Scholars in the courtyard

Yangjiazhuang

Ran Qiuye stayed at her parents' house for one night, and the next afternoon she took the little Dragon Boat Festival and rode back to Yangjiazhuang.

As soon as I settled down at home, Mr. Yang came to ask about the situation.

Ran Qiuye left in a hurry that day, and he hadn't asked clearly yet, and he had been worried about her these days.

In the house, Mr. Yang was holding the little Dragon Boat Festival. He hadn't seen her for a few days, so he said he had dreamed about it at night and wouldn't let go.

Ran Qiuye told what happened these days, and Mr. Yang understood it clearly.

"Bullshit!"

After saying that, he hugged the little Dragon Boat Festival and left.

Ran Qiuye smiled, having an elder in the family is like having a treasure.

This old man is the treasure of the whole village.

Picking up the backpack, Ran Qiuye headed to school.

Ever since the little Dragon Boat Festival was born, the grandfather has been worried about this. The last time the old comrades got together, the two of them didn't know what they said. Within a few days, they focused most of their energy on the little guy. From time to time, they revealed "What's going to happen next" "Someone", "What should be carried forward", "What should not lose face" and so on.

Yang Xiaotao heard about it at that time, and when he thought about the agreement, he knew that the master must have agreed to something.

My heart is filled with sympathy, ahem, and confidence for the future of Little Dragon Boat Festival!

Therefore, during this period, my grandfather's management of the school was relaxed.

However, this does not mean that no one cares.

After all, Ran Qiuye is just a teacher. Even if she becomes a mother, she is just a twenty-two-year-old girl. She is asked to teach students what she is good at, but she is asked to manage an increasingly large school. She is competent at just starting out, but she is a little bit troublesome in making decisions. Far-fetched.

Therefore, the person in charge of managing the school now is Teacher Hong, whom Yang Xiaotao is optimistic about.

After being observed by Mr. Yang, this person was very good at management and scheduling, even better than him.

If Yang Xiaotao were here, he would definitely curl his lips.

I have managed hundreds of thousands of people, but the few people in this school are not up to par.

In this case, the master is also willing to be a hands-off shopkeeper.

Of course, Teacher Hong refused. The reason was simple. He was a labor reformer, and doing so would cause trouble for the farm.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Yang would not be happy when he said this. What's the trouble? Doesn’t teaching in schools constitute reform through labor? Isn’t it the responsibility of cultivating the reserve force of the revolution to reform through labor?

If anyone has an idea, let me know.

Well, what Mr. Yang said really makes sense.

Therefore, Teacher Hong became the principal and assistant of Yangjiazhuang Primary School.

"Teacher Ran, are you back?"

As soon as he reached the school gate, Ran Qiuye met Teacher Hong who was going out.

"Yes, Teacher Hong. Where are you going?"

Ran Qiuye asked curiously as she saw Teacher Hong, a tall man dressed well and holding a notebook in his hand, hurriedly walking out.

When Ran Qiuye came back, Teacher Hong first asked what happened that day. Ran Qiuye picked it up and said it was not important, but Teacher Hong still kept the pressure cooker in mind.

Then he laughed and said, "The farm wants to sell pigs, and the school happens to be closed, so the village chief asked me to help with the accounting."

"By the way, we are going to kill a pig tonight and the whole village will celebrate together."

"Killing pigs? Why? Don't we just kill pigs during the Chinese New Year!"

These days, killing pigs is not a trivial matter, especially since the materials for raising pigs are all listed above. How many pigs are raised in which village, how many materials are needed, and how many pigs will be turned in at that time. Each one has standards. If the pigs grow No, the village has to subsidize some materials.

Therefore, most of the villages that can really raise pigs these days are surplus grain villages. Even ordinary surplus grain villages need to consider this. After all, there is no feed these days. How can there be anything to feed the pigs when there is not enough food for everyone?

When Teacher Hong heard Ran Qiuye's question, he was not in a hurry, but explained patiently.

"Our farm uses our own materials for breeding, so we don't need support from above. Naturally, we don't need to pay back the materials for the pigs we raise."

