Scholars in the courtyard

On the other side, Wang Huzi, who had finished his work, was preparing to return to the station. After being away for two days, it was time to go back and take charge.

But before leaving, he was called to a saline-alkali land by Ma Sanxing.

He came here mainly to see the tractors, but Ma Sanxing insisted on taking him to see some salt-alkali resistant corn fields.

At first, when he heard that Yang Xiaotao had developed corn that could be seeded in saline-alkali land, he was curious about it for a while, but thinking about the situation in saline-alkali land, he didn't ask any more.

In his opinion, if it can grow, then sow it.

Anyway, as long as you reap more than you sow.

But when Ma Sanxing took him to his destination, the scene in front of him was different from what he imagined.

Corn grown in saline-alkali land will never grow so neatly.

It should be the kind of corn scattered in twos and threes, short and narrow in the west. How could it be like this? It shouldn't be like this.

Wang Beard had some doubts as to whether this was a saline-alkali land.

However, looking at the color on the ground, he had no doubt that this was a salt-alkali land.

However, looking at the two-meter-high corn stalks in front of him, neatly arranged in rows, with long corn cobs hanging on them, Wang Huzi couldn’t believe it, but he had to believe it.

When Ma Sanxing saw Wang Huzi's shock, a smile broke out on his old face.

"Chief, these are the seeds that Teacher Yang brought before. He said they can grow on saline-alkali soil."

"It's amazing. After so many years of farming, this is the first time I've discovered that such good corn can grow in saline-alkali land."

"Look, this cob, looking at the particles inside, is no worse than ordinary corn."

Ma Sanxing came here almost once a day during this period, just to see with his own eyes the corn that can grow on saline-alkali soil.

Wang Huzi suppressed the shock in his heart and walked straight into the cornfield without saying anything.

Ignoring the entanglement of corn leaves, I touched this one and pinched that one from time to time. Finally, I broke off one, peeled it off myself, and took a big bite.

born! But it’s chewy!

"Yeah, it's delicious, haha, not bad."

Behind him, Xiao Wu and several guards met and stood by until Wang Huzi came out with two corn cobs, then he stepped forward to take over.

"This area is all about that, blood jade?"

"Yes, Teacher Yang got the blood jade. Because it was planted late at that time, and maybe related to the variety, the blood jade blooms and pollinates later than ordinary corn, so it matures later."

"But, this yield, sir, is definitely better than ordinary corn."

"From one acre, we can harvest three to four hundred kilograms at least."

"In the past, this area was all saline-alkali land where cultivation was impossible. Even if we could plant it, we wouldn't necessarily be able to get a hundred pounds of it. That's not enough."

Ma Sanxing sighed with emotion, and Wang Huzi was also in agitated mood.

In the vast land of the northwest, there are large areas of saline-alkali land that are not suitable for human cultivation and cultivation, so only a small part of it is used by farms.

Now, with this kind of seed, it means that the size of the farm can be doubled or even several times expanded.

In the future, not only cash crops such as cotton can be grown here in the northwest, but also this kind of corn can be grown. It will become the country's grain warehouse, feed more people, and stabilize border defenses.

"I remember Yang Xiaotao said that this kind of seeds should be stored separately and cannot be mixed with others?"

"Yes, Teacher Yang said that these are special seeds that need to be stored separately. They cannot be planted close to the corn until then, just like breeding."

Ma Sanxing said solemnly, Wang Huzi nodded.

"This year will be like this. When next year starts, these seeds will be planted. In the future, with tractors, farming will be easier. You should pay more attention to this breeding matter."

Ma Sanxing nodded and understood.

The two of them walked around the cornfield, and Wang Huzi immediately returned to the farm.

Wang Huzi picked up the phone again and reported the situation here.

"Old money, huh? The tractors are very good, very good. I agree to make a batch of them to try."

"Yes, it's very dynamic and energetic. It's very suitable for this environment."

"I have something else to tell you this time."

