Scholars in the courtyard

Yang Xiaotao took action immediately.

First, collect the fallen corn. After all, it is food and cannot be wasted.

After all the work, there was only one row of corn left in the yard.

These corns grown from the first generation of hybrids, that is, the second generation of hybrids, can no longer serve as seeds.

But for Yang Xiaotao, it marks the success of his hybridization experiment and is of great significance.

Yang Xiaotao carefully broke off the sticks and put them into the storage space.

From now on, if there is no need, they will stay in the space and become important symbols on the road of life.

Back in the house, Yang Xiaotao flipped through his notes and recorded the results.

Finding the hybrid you want doesn’t mean the end, though.

Because I was lucky enough to get not many parents last time, after self-crossing, after excluding those used for experiments, the remaining seeds are only three or four kilograms. According to the current planting situation, it is enough to use one acre of land.

Therefore, Yang Xiaotao has two things to do now.

First, plant the parents of the hybrid to obtain the seeds of the excellent parents and at the same time obtain more hybrid seeds through hybridization.

The second is to subject existing hybrids to field verification.

Yang Xiaotao also understands that there are many differences from the laboratory to the countryside, not to mention the factor of Xiaowei's bug. Yang Xiaotao is not sure whether the corn that grows well here will change when it is actually planted in the ground. What will become.

Therefore, he needs to verify it on the spot.

He also thought about the test site, which was Yangjiazhuang.

In the next two days, Yang Xiaotao reorganized the yard and planted corn again.

This time, Yang Xiaotao planted two ridges, for a total of eight ridges, and the number of corns in each ridge increased from ten to thirty.

The density has increased greatly. If you do this in the field, the yield will definitely be reduced, but here, with Xiaowei taking care of it, the corn still grows well under sufficient sunshine.

Yang Xiaotao also wanted to harvest more parental seeds.

Therefore, among the newly planted corn, plant the parent parent at a ratio of 1:7 to strive to harvest the most corn.

Once the feasibility of hybrid corn in the field is determined, Yang Xiaotao will go all out to produce hybrids. By then it will not be a matter of one acre or two, and it is likely that all the land in Yangjiazhuang will be used.

On Thursday, Yang Xiaotao came to the office again to ask for leave.

Because the work in the workshop is busy and not busy, the management of workers in the workshop is also somewhat lax. Many people ask for leave when they are not busy.

Wang Guodong watched Yang Xiaotao come to ask for leave again. This is the third time this month.

I really don’t understand what this guy is doing. Don’t you know that your salary will be deducted if you ask for leave?

I looked at the reason on the leave request form and realized that I had something to do when I returned to my hometown.

What's the reason?

Who has nothing to ask for leave?

Seeing Yang Xiaotao's indifferent expression, Wang Guodong swallowed the question on his lips and said, "Go early and come back early."

Yang Xiaotao took the leave form, thanked him quickly, and left as Wang Guodong waved.

On Friday morning, Yang Xiaotao got up early. He agreed with Uncle Chen last night that he would go back to his hometown in the next two days and asked him to help take care of it.

Although Uncle Chen was puzzled, he didn't ask. He just told him to be careful on the road and not to worry about anything else.

He was carrying a bag with corn seeds in it, and he was carrying two bags in his hands, which were all grains he brought back, including two bottles of wine.

Nowadays, there is a shortage of materials in the city, and the countryside is even less wealthy.

Especially when eating from a big pot, the family doesn’t have any food left. After eating the collective food, the whole village will go hungry.

This little thing doesn't have much effect, but to Mr. Yang, it can be regarded as his own filial piety.

When he arrived at the grain store, Yang Xiaotao waited for a while and met several cart pullers. After asking, none of them went to Yangjiazhuang.

Finally, Yang Xiaotao found a carriage belonging to the Qu family.

The driver was named Qu Mingjun, a man in his thirties who had been a soldier and lost two fingers on one hand.

After he was discharged from the army, the township demobilized him and he became a cadre in the village, specializing in doing business in the city.

After Yang Xiaotao explained the situation, Qu Mingjun knew about Yangjiazhuang and let Yang Xiaotao get in the car without saying anything.

At noon, Yang Xiaotao arrived at Qujiazaohu, got off the car and thanked Qu Mingjun, and walked to Yangjiazhuang.

Along the way, there was a busy scene. A group of people were scattered in the field, waving farm tools, and the sweat on their faces hit the ground, splashing waves of mud.

He looked like he was in full swing. If he had seen the collapsed scene on the screen in his previous life, Yang Xiaotao might have lamented the hard work of the farmer brothers.

But now, standing at the edge of the field, looking at the potholed roads and everyone working silently, Yang Xiaotao only felt dull and depressed.

It was too bitter and tiring.

How can a person who doesn’t have enough to eat have the energy to speak?

Everything is done manually.