"Furthermore, our farm has its own system. To produce output, we only need to complete the tasks of our superiors. We developed this farm ourselves, and the pigs we raise can be bought and eaten."

Ran Qiuye understood clearly, that is, this pig raising thing did not cost public money, and the pigs raised were born from sows in his own village, so there was no task relationship.

"Although the superiors have no task targets for the farm, the farm still sells most of the pigs to the slaughterhouse. This is a good thing in itself. They are not happy enough."

Teacher Hong said happily, thinking of the big fat pigs in the pen, each weighing almost two hundred pounds, and he had never felt that raising pigs could have such a sense of accomplishment.

What's more important is that they sell these pigs to slaughterhouses at a fair price. They don't earn much, but they contribute to the construction of the country.

This makes the whole farm proud.

"You don't know, the people from the slaughterhouse came the day before yesterday. When they saw the big fat pigs, everyone was stunned. There were not so many trucks! This was delayed for a whole day. I found several cars today before I came to buy them. .”

As Teacher Hong said, Ran Qiuye could feel the joy, the joy of sharing.

"Teacher Hong, please hurry up and get busy. I'll go to the school to check on you."

"Okay, let's talk back!"

After saying that, Teacher Hong walked quickly to the breeding farm in the south of the village.

When we arrived at the breeding farm, there were already people gathered around, including people from Yangjiazhuang, Gaojiazhuang and Baima Village.

A group of people surrounded the entire farm in circles.

In the middle position, Yang Dazhuang, Pan Jianjun and Fatty Ding both have faces full of faces.

Especially Fatty Ding, he was even more radiant and energetic.

In front of him was Director Wang of the slaughterhouse, followed by Director Wu, the director of the slaughterhouse.

These two people, if Yang Xiaotao is here, must know each other. It was the installation of heating furnaces in their factory that started the road of independent innovation in the steel rolling mill.

At this moment, Factory Director Wang looked at the big fat pigs in the pig pen with shock in his eyes.

too big.

Too fat.

Very good.

I was sighing in my heart, but my face was calm.

Director Wu, who was following from the side, acted as the first to ask for directions, "Director Yang, let me ask, is it really true that you have raised it for more than five months?"

Yang Dazhuang nodded, "Indeed, it took more than five months to raise Piggy to this big!"

I added another sentence in my mind, starting from raising earthworms, it only lasts for three months.

"It's incredible, I can't believe it. Director Ding, how do you feed the pigs in your grain store? No, what do you feed the pigs? I mean. Oh my, what did you guys send that made the pigs look like this? "

Director Wu was so excited that he was speechless, and even Quancheng's accent was exposed.

"Director Wu, what you said is wrong." Fatty Ding said proudly.

"In this farm in Zhuangzi, there is nothing that is not used in the grain store. It is all raised by the villagers themselves. As the director of the grain store, I can guarantee this."

"However, if you really want to say there is something special in this, hey, there really is!"

As soon as Fatty Ding said this, Factory Director Wang beside him became uneasy.

"Director Ding, don't be so pretentious, just tell me directly."

Fatty Ding glanced at Yang Dazhuang.

Yang Dazhuang nodded and walked forward, feeling shocked at Yang Xiaotao's method of raising pigs with earthworms.

No one thought that raising earthworms would have such great benefits.

"Director Wang, I am able to grow so strong because of..."

Yang Dazhuang slowly explained. Factory Director Wang and Director Wu beside him both had big mouths, as if they were subverting their own cognition.

"Earthworms? Earth dragons? Long worms?"

Director Wu said excitedly.

"Yes, that's it!"

"Can I go take a look?"

Factory Director Wang asked, Yang Dazhuang nodded, and then led the two of them towards the south.

From behind, Fatty Ding greeted people, "Young and old gentlemen, please lend a hand."

"Now, let's go out!"

A group of men around them rushed to the pig pen with hemp rope and wooden sticks in their hands.

Beside, Teacher Hong was holding a notebook, his eyes narrowed as he smiled.

sneer

squeak……

On the other side, Director Wang and the two men followed Yang Dazhuang to the pond where earthworms were raised. They looked at the yellowing dead leaves inside, which were nothing special.

