in the island country, and he also told him a lot of things other than piling.

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

"Duoyu, this is the best pile driver in our Shangfeng Town, Master Zhang Zetian, who used to be a soldier and just retired not long ago. If you need to drive piles and make up piles in the future, just go to him directly."

Chen Dongqing had just finished the introduction.

Master Zhang scratched his head shyly: "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."

"Here."

After hearing this answer, everyone laughed so hard that they couldn't close their mouths. A worker said:

"Lao Zhang, are you afraid of being called out? Why do you always answer yes?"

But Li Duoyu didn't laugh, but felt a little heavy, because this problem was left by Lao Zhang in the big battle somewhere in the southwest in 1979.

It is a symptom of post-war PTSD.

Lao Zhang told him that this problem was left over from the battlefield. Because the situation was very tragic at that time, their company often had to call out.

When the roll call was called, those who were not called.

Almost all died.

And those who survived, every one of them who was called out would shout very loudly.

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

Because he couldn't get over the psychological barrier, Lao Zhang didn't accept the job assigned to him by his leader after the great battle, but returned to Shangfeng Town.

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

Because he had experienced life and death and battles, he understood what national interests were better than anyone else.