The people of Wuxian County speak with a strong dialect.

When they speak, the h and f are indistinguishable, and there is no anterior, postnasal, and marginal sounds. This is especially true in the third district.

People in the three districts often go to other places to speak their hometown, but no one else can understand it. For example, they talk about "the faintness of the Yanqiao Dam, a blow and a spray". Others don't understand what is being said, in fact, it is "the wind of Yangqiaoba, blowing a hair." ”

There are many examples, the most famous is the saying of the side voice: "Don't walk binbin, don't climb a tree, or fall yinyin." This is a very simple sentence: "Don't walk to the side, don't climb trees to climb the point, otherwise you will fall into the eye."

Yang Yuanchao is now the deputy secretary of the county party committee of Wu County, and in addition to being in charge of Wu County's economy and ideology, his focus is to go to the three districts to squat.

Early this morning, after having breakfast at the district office, Deputy Secretary Yang, accompanied by temporary correspondent Huang Xinguang, went to the Sichuan main brigade to see the test of rice breeding.

In the whole Bashu, there are many place names called Sichuan lords. Because of the Three Kingdoms period, Liu Bei entered Sichuan, and in order to commemorate him, as long as it can be related to the lord of Shu Han, it is called this name.

For example, near the White Emperor City, there is the main dam of the river, and it is said that Liu Bei once stationed troops there.

Yunyin County was originally Zhang Fei's home field, and Zhang Fei's beef jerky became famous in Bashu. Of course, it is impossible to snub Zhang Fei's sworn brother Liu Bei, there is a Sichuan main temple there.

In fact, the Sichuan main temple in the territory of Bashu may be exaggerated if there are countless of them, and there are not a thousand but eight hundred.

This Sichuan main brigade had a temple before the founding of the People's Republic of China, which was called the Sichuan main temple.

The origin is no longer known.

In the original time and space, Wushan's grandmother's house was in the eighth team of the Sichuan Lord. At that time, some people said that this was the place where Liu Bei had come, and when he was a child, Wushan still believed it. As I got older, I saw more and more books, which led to doubts, and I often argued with my uncle about it. Uncle was naturally proud that Liu Bei had come, and his nephew felt that no matter what, it would be impossible for Uncle Liu Huang to come here.

Of course, the result was that the uncle and nephew were not convinced by anyone, and they were not convinced.

"Deputy secretary, there are several places in Sichuan where there are rice breeding trials and field inspections, which one do you want to see today?" Huang Xinguang is a correspondent of the third district, and he was temporarily assigned to Yang Yuanchao, and he is not very clear about the character of his leader.

"Where are they?" Yang Yuanchao was sent to Wuxian for a few years, and he spoke the local dialect decently.

"I'll take a look, deputy secretary." Huang Xinguang took out the folder he carried: "Tuo Yuejin family in Tuojiawan, Li Guangrong's family in Lijiawuchang, and Ma Feijiang's family in Majiagou, the information says that they are all professional rice growers. ”

"Then which of the three of them is closer, and what is the location relationship?" Yang Yuanchao felt a trace of helplessness, and the correspondent was holding on to his feet temporarily, which was really not a way.

Huang Xinguang scratched his head embarrassedly: "Deputy secretary, I am not familiar with the third district, and I have just been assigned for three days." ”

"Oh?" Yang Yuanchao felt that he was wrong to blame this young man, in fact, he himself was not a few years older than others.

Deputy Secretary Yang groaned: "It's okay, let's ask while walking." ”

In this decade, the correspondent and a few years later the secretary of one nature. But they don't remove their leadership adverbs when they are called.

Don't say it, Huang Xinguang has done some work. When the bicycles of the two people rode to the bridge of Yangqiao, he saw that the words "Yangqiao Brigade" were written on the bridge, and quickly pinched the brakes: "Deputy secretary, let's leave the car here and cross the river from the bridge." There was no plowing road over there, so I had to walk. ”

Two people pushed their bicycles across the bridge.

Under the shade of the willow tree, an old farmer sat on a grass stump with his back to the willow tree, and tied the oxen that were shaving joy in the river to the big willow tree with a rope.

The old farmer babbled and hummed a folk song in his mouth: "Purse wow, embroider a needle, embroider that cloud on the edge of the sky"

"Hello uncle!" Huang Xinguang greeted from afar.

The old farmer was so happy that he didn't hear anyone calling him at all.

"Your hometown isn't here, is it?" Yang Yuanchao patted Xiao Huang on the shoulder.

