Chapter 177 Misunderstanding

"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 were mentioned, there was no one around who would not lift 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 them, these strong men who have not yet emerged from glory, who would not 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.

"Laoqu, look at that poplar wood pile, 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 laughing, he seemed to be thinking of something bad, and his body shuddered subconsciously.

"What's abnormal? 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 for his village to hand over food, 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.

A few people took out chopsticks and spread it on the pancake, and someone else took out scallions. Once the pancake was rolled, they started to eat it 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 a person is, 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, recently his superiors have been holding small meetings every 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 Hanziba told him what he saw, and Fatty Ding became silent after hearing this.

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

The man from the Qu family nodded vigorously.

The warehouse of the grain station was filling up quickly. 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 office of the grain station. Old Ding's face fell.

"Master, are you in good health?"

"Okay, I'll be fine if I eat three steamed buns in one meal."

"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 going to die?"

"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 has tinkered with a high-yield 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."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Old Ding’s eyes were filled with tears, “This time you take the lead, I, Old Ding, am happy and understand it.”

"But only this time. Next time, take good 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 used an iron needle 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.

Insert the bamboo strips in, and when you pull them out, the corn under the bamboo joints is exposed.

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!"
To be continued...