Scholars in the courtyard

“How bold the man is, how fruitful the land is!”

There are several large characters painted with plaster on the outside of the two-meter-high courtyard wall. Even those who are illiterate can memorize them after seeing them a lot.

Yang Dazhuang led the village's grain transport team to the grain station in the town. He looked at the soldiers with guns and ammunition at the door and thought about his words for a while.

This time, they want to report this good thing, not only to support the country, but also for a little selfish reason, so that their Yangjiazhuang can show its face in these villages.

During the war, when people from Yangjiazhuang talked about them, there was no one around who wouldn't raise a finger in admiration.

But after the war, everyone put down their guns and picked up hoes, and their village gradually became ordinary.

People of the older generation are more open-minded.

But among these strong men who have not yet emerged from glory, who can't feel proud?

Today, he is here to argue.

Thinking that the people in the next few villages would be shocked when they saw the food they handed over.

Thinking of this, Yang Dazhuang smiled.

Not far away, the leaders of Qujiazaohu and Qinjiazhuang villages gathered together and talked about the strange things in Yangjiazhuang.

"Lao Qu, look at that poplar stake, it doesn't look normal when you smile."

The man from Qinjia Village was a bit lean and had very good eyes. When he saw Yang Dazhuang smiling, he seemed to be thinking of something bad, and his body shuddered subconsciously.

"What's wrong? This is Yang Dazhuang's style."

The man from the Qu family shook his sore arms, his eyes a little solemn.

He already knew the situation of the Yang family, and the food sent was more than that of their village.

Who around doesn’t know what’s going on in Yangjiazhuang?

It was a poor village that had borrowed food from the state for several years in a row, but he could not help but admire the fact that so much food was handed over this time.

"The people in Yangjiazhuang are all old revolutionaries."

After hearing Mu Ran's sigh, the lean man next to him felt a little ashamed and turned back to his team.

The man from the Qu family didn't say much, but he had already made up his mind that he would pay more food next time even if the whole village was spared.

To support national construction, other households cannot fall behind.

Yang Dazhuang didn't know that someone had a misunderstanding. It was still early to hand over food to their village, and there were two villages ahead.

Then he invited everyone to have something to eat.

He took out a stack of big cakes from the bag, and someone took out a small bottle from his pocket, which was full of red, orange and orange oil.

Several people took out chopsticks and spread it on the pancake, and someone else took out scallions, and the large pancake was rolled up and gnawed against the grain truck.

People from several surrounding villages watched from a distance and tried to breathe.

While everyone was watching with envy as everyone in Yangjiazhuang was eating, a man from the Qu family was leading his men to weigh the food at the grain station.

"Stationmaster Ding!"

The man from the Qu family took out a cigarette and handed it to a short, fat middle-aged man, who was the director of the grain station.

Nickname, Fatty Ding.

Fatty Ding took the cigarette and put it in his ear without lighting it, "Xiaoqu, your village doesn't have a lot of food!"

He holds a book in his hand, which records the amount that each village should pay, which has increased a lot compared to before.

"Stationmaster Ding, we can't wait for the autumn harvest."

"As long as you know, besides, now that the country needs to be built, we farmers have to play an even more important role. As long as people's hearts improve, won't the things in the fields grow more?"

"The great man is right. How bold the people are, how productive the land is. We, Qujia Zaohu Village, have always been one of the best villages in our area. We should take the lead."

Fatty Ding said with emotion that recently his superiors have been holding meetings for three days and one meeting every five days, in order to collect more food and concentrate on doing big things.

"Yes Yes."

"I am indeed lagging behind in this regard, and my awareness is indeed not as good as that of Captain Yang."

"Yang Dazhuang? Is this guy here? Why didn't he come in?"

Fatty Ding smiled with his small eyes and raised his feet to look outside.

"I'm guessing I'm still waiting!"

"Well, this guy is usually very anxious and angry. Why has he calmed down this year?"

"Yangjiazhuang is bleeding this time!"

The man from the Qu family sighed, and Fatty Ding asked in surprise, "What do you mean?"

