Scholars in the courtyard

"The high autumn wind roars in August and rolls up the triple thatch on my house!"

Standing in front of the window, Yang Xiaotao looked at the swirling grass clippings outside the house. The whistling sound came to his ears, and the poet's poem about the country and the people sounded in his mind.

Putting down the book, Yang Xiaotao looked into the distance.

That's the direction of Yangjiazhuang.

It’s the end of August, which is a critical period for corn growth and maturity. If there is a strong wind at this time, the yield may be reduced.

Yang Xiaotao knew it was useless to worry now and could only hope that the hybrid corn could survive this test.

Yangjiazhuang, Nanshan.

A figure was standing on the ground wearing a coat and leaning on a wooden stick.

The soil was blown away around his feet, but the old man in front of him remained motionless.

"Master, go back!"

Next to him, Yang Shitou ran over against the wind and shouted loudly, but eight points were blown away by the wind, and he didn't know whether he could hear the remaining two points.

But Mr. Yang didn't care, staring motionlessly at the cornfield in front of him.

In this corn field, the poles are one foot higher than those planted before, and the ears are even denser, and there must be many bigger and more cobs inside.

With just one glance, Mr. Yang knew that these corn cobs were much better than those currently grown in the village.

But it was this huge amount of force that frightened Mr. Yang.

In my memory, I returned to the scene of the strong wind.

It was also that year that the whole village was planted with large corns. It was also that year that the whole village was immersed in the joy of the upcoming harvest.

However, a typhoon came and the cornfield collapsed.

Even if it is lifted up, the roots will be damaged and cannot grow.

That year, every household broke off a few grains of corn with melancholy faces.

The heaviest scene in his memory made his heart palpitate more than the flash of swords and blood in the battle.

Mr. Yang looked at the cornfield in front of him with his cloudy eyes.

The wind blew by, like falling leaves, and the whole piece of corn was pushed aside, and then kept kneading and flying in its hands.

Next to him, Yang Shitou was supporting Mr. Yang. He also knew who owned this land and knew some of the situation.

What a pity!

Yang Shitou sighed in his heart, but he still respected Yang Xiaotao.

At least in his heart, Yang Xiaotao is from Yangjiazhuang, and if he can think about Yangjiazhuang, he is worthy of the blood on his body.

"Master, go back!"

Yang Shitou shouted again, and Mr. Yang nodded.

Looking at the overwhelming cornfield again, he sighed, "Fortunately, that's all."

The two left, leaving the corn swaying in the wind.

The sky was dark, the wind that had been blowing all day finally stopped, the air was cold, and there was no embellishment left in the sky.

Mr. Yang was sitting on the bench, smoking a pipe and pot, lost in thought.

Under the smoke, there was a sound of running from far away, and then the door was opened, and Yang Shitou ran in out of breath.

"Run, run, run to death!"

Mr. Yang said displeasedly, but Yang Shitou grabbed the ladle and scooped up cold water from the water tank. He drank two gulps. After he was out of breath, he wiped his mouth and said, "Master, go and see the cornfield!"

"What's wrong? What's going on in the field?"

"It poured a big piece!"

"Let's go!"

Mr. Yang got up in a hurry, and Yang Shitou took another sip of water and walked out.

As soon as I left the village, I saw many people running towards the fields.

This is related to the village's harvest. If the production is reduced, it will be difficult to have public surplus food this year.

When they arrived at the edge of the field, everyone looked at the originally neat cornfield. This and that piece of corn fell to the ground. They immediately panicked and hurried into the field to check the situation.

When the wind came down, the whole cornfield looked like it had been gnawed by dogs.

Fortunately, there are still some corns that can hold on.

After a while, Yang Dazhuang ran over.

"Half of those who fall can be raised up."

"What's left, the roots are broken and can only grow in place."

Yang Dazhuang judged based on experience that this year's harvest will be a little different from last year, but not too much.

However, the public surplus grain to be handed over this year is much more than last year.

I'm sure I'll be hungry, but I don't know how long.

"That's good. Hurry up and organize people to help him up before it gets dark. Don't wait until tomorrow."

Mr. Yang quickly urged, and Yang Dazhuang nodded and led the people to work in the fields.

After a while, all the people in the village who were able to move ran out. Under the leadership of the laborers from each family, they walked into the corn field, straightened the fallen corn stalks, and then stepped on them with their feet.

Adults and children, men, women and children all joined the battle. Under the night, everyone was like industrious ants, burrowing in and out of the cornfield.

When the night passed, those who could move walked home. They were really exhausted and didn't care whether it was cold or not, so they found a grassy spot to lie down and sleep.

Mr. Yang moved his arms, and there were marks on his arms from corn leaves. The old man had long been used to this and didn't care.

Seeing the sky turn yellow, Mr. Yang stood up and walked out.

Yang Dazhuang, who was lying beside him, squinted his eyes and then continued to sleep.

In my heart, Mr. Yang has returned home.

However, Mr. Yang wanted to go south of the village.

In his heart, he still missed the cornfield.

The sun gradually rises, and the dew in the fields soaks through the grass and trees, and then naughtily hides the figure in the sun.

Mr. Yang walked slowly, stepping over hurdles, stepping on the slippery path, crossing the top of the mountain, and looked up.

Then, there was surprise.