Yang Hui was called over by Yang Dazhuang and explained.

Now that the weather is cold, earthworms are in the soil, and they will move around and breed when the weather warms up.

Yang Dazhuang asked Yang Hui to shovel a handful of soil and throw it on the ground. There were seven or eight earthworms in it. Although they were not big, they were quite a lot.

They also heard Yang Hui explain the benefits of raising earthworms and how to grind them into powder and mix it into pig food. His explanation was clear and logical, which made the two of them even more sure that this was true.

"Director Wang, a pond will be built opposite next year, but it is for Gaojiazhuang. Their village will also raise pigs next year. By this time next year, your slaughterhouse will have a few more cars!"

Director Wang looked into the distance, and an idea suddenly came to his mind.

"If this method of raising earthworms is popularized, will it be possible to raise more pigs?"

If this is handed over to superiors and promoted nationwide, he will become famous. By then, he will be the director of the slaughterhouse. With this, he can be promoted to at least the third level!

This thought was out of control, and the fire in his heart started to burn. He took Yang Hui's hand and asked about how to breed earthworms.

But Yang Hui only knew how to do it, but it was not clear why he did it.

Factory Director Wang was a little disappointed and asked who invented it.

Yang Dazhuang smiled and said with a hint of pride, "Yang Xiaotao from our village did it."

"Yang Xiaotao from the steel rolling mill?"

Director Wu suddenly spoke.

"Yes, that's him!"

"Oh, factory director, he, that Yang Xiaotao, is the heating stove, have you forgotten?"

Factory Director Wang instantly remembered a scene from the past, that calm and composed young man among the leaders.

The young man who was valued by Mr. Xia.

Most of the heat in my heart dissipated, but I found that the contribution of reporting it was not small.

"Director Yang, let's go take a look."

With that said, he took Yang Dazhuang's hand and walked towards the breeding farm affectionately.

This is the Yang family, and building a good relationship is beneficial to him.

In the slaughterhouse, pigs were knocked down one by one, and then the front and rear legs on one side were tied with a rope, and an iron hook passed through the middle. The two were equipped with wooden sticks to lift the steelyard, and they worked together.

With a squeak, the second senior brother stood up from the ground, shook his body twice, and then squeaked.

Uncle Jiu was fiddling with the weights on the side, adjusting the balance of the scale pole bit by bit.

"Two hundred and ten...three and a half pounds!"

Ouch

After hearing the two hundred catties, everyone cheered.

The two people carrying the scale even rubbed their shoulders, their eyes filled with excitement.

"Quickly, carry it away and move on to the next one!"

Uncle Jiu glanced at the numbers in Teacher Hong's notebook. Among the long series of three digits, there were a few numbers starting with two that stood out.

"Teacher Hong, how old is it?"

Teacher Hong only calculated in his mind, "Eighteen heads, a total of 3,426 kilograms."

"More than three thousand? Haha, how many more are there behind?"

Uncle Jiu shouted, and Yang Shitou looked around the circle, "Uncle Jiu, in addition to the two left behind, there are eleven more."

"Eleven heads? Teacher Hong, can you estimate how many we can sell this time?"

Teacher Hong immediately calculated in his notebook.

Adding eleven animals, according to the average calculation, it is at least 5,000 kilograms. If sold to the slaughterhouse according to the evaluation, then

Teacher Hong listed them in the notebook and quickly calculated the results.

Uncle Jiu took advantage of the opportunity to look at him and said, "Ten hundred, my God, there are so many?"

Teacher Hong nodded, "At least this much."

"Okay, hurry up, lift it up."

Uncle Jiu urged, and the helpers on the side rushed into the pig pen again, pulled the selected second senior brother out by his ears and tail, and then two people went up and threw him down, and tied his legs with incredible skill.

"Here, lift it up."

Amidst the cheerful laughter, Teacher Hong looked at the numbers on the notebook, turned it over and looked at the method of raising earthworms to feed pigs, "Good stuff!"