Scholars in the courtyard

"Alas!"

"I said Yang Dazhuang, what the hell are you doing?"

"As soon as they came, they told me to go. Why don't you give me a reason? You didn't see me busy!"

In the grain station, a group of people were busy.

The stationmaster, Fatty Ding, was at the door, his arm being pulled by Yang Dazhuang, and his body was reluctantly resisting.

"Fat Ding, I told you last time, but you don't believe me."

"But this time my grandfather has spoken, you can go and see for yourself, you are right."

Yang Dazhuang didn't say much. In front of him, Fatty Ding was just a child. His chubby body couldn't withstand Yang Dazhuang's pull.

"Wait, wait, I haven't eaten this meal yet!"

"After dinner, why don't I go with you after you finish eating?"

Fatty Ding patted his belly. He hadn't eaten in the morning and had been busy all morning. He was already hungry.

Yang Dazhuang did not speak, but the strength in his hands did not decrease.

But in his heart, he knew what Fatty Ding was capable of. After eating a meal, there was another burst of procrastination, maybe it would be postponed until tomorrow.

Fatty Ding was also speechless when he saw it, quite like the helplessness of a scholar meeting a soldier.

"Okay, for the sake of my master, I won't argue with you."

"But you can at least let me arrange the manpower."

"There are a lot of things going on here. I have to explain something before I leave."

Seeing this, Yang Dazhuang let go of his hand, but followed him closely.

Fatty Ding sighed, called his deputy to give instructions, and then called a steward to follow him.

In his heart, he didn't feel the need to go.

The last time Yangjiazhuang was able to spend a lot of money to support national construction, he had already responded to the above.

However, for this kind of enthusiasm, not to mention how many there are across the country, there are dozens of villages around Sijiu City.

Therefore, when Yangjiazhuang let him go this time, he had already seen clearly in his heart.

"Oh, these old revolutionaries!"

Fatty Ding was sitting in the car. Although he admired these people in his heart, he still had to talk to Yang Dazhuang, an unreasonable guy.

So, on the donkey cart, Fatty Ding kept talking.

Yang Dazhuang, who was sitting aside, clenched his fists loudly, but had to endure it.

On the other hand, Yang Shitou, who was driving the car, had a smile on his face and said a few words to Fatty Ding from time to time, but no one saw the cunning in his eyes.

In the afternoon, there was a large team in Yangjiazhuang.

Wang Xuyang and Wang Xuyang were sitting together, holding corn pancakes in their hands and biting them mechanically.

It's been like this since I learned about Yangjiazhuang's harvest in the morning.

More than 200,000 kilograms!

The harvest of their village in a year is not that big!

The other party is just an autumn harvest.

They received news that during the spring harvest, Yangjiazhuang had already harvested a lot of food.

This has been confirmed when delivering food at the grain station.

Calculating this, they didn't dare to think about how much food Yangjiazhuang could have.

What shocked them even more was that this abundant harvest was actually due to the use of special seeds.

Originally, they thought it might be related to water and fertilizer.

In their opinion, Yangjiazhuang should do this.

The consequence of this is to overdraw the potential of the land.

Their village has also tried this. After a piece of land was drained of its potential, the crops in the second year were not even half of the normal amount.

But now, what did they hear?

A high-yielding corn seed, a corn seed that does not require crushing the land, has a yield of up to 600 kilograms per mu. What this means would shock even a farmer.

Nowadays, a yield of three to four hundred kilograms per mu is normal.

He wouldn't believe it if an acre yielded ten thousand catties.

The yield per mu was six hundred kilograms, and he felt like he was going crazy.

The only pity is that the corn grown from this special seed cannot be used as seed grain.

If possible, that would be great.

Looking at the people in the room doing calculations again, listening to the abacus snapping, and then looking at the grain bags piled outside the room, the two of them looked at each other and could see the decision in their hearts.

They have to get some of this.

Just as the two of them made eye contact, Fatty Ding and his party arrived at the entrance of the village.

Now that he's at the place, Fatty Ding doesn't say much. He just comes to see Mr. Yang. He hasn't seen him for a long time, and he misses the days of fighting together.

After several people got off the carriage, Fatty Ding ignored Yang Dazhuang and walked straight to the large group.

Yang Dazhuang followed behind him, but his face showed amusement.

When we arrived outside the big team, before we even entered, the grain bags high up on the courtyard wall came into view.

"I said, why are you piling it up so high?"

"What if it rains?"

"Also, hurry up and prepare straw mats (rain-blocking objects made of wheat straw). If something happens, you will cry."

Fatty Ding said what he said. When he walked to the door, he saw piles of rolled up straw mats. He didn't say much and walked towards the yard.

Officer Xiao Li, who came with him from behind, quickly followed, but Yang Dazhuang kept some distance away, as if he was watching a show.

"This this………"

As soon as he stepped into the compound, Fatty Ding was shocked by the stacks of grain in front of him.

The bags of grain were piled together and suddenly appeared in front of them.

The part exposed from outside the courtyard wall is just a handful at the top of the pyramid, and the part blocked by the wall is the bulk.

"So much food!"

For a moment, Fatty Ding felt dizzy, and then

boom

The whole person fell backward.

Officer Xiao Li behind him was also shocked, but he reacted quickly. He stretched out his hand to support Fatty Ding, and the two sat on the ground together.

But it's better than Fatty Ding.

On the contrary, Fatty Ding's original subjective assumptions changed rapidly after seeing something beyond his cognition. His body, which was already lacking in glucose, immediately fell into a coma.

If he had been mentally prepared, how much food would he not have seen?

All we can say is that the food in Yangjiazhuang this time was beyond expectations.