"Hehe, deputy secretary, you're right," Huang Xinguang scratched his scalp: "My hometown is from Shuanggui County." ”

"Old man, how do you get to the Sichuan Lord?" Yang Yuanchao strode over, and he knew that it was right to call the old man the uncle and aunt in this area.

The old farmer's humming stopped abruptly, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Yang Yuanchao with a pen hanging from his shirt pocket and pushing a bicycle. He quickly stood up and pointed to the path in front of him: "This comrade, you enter from the path and walk along the foot of the mountain. ”

Yang Yuanchao was about to lock the bicycle, and the old farmer hurriedly greeted: "The bicycle can be pushed forward, this area is all red sand, and some wide places can be ridden in." ”

Saying that, the old farmer was a little complacent. He has a brother who cooks at the supply and marketing cooperative, and he shows off to him that he can ride a bicycle on the road.

These three professional households form a triangle.

After Yang Yuanchao inquired clearly, he planned to go to Lijiawuchang first, then to Majiagou, and return to Tuojiawan on the highway to the district office.

The two of them rode around and looked around at the farmers' mountain paddy fields.

After inquiring a few more times, it took almost two or three hours before I arrived at Li Guangrong's private place.

When the production was first packaged, the captains of the production team really took great pains.

The mountainous paddy fields of each production team are divided into raw and cooked land.

No one wants to be raw, and no one wants to see others all cooked in the land. At the end, in order to take into account each family, it was divided into a lock of raw and cooked food. Each peasant household, according to the size of the population, can be allocated different sizes of cooked land. In case some of the family is not familiar enough land, divide more raw land in the past. So everyone rejoices.

Li Guangrong's family's trial of the field was, of course, in the raw land, because the yield of rice planting was not high, and it was not cost-effective if it was in the ripe land.

There were two people in the field, and the water in it was only ankle deep, and it should have been the water that the owner himself put in to work.

Both wore straw hats and worked in the paddy fields with their heads bowed.

The rice cultivation in this field is very interesting, with a row of tall rice and a row of low rice next to it.

In the rice field next to it, the seedlings grow the first rice stem, which is the tillering stage. Those peasants fertilized their paddy fields, and from time to time their heads glanced at the Li family's rice fields.

The farmers who work in the rice fields are meticulous. The rice planted here is early rice, and most of the seedlings are heading and flowering.

In the paddy field, they gently peeled off the ears of rice that had not yet been tasseled, but were already swollen in the mother's body. Mix tall rice and short rice flowers, and try to pollen each ear.

"Li Guangrong, you comrades have come up from the paddy field!" The people in the paddy field next to him shouted loudly.

"Where?" A middle-aged man took off his straw hat and wiped the sweat from his face.

No matter how hot it is, he doesn't dare to fan the wind in the rice field, otherwise he might fan the pollen into the water.

Yang Yuanchao and Huang Xinguang had already bent down and carefully observed the plants, and Li Guangrong hadn't noticed it for a while.

"There!" The person who shouted just now pointed his finger: "Don't you see two Yanmar horses on the ridge?" It's on the boundary between you and Yao Housheng. ”

At this time, Li Guangrong finally saw it, and shouted to a person not far away: "Secretary Ran, there is a working comrade here." ”

The man was pondering, but he didn't hear it, and Li Guangrong shouted again.

"Oh, good." He straightened up: "Glory, can you breed a higher rice in the future, I think it's okay." ”

"Secretary Ran, where is it!" Li Guangrong's mouth snorted in the direction of Yang Yuanchao.

"Oh?" Ran Yinghuai, the secretary of the brigade, pulled up the placket of his shirt and wiped the sweat beads on his face, so that he could see it clearly.

He frowned, and walked cautiously between the gaps in the plants.

Ran Yinghuai is an outlier, he went to junior high school in the sixties, and he was a rare cultural person in the Sichuan Lord's Brigade. After graduating from junior high school, he did not go to work like his classmates, but returned to the countryside.

Rural junior high school students in the sixties were rarer than doctoral students in the early twenty-first century, and it was easy to find a job in an agricultural county.

After a lot of ups and downs, and the catastrophe of the following ten years, this simple farmer instinctively resented those laymen guiding insiders. Seeing that there were people from above coming to inspect, he was really afraid that he would encounter some blind superiors again.

