Chapter 183 Being smart

Cold comes and summer comes, spring passes and autumn comes.

Busy days always make people unable to feel the pace of time.

Winter has passed, and the fragrance of flowers and birds chirping in the fields has already faded away before the breath of spring arrives.

Then, the joy of the harvest filled everyone's hearts again.

Yang Xiaotao, wearing a bamboo hat, stood up and moved his waist. He put the sickle aside and behind him was a row of cut corn stalks.

"Take a break and drink some water."

Not far away, a girl came over with a tin bucket and a wooden ladle in her hand. After stopping, she scooped the water and handed it to Yang Xiaotao.

"Thank you, second sister!"

Yang Xiaotao thanked him, then took the wooden ladle and drank a few sips.

Seeing Yang Xiaotao drinking water, the girl in front of him watched intently, with an inexplicable light in his eyes.

The girl's name is Yang Hongbing. She is the niece of Yang Dazhuang. She is the second eldest child in the family. She is the same generation as Yang Xiaotao but one year older than him, so Yang Xiaotao calls her the second sister.

"You're a city boy, and you're not bad at work."

"Uncle, they are all left behind by you, that's great."

Yang Hongbing is not very good at praising others, but his words are sincere.

After hearing this, Yang Xiaotao looked back at the person behind him and grinned.

Yang Dazhuang saw him ten meters away and quickly lowered his head to work.

Could he not know what his niece was thinking?

It was Mr. Yang, and everyone in Yangjia Village saw it. Of course, he also hoped in his heart that the two of them could come together.

But from now on, it seems that there are no sparks from the friction between the two, so the possibility of getting together is a bit small!

Yang Dazhuang also felt tired when he heard his niece comparing himself.

Really, I can’t compare to Yang Xiaotao.

He already recognized the difference in strength, but the difference in physical strength made him, a farmer who had been working for half his life, a little embarrassed.

As for the men in other villages, they also lowered their heads to work, and their movements were definitely stimulated.

"What's wrong with the people in the city? People in the city have to work to earn food."

“We, like you, all rely on our own hands to live, no matter what we work, we will reap!”

Yang Xiaotao said with emotion that in his mind, the jobs in the city looked decent, but the labor intensity was no worse than in the countryside.

"What you say makes sense."

Yang Xiaotao didn't care after hearing this, lowered his head and continued working.

When Yang Hongbing saw it, he didn't say much and went to the other side with the bucket.

He came back this time mainly because he received an invitation from Yang Shitou.

During the Chinese New Year last year, Yang Shitou's family found out she was pregnant. This year, she gave birth to a big fat boy, and then came back to drink full moon wine.

As an uncle, Yang Xiaotao was not polite and took a ten-dollar red envelope, which made the villagers sigh with emotion.

It's not easy to make money these days.

With these ten dollars, Yang Shitou's family will feel a lot more relaxed.

Of course, ten yuan is not much to Yang Xiaotao now, but there is no need for him to give too much.

We are all from the same village, so who is not related to whom?

This time I came to Yang Shitou's house. If someone comes to look for me next time, how can I get less?

Not worrying about scarcity but worrying about inequality, this is the human heart.

At noon, everyone was sitting on the ground at the end of the field, each holding a big bowl with noodles in it, real two-fold noodles.

Compared to the Chinese New Year the year before last, the food was simply a whole new level.

The men around were all immersed in eating, and a few who had finished their meals ran to get noodles and continue eating.

Yang Dazhuang and others sat together with Yang Xiaotao, looking at the piece of fat meat in the bowl with satisfaction in their eyes.

They knew that it took only two years to bring about such a change in the village, and it was all thanks to the young people in front of them.

Without him, Yangcun No. 1, the village would be fine if it didn't say it was full and people didn't starve to death.

Speaking of Yangcun No. 1, this is the name given by the surrounding villages.

Ever since Fatty Ding learned about the corn, although the people above him didn't take it seriously, he did take it seriously.

Not only did I find Mr. Yang, I also took the time to go to Sijiu City and specifically looked for Yang Xiaotao.