Then the man told him what he saw, and Fatty Ding became silent after hearing this.

After a long time, he exhaled a breath, "This must be what Mr. Yang meant."

The man from the Qu family nodded vigorously.

The warehouse of the grain station was filling rapidly. When Yang Dazhuang led the team into the grain station, Fatty Ding was already waiting at the entrance of the warehouse with others.

"Old Ding, you have gained weight!"

Yang Dazhuang took out his cigarette and spoke with a smile.

Fatty Ding looked at the grain truck behind him. He had seen a lot of it and could recognize the quantity delivered this time at a glance.

"Dazhuang, you gave us a lot this time!"

Yang Dazhuang smiled, waved his hand and asked everyone to weigh the grain, "Old Ding, let's talk inside."

The two of them turned around and came to the grain station office. Old Ding's face fell.

"Master, are you in good health?"

"Okay, let's eat three steamed buns in one meal. It'll be fine."

"Um!"

"By the way, when we come this time, we not only have to pay the food, but also make up part of what we owe this year."

Yang Dazhuang took out his notebook and prepared to talk carefully.

Old Ding lit up his cigarette and said slowly, "Dazhuang, are you having a hard time?"

"I know you love the country, but you still need to take care of yourselves!"

"If you don't have enough to eat, how can you have the energy to farm? How can you have the energy to build the country?"

Yang Dazhuang was stunned for a moment.

What did I say?

What did I do?

"No, Old Ding, just listen to me."

"There is a young man in our village who tinkered with a high-yielding corn. This time I~"

"OK OK!"

Before he could finish speaking, Lao Ding interrupted him, "I understand what you are thinking. Don't make excuses for what you have and what you don't have."

After saying that, he patted Yang Dazhuang who was holding the notebook.

"Everyone is aware of the situation in your village. Who from all over the country doesn't know what's going on in your village?"

Lao Ding also expressed some emotion, "In those years when you led the revolution and fought against the Japanese, you were always at the forefront. In these years, your village did not let go until the end."

"If someone borrows one thousand, you borrow two hundred. That's what every household can save by tightening their belts."

Old Ding's eyes were moist, "You take the lead this time. I am happy and understand it."

"But only this time. Next time, take care of the villagers. Don't do this again!"

After Lao Ding finished speaking, he opened the door and left. He was afraid that tears would fall if he continued talking.

Yang Dazhuang waited for Lao Ding to leave before he realized, "Hey, no, that's not what happened."

He turned around and ran out.

Outside, everyone in Yangjiazhuang cooperated with the staff to pour the grain into special large sacks.

Bags of corn were poured in, and someone behind them used iron needles to quickly sew the hemp rope.

At this moment, everyone watched Yang Dazhuang following behind Station Master Ding and talking hard, but Station Manager Ding didn't look at him at all. The two of them ran to the edge of the warehouse one after another and watched the warehouse inspector polish a piece of wood. The bamboo strips are inserted in, and when they are pulled out, the corn under the bamboo joints is exposed in front of people.

The warehouse inspector dug around with his hands and found that there was no sand or stones, and the corn was all dry corn.

He nodded and stamped the bag.

Old Ding came over to take a look, nodded and commanded his men, "Hurry up and put it into storage!"

Soon, bags of grain were stacked and weighed. The recordkeeper wrote the numbers on the blackboard, and the accountant next to him added them bit by bit with an abacus.

The whole process was transparent and open, and people from several other villages were watching.

"Okay, I know everything you said."

"This is your receipt for making up for the food arrears. This is the money to buy the surplus food. Take it all and hurry up!"

Lao Ding looked at Yang Dazhuang who was explaining on the side and didn't want to pay attention to him, "It's just this time, don't do it next time!"

Yang Dazhuang was speechless, but what he said was all the truth.

Before coming here, Mr. Yang made it clear that this matter must be made clear.

However, he made it clear, but people didn't believe him.

This happened.

I had no choice but to take the money and go back to the village with everyone.

"Captain, how much is it?"

"Captain, do you have enough to buy a cow this time?"

A group of people asked on the road. They were in a good mood due to the joy of the harvest and the completion of the task.