The moisture on his face has not dissipated, but the wrinkles have deepened again.

Not far away, the familiar cornfield.

In the original impression, the corn stalks that should have fallen were only slightly tilted and looked like a gentle slope, but they did not fall.

Mr. Yang couldn't believe what he saw in front of him. He stepped faster and ran straight into the cornfield without fear of falling due to the slippery grass.

Until then, he rubbed his eyes and stared at the scene in front of him.

"It's not broken!"

"This one isn't broken either."

"No, no, none!"

"Hahaha"

Mr. Yang suddenly laughed as if he was going crazy, and his voice was everywhere around him.

After a moment, Mr. Yang turned around. The physical fatigue was driven away by the mental joy at this moment, and his steps became brisk again.

He wanted to go back and call Yang Dazhuang and others to have a look and let them all come and see the corn and believe in it.

Before noon, several figures appeared again in front of the cornfield.

Mr. Yang in the middle was supported by Yang Shitou. The old man had not rested all night and was very excited for a while. Now he couldn't stand it anymore and his eyelids started to fight.

Yang Dazhuang, who was called up next to him, no longer felt uncomfortable after arriving here. Like the people around him, looking at the cornfield in front of him, he felt nothing but surprise.

This is still good. Several old people who came with them have rushed into the corn field, looked at the corn one by one, gently helped it up, and then tamped the soil, and the corn stood up again.

After a while, the entire cornfield was the same as before, standing tall and straight, with thick cobs stuck diagonally on the corn stalks. Many people couldn't help but touch them.

"What a stick, what a stick!"

"Look at this, my mother, I can't measure it with one hand."

Someone excitedly stretched out his palm and gestured on the corn cob.

"This one's not small, it's also quite thick!"

"The particles inside are very strong."

"Look, there's such a strong wind, not even one of them is broken. It's amazing, it's amazing."

"Yeah, I just took a look and it's really not dead."

"It's amazing, it's simply amazing!"

Listening to the discussion of the people below, Yang Dazhuang quickly stopped him. He didn't know what nonsense he would say if he went on to say this.

However, last night I saw the corn blown down by the wind, and I was worried that the corn production would be reduced and the village would suffer from famine this year.

But now, not only has the yield of the corn in front of me not decreased, but because of its size, its yield has at least doubled compared to ordinary corn.

With this kind of corn, as long as we get through this year and plant it in the village next year, we will no longer have to worry about famine.

"Master, please get more of this corn."

“Our village is counting on it in the coming year.”

Yang Dazhuang said excitedly, and Yang Shitou and others on the side also had eager eyes.

This is a matter of food and clothing for the whole village.

Mr. Yang nodded, "You also know that Xiao Tao did this. We still have to listen to him about the specific situation."

Everyone nodded when they heard this. For such a new thing, you still need to find someone who understands it.

"Well, Shitou, you have something to eat, go to the city quickly, and explain this matter clearly to Xiao Tao."

Yang Dazhuang was making arrangements on the side, and Yang Shitou nodded and left.

This trip was not about riding a donkey cart. The donkey had to stay in the village to help. He could only rely on two legs.

Yang Dazhuang looked back at the cornfield, and then said seriously, "Starting today, this place must be well taken care of."

"Third uncle, I asked Monkey to lead a group of people and look carefully."

A thin old man in the crowd nodded, "Don't worry, this is the treasure of our village. Whoever dares to cause trouble will break his dog legs!"

"Well, these sticks, when harvested, will be the seed grain for tomorrow!"

Yang Dazhuang sighed with emotion, and everyone around him immediately started laughing.

Yang Xiaotao walked out of the steel rolling mill with his bag on his back. Today's work was finished and he was thinking about getting something to eat when he went home.

During this time, there was less and less oil and water in the factory, and it was difficult to find a piece of meat for a meal.

If you want to be full, you can only eat more steamed buns or Erhe noodles.

Fortunately, Yang Xiaotao prepared a lot of bottles and cans, which not only allowed him to eat, but also helped many people.

Now that it's meal time, there are always a bunch of people around the table.

However, his help is limited, and people in the factory also know that no one with money can afford such a way of eating.

So everyone just stopped, and Yang Xiaotao didn't perform particularly well.

After all, redeeming things also costs credits.

When he reached the entrance of the courtyard, Yang Xiaotao had already decided what to eat tonight.

I went to buy meat two days ago, but it turned out that there was not much meat to begin with, and it became even more depleted when I went there late.

Knowing that it would not be an easy trip, Yang Xiaotao pointed to the pig skin in the corner of the counter and exchanged two kilograms of meat coupons for half a pig skin.

I don’t know if it’s a loss.

Anyway, it was the salesperson who looked at him like he was a fool.

But Yang Xiaotao knew that the pig skin was delicious after being tinkered with it.

Pork rind jelly, fried pork rinds, braised pork rinds, and even fried pork rinds with celery are all delicious.

Besides, he doesn't lack the meat tickets. Now, in addition to the meat tickets issued by the factory every month, most of them are rewarded for cooking skills, so for him, it's just a change of taste.

When I returned to the yard, I saw Mrs. Jia Zhang at the door looking at her grandson as usual. The two looked at each other disgustedly and went home without saying anything.

As a result, as soon as I arrived at the door, I saw a familiar figure.