Of course, Yang Xiaotao's hospitality also made his trip worthwhile.

Regarding hybrids, Yang Xiaotao also explained the situation to him. Under the current conditions, large-scale breeding is not possible unless a piece of land is allocated and sufficient manpower is available to help, and these people must be trained. At this time,

It's not short, and the human and financial resources consumed are not a small amount.

Even Fatty Ding can't guarantee that he can do it.

After the two talked for a while, they finally decided on the rules.

Yang Xiaotao promised to try his best to provide seeds, and then let Yangjiazhuang be responsible for the management, while Fatty Ding contacted other villages.

Thanks to Fatty Ding's connection, four or five surrounding villages all enjoyed the benefits of high-yielding corn last year.

It's just that there aren't many kinds of grains. One village only has forty or fifty acres, and this is all from Yangjiazhuang.

Even so, the extra production has eased the pressure on food.

And with the planting of hybrids, old people who have been dealing with the land all their lives gave pertinent advice.

That is to allow the land to be rotated and the livestock to be fertile, so that higher yields can be achieved.

Yang Xiaotao also knows that knowledge only stays in textbooks, and things in the fields are not as good as those of children in the village.

Yang Xiaotao accepted this opinion humbly.

Therefore, Yangjiazhuang took the lead in making changes last year, abandoning the planting of spring corn and switching to other crops, among which winter wheat is the most important grain crop.

After the wheat harvest, most of the land in the village was planted with corn.

With the support of farm cattle, Yangjiazhuang cultivated intensively, and all men and women in the village joined forces. With Yang Xiaotao's hard work in half a year, the village directly planted 500 acres of corn.

And now, it's harvest season.

A few people were eating, and laughter kept coming from the crowd. After the changes in just two years, the sorrow of the past was no longer visible. Now, all the people in the village see is hope.

At this moment, a burst of shouting suddenly came from a distance, and the sound gradually became louder. Yang Dazhuang stood up to check, and came back after a while, with an even brighter smile on his face.

"Seven hundred!"

Yang Dazhuang gestured with his hands, and several people around him stood up after hearing this.

"My grandpa did some calculations just now. This year's yield per mu is 15% more than last year's. That's at least 700 kilograms!"

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Yang Dazhuang said, feeling a little unbelievable in his heart.

Six hundred pounds is already surprising, but I didn't expect it to increase.

What a magical corn.

Several people were talking and laughing, and looked at Yang Xiaotao with even more reverence.

Invisibly, Yang Xiaotao's status in the village has been improved again, and now he is no worse than Yang Dazhuang, the village chief and team leader.

Just when a few people were laughing, Fatty Ding came from outside. Although he had a smile on his face when he heard about the yield of 700 kilograms per mu, it was a bit far-fetched no matter how he looked at it.

When Fatty Ding came over, Yang Dazhuang realized something was wrong and asked.

Fatty Ding suppressed his anger and told the matter.

Yang Xiaotao warned at the beginning that the seeds of this kind of corn cannot be used as grain seeds. It does not mean that they cannot grow, but that after planting, the yield will decrease.

At first Fatty Ding didn't believe it, but after being scolded by Mr. Yang Yang Dazhuang, he admitted the matter and sent notices to several surrounding farming villages not to commit the crime knowingly.

However, this matter is not as simple as it sounds.

No, the first one to cross the thunder pool came out.

After the high-yielding corn crop in Yangjiazhuang emerged, several surrounding villages benefited, and several village chiefs went to Yangjiazhuang to ask for seeds.

Of course, no matter how selfless Mr. Yang is, this kind of money is not given free of charge. If the rice is good, the rice will be grudged, and the rice will be grudged. It is not about the scarcity but the inequality. If the distribution is not good, it will offend others.

Therefore, some things are better to be dealt with normally. Every village is the same, and a bowl of water can be treated equally.

Of course, Mr. Yang didn't want much, just twice the weight of the seeds.

Several villages had no objections to this point, and were even grateful to Yangjiazhuang. After all, that small amount of grain was nothing compared to high-yielding corn.

But this matter is difficult for Qinjiacun.
To be continued...