"Hey, what's your guess?"

Yang Dazhuang doesn't care about the seeds and grains anymore. He can just let his master make up his mind later.

"How could we guess that there are three thousand people?"

"Three thousand, I think it should be four thousand!"

"There are not that many. The prices are much cheaper this year. It would be nice to have two thousand."

Yang Dazhuang listened to what everyone said to each other, but did not speak.

In the pocket of his clothes was 2,142 yuan and 50 cents, which was cheaper than last year.

Back at Yangjiazhuang, Yang Dazhuang explained the situation to Mr. Yang.

After listening, Mr. Yang was silent.

If he hasn't experienced this personally, he doesn't believe it either.

"Forget it, we'll talk about it when the autumn harvest comes. If you believe it, believe it. If you don't believe it, we'll do it ourselves."

"Okay. By the way, this is the money from selling surplus grain. Wheat and corn are both three points lower than before."

Mr. Yang didn't say anything else after hearing this, "We'll put off buying the cow later."

"Okay, by the way, you go to the city in two days and talk to Xiaotao."

"My legs can't walk anymore."

…

On the weekend, Yang Xiaotao was collecting corn in the yard. There is enough sunshine now, which is the time to ripen the corn.

There are already hundreds of kilograms of seeds in the storage space, which are all recent harvests.

Nowadays, with Xiaowei's efforts, the difficulty of breeding is getting lower and lower, and the harvest is naturally getting more and more.

Getting up from the cornfield, Yang Xiaotao came to the water tank and fished out a large watermelon from the wooden barrel on the side.

It weighed ten kilograms and was mottled with blue lines. My fingers could not help but tap it.

"The sound is dull, as expected of a system product."

Yang Xiaotao shook the water off the watermelon and shouted to Wangcai lying at the door, "Send someone to go."

Wangcai got up reluctantly and ran to Uncle Chen's house.

After a while, Uncle Chen walked to Yang Xiaotao's house, waving a cattail leaf fan and asked, "Where did you get this watermelon?"

"Bought from the vegetable market."

Yang Xiaotao laughed, picked up the kitchen knife, and prepared to cut him in half.

But he heard footsteps coming from the door. He looked up and saw that it was Yang Dazhuang and Yang Shitou.

But both of them were carrying a big bag.

"Uncle Da Zhuang, Brother Shitou."

"Why are you two here?"

Yang Xiaotao quickly put down the knife and stepped forward to grab the bags on their backs, with a relaxed expression.

The two of them were not surprised by Yang Xiaotao's abnormal strength.

"If we don't collect the food here, the village will send you some."

As Yang Dazhuang said, many people in the yard looked over. Qin Huairu, who was washing diapers by the pool, immediately got up and walked into the house.

Halfway through, I heard that the delivery was food, and my eyes immediately widened in disbelief.

These days, doesn’t it mean that people in the countryside don’t have enough to eat?

Where can I find food to give away?

She came from the countryside, so how could she not know the situation in the village?

Even their Qinjia Village is like this. They are exhausted all year round, and there are still one or two months when they don't have enough to eat, so they can barely survive.

Hearing this and looking at the look on her mother-in-law's face, Qin Huairu's heart skipped a beat and she quickly ran home.

Mrs. Jia Zhang stood there holding Xiaodang in her arms, even though Banggeng fell down and cried.

"So much? I can't finish it by myself. Take it back with you when you leave."

Yang Xiaotao looked at a bag of white noodles and a bag of stick noodles, each bag weighing dozens of kilograms.

There was another burst of sarcastic discussion in the courtyard, and Mrs. Jia Zhang's eyes were bulging, and she wanted to go forward and shout, "He doesn't want it, I want it!"

"How about that? Everyone in the village has a share. This ration is yours, so you have to accept it."

When Yang Dazhuang came here for the first time, he only heard about the things in the courtyard and didn't take it seriously.

He said it outright, and Jia Zhang immediately ran back to the house.

After a while, Jia Zhang's questioning came from the Jia family, as well as Qin Huairu's explanation.

Chapter 174 is under review