After a while, Fatty Ding, who was surrounded by a group of people, felt a stinging pain in his penis, and then opened his eyes.

hiss……

Fatty Ding wiped his upper lip and felt a numbness, even the teeth on his upper jaw were numb.

The people around him helped him up, and Fatty Ding shook his head, "Oh, who pressed this? It was so strong. Hiss, it hurts me to death."

In the crowd, Yang Dazhuang put his hands behind his back, his expression unchanged.

But Fatty Ding did not forget about business.

I didn't think there would be anything serious, I just came here for a walk.

But now, the food in front of me is business.

Lift your feet and run to the grain pile, pat this, it's strong.

Touch that, it's bulging.

"Master!"

"You have to tell me carefully, how did you get so much food?"

Fatty Ding looked at Mr. Yang in front of him and asked quickly.

"How did you get it?"

"Of course it's grown!"

Mr. Yang said it forcefully.

Fatty Ding nodded repeatedly.

"Look at my mouth, this kind of food is not grown."

Fatty Ding nodded and bowed in front of Mr. Yang. In fact, he was really Mr. Yang's junior.

During the Anti-Japanese War, Fatty Ding's father served as a soldier under Mr. Yang. Later, he died in Jinan during the liberation, leaving behind a widow.

Fatty Ding was raised by Mr. Yang, which was why he and Yang Dazhuang had a good relationship.

"I'm asking, is there any secret to this kind of land?"

Fatty Ding asked carefully, and finally said, "There was some experimental field a while ago. Thousands of kilograms of wheat were grown in one acre of land."

"Actually, the wheat seedlings were piled into a field, and they were said to have grown with good fertilizer."

"How else can one produce more than 30,000 kilograms of rice per acre? People can lie on it and sleep. Not even an egg can fall off."

"It seems that various fertilizers were used, and the ground was cut and plowed."

"We must have some secret to produce so much corn, and we dare to show it to others to convince others."

Fatty Ding said carefully, if you can become the webmaster, you are embarking on an official career!

Some things need to be painted with some color to be more convincing.

"You little bastard, what are you talking about?"

Mr. Yang slapped him on the top of his head. Fatty Ding quickly lowered his head, not daring to cause trouble.

"You want to know, then come in, I'm telling you."

Mr. Yang walked into the house, and Fatty Ding quickly followed. Wang Xuyang and Wang Xuyang also came over to say hello.

"You two are not preparing in the village, so what are you doing here?"

Wang Xuyang didn't hide anything and told him about borrowing food.

Fatty Ding was silent for a while.

The surrounding villages are not rich, but the assigned tasks must be completed.

There is no way, the higher authorities cannot take such comprehensive care, they can only tear down the east wall, mend the west wall, and do the most important things!

It's just that the farmers have been wronged.

Several people walked into the house. Fatty Ding found a seat on the ground, picked up the water jar and took a sip, and then listened to Mr. Yang talking.

The clerk on the side took a pen and paper at his signal, ready to record.

Mr. Yang picked up the cigarette pot again, and Fatty Ding quickly took out half a box of stars, took out one and handed it to Mr. Yang, and then scattered it around, leaving only an empty shell.

miso miso

The lighter became the focus again, and Mr. Yang's voice slowly sounded in the smoke.

Five minutes later, Fatty Ding and Wang Xuyang looked the same as before.

The cigarette ash on my hands has grown so long that I can't even feel it, and my mind is filled with incredible thoughts.

If something like this happened by some means, he would be pleasantly surprised. After all, this trend is very strong across the country. With this trend, they can also do business, and even Yangjiazhuang can become famous.

But you only need to do this once.

After all, what is done is what is done.

If you have done a lot of great things, then they are just small things.

What's more, the village can't stand such trouble.

But now, the means are there, but they are not one-time.

If you make changes from the seeds and do it well, it will not be one or two acres of land, nor one or two villages. It will be a nationwide improvement!

Thinking of this, Fatty Ding only felt thirsty in his throat. He picked up the water jar again but only drank the bottom of the jar. He swallowed hard and spit.

"Master."

"You didn't lie to me?"

"Lied to you? I told you last time, but you didn't believe me."

"What? When did we from Yangjiazhuang lose our ability to speak?"

"No, no, no, no."

Seeing that Mr. Yang was a little angry, Fatty Ding waved his hands quickly, "I'm not, I'm too excited. This is too hard to accept."

"It doesn't mean anything else. It really doesn't mean anything else."

"You don't believe it when the yield per mu is 600 kilograms. How can you believe those who earn 10,000 to 20,000 kilograms?"

Yang Dazhuang interjected from the side and was very happy that this guy suffered a loss.

"Oh, Zhuangzi, what you said is untrue. Why don't I believe it?"

"Don't believe it? Can I come back with you?"

Facing Yang Dazhuang, Fatty Ding was not afraid.

The two of them are familiar with each other and their words are tough.

"cut!"

The two of them wanted to talk again, and Mr. Yang coughed.

"Fat man, it must be true. That's why I asked you to come over and see for yourself."

Mr. Yang put out the cigarette butt.

Fatty Ding concentrated his attention.

"You can also see the benefits of spreading this matter."

"If nothing else, this year, the village will no longer have to go hungry."

"What I mean, do you understand?"

"Understood, Master, I understand."

"Don't worry, I will report this matter, I will report it myself!"

"Okay. Then I'll feel relieved."

Fatty Ding agreed, feeling happy in his heart and getting up to go out regardless of the people around him.

This time, he wanted to tell the director in person to finalize the matter.

"Eat before leaving!"

Fatty Ding was stunned for a moment, then stepped back, patted his belly, grinned, "hit!"