Wang Huzi suppressed his excitement and told Secretary Qian about the blood jade. There was a long silence on the phone.

It wasn’t until the end that he said, “I’ll report to my superiors.”

And just when Wang Huzi was about to go back and make plans, the sky in Sijiu City had already darkened.

Yang Xiaotao was finally free. He came out of the steel factory and drove to Yangjiazhuang.

When I returned to Zhuangzi, I found that the large team headquarters was full of people.

After walking in, I realized that I was actually there.

The corn harvested this time has been dried and ready to be stored in the warehouse. Judging from the demeanor of everyone, it should be a good harvest year.

"Master, Uncle Jiu, Uncle Da Zhuang."

"Hey, Xiaotao is back."

Yang Xiaotao walked in and greeted the people in the room. Everyone responded with smiles. Then he saw Teacher Hong holding a notebook and reading the numbers. The amount of corn harvest written on it was. Uncle Jiu next to him was also posing. He was holding an abacus and dialing the numbers continuously.

Fatty Ding even rubbed his hands. Whether he could complete the task of his superiors depends on this time.

"Out!"

With the final push of Uncle Jiu's left thumb, a six-digit number appeared on the abacus.

Yang Xiaotao stretched out his head and took a look. The upper bead on the far left plus the lower one were exactly six.

More than six hundred thousand.

Quite a few.

I remember that Yangjiazhuang originally only had 600 acres of land. This is the sum of the good and the bad. Counting the other two villages, the available arable land in the farm is only 1,600 to 700 acres. Calculated based on the yield per mu, this The yield of three to four hundred kilograms per acre is very consistent with the yield of ordinary corn.

After all, these are bred.

If Yangcun No. 1 is planted, the yield is estimated to double.

When the preliminary data came out, the room burst into laughter.

Fatty Ding stepped forward to carefully copy the data, while Yang Dazhuang was checking from the side.

Yang Xiaotao approached Teacher Hong, chatting and laughing, and handed over the fruit bag Ran Qiuye asked to bring.

Teacher Hong was not polite when he saw it. He took the bag and smiled, "My Xiao Zhang said that every time he comes back, he can take advantage of your family. When this child comes out, he is not allowed to recognize him as his godmother."

"Haha, just admit it, we're all familiar with it anyway."

Yang Xiaotao said indifferently, and even thought it would be good to become a godfather with Teacher Hong.

After all, this is a future six-star!

"By the way, I'll go up to watch the ceremony in two days. How about it? Are you very excited?"

"Excited? It's okay, but speaking of which, how many times have you been there?"

"Me, maybe four or five times."

"What do you feel?"

"Feeling? I don't feel anything!"

"I think you're showing off."

"Ha ha."

The two were chatting and laughing, and on the other side, Yang Xiaotao saw two white flour bags on the ground.

"You came back just in time. These two bags are made from two kilograms of noodles produced by each family in the village. Take them with you to the car when you leave. Remember to deliver them to me."

Mr. Yang was talking to Uncle Jiu, and when he saw Yang Xiaotao speaking solemnly, Yang Xiaotao nodded.

This is what he came back to do this time, although he felt a little embarrassed.

"I gained a lot this time."

"All the seeds planted in Zhuangzi are high-quality seeds. Because the scale has been expanded this year, the number of high-quality seeds has increased by more than half compared to last year. When we plant again next year, more surrounding villages will be able to use Yangcun No. 1."

"That's good. By the way, these cornmeal can't be Yangcun No. 1, right?"

Yang Xiaotao suddenly asked, and Mr. Yang stood aside and directly gave him a head of kernels. Yang Xiaotao quickly covered his head and stood aside, and heard Yang Dazhuang and others laughing, "How can we bear to grind such good seeds into flour?"

"Everyone in our village has a share. This is what we agreed on last time. Several surrounding villages will give it together."

"Oh, that's it, haha."

Yang Xiaotao smiled, "What about planting wheat next?"

"Well, we'll start working after the National Day. By the way, all the tractors in the village have been replaced by diesel this time, so it's really fast."