The man pulling the plow worked like an ox or horse, with his head lowered and looking at the land beneath his feet, truly recreating what it means to face the loess with your back to the sky.

The old man holding the plow behind him had a solemn look on his face, and he used his hands to make the plow go straight.

Yang Xiaotao looked around and saw that there were no tractors, no old scalpers, no horses, not even a donkey.

The dull scenes and busy scenes gave Yang Xiaotao more admiration for the farmers of this era.

It is their dedication that laid the foundation for this country's take-off.

Yang Xiaotao's journey was not smooth.

Without guidance from the villagers, when Yang Xiaotao walked to Yangjiazhuang, he encountered three waves of interrogations by the militia team.

Fortunately, Yang Xiaotao had proof of opening a steel rolling mill, and Yang Shitou had met many people when he took him with him, so he arrived at Yangjiazhuang.

Looking at the village from a distance, Yang Xiaotao saw the same busy scene before entering the village.

Under the organization of Yang Dazhuang, the whole village was busy in the fields.

On the ground, Yang Xiaotao looked at Mr. Yang wearing a mandarin jacket and holding a pipe and pot in his hand.

"Master!"

Yang Xiaotao shouted from afar. Everyone was working with their heads down, and no one noticed the person walking in the distance.

Now hearing Yang Xiaotao's shout, several people approaching him immediately looked over.

Then, I saw Yang Xiaotao running over carrying two big bags.

"You kid, why are you back?"

Mr. Yang had good ears and was happy to see Yang Xiaotao when he turned around.

"I missed you, so I'll come back and see you."

"Stone, Uncle Da Zhuang."

Yang Xiaotao greeted everyone.

"Let me know if you want to come back."

Yang Dazhuang picked up a kettle, filled a sip of water, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"It's nothing. I took Qu's Zaohu car and didn't walk much."

Yang Xiaotao put down the big and small bags and looked at Mr. Yang.

The tiredness in the fields has left the old man's face with an earthy color and more wrinkles than during the New Year.

Mr. Yang was also sizing up Yang Xiaotao, "He's strong. It seems he's not hungry."

People around him laughed, and Yang Xiaotao scratched his head in embarrassment. There was a system, and he was alone, so his food was naturally good.

"Everyone, please take a rest, Shitou, and go get the food brought over. We'll eat here today."

Yang Dazhuang looked at the sky and ordered Yang Shitou.

Soon, all the strong laborers in Yangjiazhuang were looking for a place to sit on the ground and chatting about their daily routine.

Compared with the dullness in the fields, people at this time have more enthusiastic smiles.

Yang Xiaotao and Mr. Yang sat together, took out the things they brought back, and handed most of them to Yang Dazhuang.

"Uncle Da Zhuang, this is sugar."

Yang Xiaotao put the sugar he exchanged into Yang Dazhuang's hand.

These days, sugar is a scarce commodity. It can not only replenish energy, but also make people happy.

Especially when you are tired from work, drinking a bowl of sugar water can not only replenish your physical strength, but also stimulate everyone's enthusiasm.

"Good stuff, good stuff!"

Yang Dazhuang looked at the paper bag in his hand. It must be at least three kilograms.

He knows the benefits of sugar. People who have lived through the war years know that a person can last a week without eating and only drinking water, but if there is sugar, this time can be extended several times.

"There is so much sugar, so save it and use it until the busy farming season is over!"

Yang Dazhuang shouted happily to Mr. Yang. When the people around him heard that it was sugar, they also gathered around and looked at Yang Xiaotao with even more admiration.

They all know that it is not easy to buy some candy in this era, especially when there is so much.

It costs not only money, but also candy coupons.

Their entire brigade only produces more than one kilogram of sugar in a year, and it's all maltose and sucrose, which tastes like grass.

After hearing this, Mr. Yang stretched out his hand, pinched out a handful of sugar, and put it into his mouth.

"Okay, so sweet, sweeter than the cane sugar we bought!"

Looking at the eyes of the people around him, Mr. Yang felt a sense of pride in his own children's future.

At this time, the lady of the village brought the rice with buckets and baskets.

Yang Dazhuang quickly grabbed a handful of sugar and put it into the bucket, then licked his palm and then said to everyone.

"Drink sugar water today."

Everyone cheered, and their enthusiasm was even higher.

Yang Xiaotao took the opportunity to take out the dozen or so small bottles of chili sauce, beef sauce, mushroom sauce, etc. he had brought back, and said that he had made them himself, which made the villagers shout again.

Mr. Yang and others didn't ask where they came from. They gathered the bottles and cans and distributed them uniformly.

Yang Xiaotao took two steamed buns, smeared them with beef sauce, and sat with Mr. Yang, Yang Dazhuang and others. After coming all the way, he was really hungry.

Everyone smelled the aroma in the bottle, and their Adam's apples kept shaking.

People shouted from time to time, and a man who couldn't eat spicy food kept pouring water from a ladle, making everyone laugh.