When they were about to walk up to them, Deputy Secretary Yang's words came over: "This is called rice koji disease, also known as powdery mildew and pseudosmut, because it mostly occurs in the year of good harvest, so it is also called harvest fruit, which is a fungal disease. ”

Yang Yuanchao continued to explain: "This disease occurs in all major rice areas in China, usually on late rice, especially glutinous rice. With the popularization of some dwarf compact rice varieties and the improvement of fertilization level, the occurrence of this disease has become more and more prominent. The hollow grains of diseased ears increased significantly, and the yield could generally be reduced by 5%~10% after the onset of the disease. ”

Huang Xinguang listened attentively: "Deputy secretary, isn't that very harmful?" ”

"Who said that?" Yang Yuanchao's face was full of seriousness: "This disease is secondary to yield loss, and the serious thing is that the pathogenic bacteria are toxic, and the spores contaminate the rice and reduce the quality of rice." In addition, raising poultry with rice mixed with diseased grains of rice koji can cause chronic poisoning of poultry, causing visceral lesions and even death. ”

"Huh? No way? So you can't eat it? Huang Xinguang opened his mouth and stammered.

"How can human life be so fragile!" Yang Yuanchao stood up and pulled out the sick rice by the way: "I have really eaten it, there are about a few grains of rice mixed in a bowl of rice, and the taste is a little sour and bitter." ”

"Can't it be prevented?" Huang Xinguang is from the city and doesn't know anything about this.

"How is that possible?" Deputy Secretary Yang threw the diseased rice on the ridge: "The selection of disease-resistant varieties, seed disinfection, and pesticide prevention can effectively prevent and control this disease." ”

Ran Yinghuai listened with relish, and as soon as Yang Yuanchao's voice fell, he looked at the other party again and saw that the other party was also looking at him.

The more he looked at it, the more familiar Secretary Ran felt his face. He patted his head and finally remembered.

Hurriedly went ashore to wash his hands and feet, Ran Yinghuai stretched out his hands and walked over quickly: "Comrade, are you surnamed Yang?" ”

"Yes, I'm Yang Yuanchao!" Deputy Secretary Yang hesitantly stretched out his hand: "Hello, we've met?" ”

"Hello Deputy Secretary Yang, I am Ran Yinghuai, the brigade secretary of the Sichuan Lord." He shook his hand warmly: "At the recent meeting of the three cadres, I was fortunate to attend and hear your wonderful speech. ”

"Oh, hehe," there were hundreds of people who held the three cadre meetings, where did Yang Yuanchao remember so much: "Hello Secretary Ran, can you help Li Guangrong's family take a look at the breeding?" ”

"Where I will breed, it's just a blind toss!" Ran Yinghuai laughed happily: "I didn't know before that Deputy Secretary Yang was actually an expert in agriculture. ”

"Ha Luha, where do I dare to call any expert?" Yang Yuanchao smiled self-deprecatingly: "I read some of the works of expert Yuan Longping, and then I learned a lot from the teachers of the agricultural technical school in Yixian County, just talking on paper." ”

"Glory," Ran Yinghuai turned around and called: "Deputy Secretary Yang of the county party committee is here, you take your time." Tell me if you have a question, and the brigade will help you go to someone from the Agricultural Bureau. ”

Li Guangrong's face was full of red light, and he responded loudly: "Okay, Secretary Ran walks slowly." ”

Ran Yinghuai rubbed his hands: "Deputy Secretary Yang, it's almost lunch time, are you going to have a light meal with me?" ”

Yang Yuanchao looked at his watch, and he was not hypocritical: "Okay, then let's bother it." ”

"That's right," seeing Ran Yinghuai pushing the bicycle, Yang Yuanchao didn't bother to excuse himself: "Old Ran, I came to you this time mainly to understand the cultivation of rice." Trouble you to put Li Guangrong and"

Huang Xinguang saw that the leader couldn't remember, so he immediately said to the side: "Secretary Ran, there are also Tuo Yuejin and Ma Feijiang." ”

Ran Yinghuai doesn't seem to be very good at pushing carts, all by brute force.

Yang Yuanchao smiled: "I'll push it myself." ”

Secretary Ran scratched the back of his head embarrassedly: "Hehe." He turned his head and shouted loudly: "Who is that, glory, you go and call the Yue Jin of the Tuo family and the Feijiang of the Ma family to my house for lunch." ”

It has been almost four years since the production was delivered to the households, and the life of the peasants is getting better and better year by year.

Although Yang Yuanchao repeatedly instructed him to only eat home-cooked meals, pork, chicken, and duck were placed on a large table.

"Deputy Secretary Yang, you're welcome." Ran Yinghuai smiled heartily: "That's what we eat in the countryside now, please come to the table!" ”

A voice with a slight Jianghuai dialect sounded: "Secretary Ran, I'll also have a meal!" ”

Hearing the voice, Yang Yuan turned his head suddenly, and when he saw the person coming, tears rolled in his eyes.