Yang Dazhuang lamented that the diesel version was faster than the steam version, and it didn't have so many problems. It didn't have to run and stop to add coal and water, which wasted fuel.

"Are the supporting equipment complete?"

"It's complete. It can be used with all the ones used on steam tractors in the past. You don't know, the surrounding villages are thinking of getting one. This one can hold up half the brigade."

"Yes, Xiaotao, your machine factory needs to produce more. The more machines there are, the more we can do."

Uncle Yang Jiu and others were also talking. After seeing the advantages and cheapness of tractors, everyone looked down upon the previous working methods.

"Don't worry. After the integration of the machinery factory, the production of tractors will increase day by day. It won't be long before the whole country will be using them."

"That would be great."

Everyone laughed, and Yang Xiaotao wanted to go back quickly, so he carried two solid bags of cornmeal into the car, then picked up Mr. Yang in the car and went back to Sijiu City together. This time Mr. Yang wanted to see the scene.

In the car, Mr. Yang handed a small book to Yang Xiaotao.

"what is this?"

"See for yourself."

Yang Xiaotao was amazed. When he opened it, he saw a sentence written at the beginning of the first page.

Judging from the handwriting, it looks like a student's handwriting.

"Gift to those closest to you."

"Dear Chief, we are villagers of Yangjiazhuang, our village was originally"

"Now, we are able to be self-sufficient. Each of our children can have enough to eat and grow up happily under the red flag."

"Grandfathers told us that when we are hungry, we should never forget the well diggers. We have a good life today because of you, who provide us with a carefree blue sky."

"So, we will give the fruits of this harvest to you, the dearest ones, and wish you good health."

"This this"

"This is what the villagers requested. They are afraid that if you send it, they won't accept it. With this, no one can say anything."

"All right."

Yang Xiaotao put the pamphlet away and then said with a smile, "Am I the hope of the whole village?"

"Leave quickly."

Mr. Yang leaned against the co-pilot and squinted his eyes, feeling the warmth of the sun.

Yang Xiaotao smiled, then drove the car and said goodbye to Yang Dazhuang and others.

After returning to the courtyard, it was getting very late.

Yang Xiaotao moved the cornmeal to his home, and everyone around him was curious.

However, after knowing that it is cornmeal, many people are psychologically disgusted.

The third aunt was especially jealous. Those two bags of cornmeal would last at least half a year if she left them at home.

Yan Fugui came back with a fishing rod and a fishing bucket. He went fishing this afternoon and caught two small fish. Fortunately, he was able to make some soup.

Just seeing Yang Xiaotao carrying the dough bag home made my eyes hurt a little.

Qin Huairu looked at Auntie's door, with envy in their eyes.

However, envy is envy, but there is no thought at all.

They also know the relationship between the two families over the years.

They are lucky to live in peace like this.

"Huairu, have you visited the pillars recently?"

The aunt asked, and Qin Huairu shook her head, "The coal yard is far away. Besides, Zhu Zhu is busy, and I still have children to take care of."

The aunt sighed, the two chatted, and Qin Huairu wanted to go home.

Looking at Qin Huairu's leaving figure, the aunt shook her head.

These days, Qin Huairu has a lot of money, but...

How could she, a woman, not know how the money came from?

"What a pity for the pillars."

"Is there an extra dog in the house?"

As soon as Mr. Yang entered the door, he saw the big black dog standing up, but he had a collar around his neck and didn't pay attention.

"Well, I'm looking for Wangcai!"

"Call Black Girl."

Yang Xiaotao smiled, this name was given by Ran Qiuye, it was very appropriate.

In the house, Ran Qiuye pushed the two girls out, and little Duanwu followed behind. When he saw the master coming, he immediately ran forward with his calves.

"Ouch, slow down, slow down!"

The grandfather took two steps forward and held the little guy in his arms, "It's sinking again, haha!"

"Master, come into the house quickly!"

As Ran Qiuye said, the old man held the child and walked into the house.