It was raining, and it was gloomy and gloomy, without a hint of sunshine. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Zhang Yunling sat at the gate of his house, still wearing the coarse cloth cotton robe he placed last year, with a few patches on the cotton robe, but the pulp was very clean, and the cuffs were more pocked, which was obviously cleaner than others.

Looking up at the sky, I didn't know what to say, and lowered it again.

"If it's not sunny this day, this winter will be the same as it gets!"

He whispered this, then looked back at the mother-in-law who was sitting under the door of the house, holding the soles of her shoes, and said hesitantly:

"Qiu'er's mother! You say this, is it going to be the same as last year? ”

Aunt Zhang didn't answer, she was busy collecting the soles of her shoes, a woman's family, what did she know.

The weather is really anxious, after the previous autumn harvest, the big guy is looking forward to the rain, but looking forward to it, the rain is coming, seeing the red taro in this field grows as long as possible, but who would have thought that it has rained for more than ten days in a row and has not stopped, this big guy is dumbfounded, the farmer is not richer than the family, this is the winter, that is, the "cat winter" time, it is nothing more than nesting at home and not working, not working can not eat sorghum rice such real goods, at most it is the end of the year, eat a few meals of fried oil left over from the oil branch to make radish stuffed dumplings, As for the usual, two meals of red taro a day will resist hunger.

In previous years, there were so few people, but this year's rain made people's hearts blocked, and they saw that the red taro in the ground had grown, but the rain kept falling. And so on. The red taro will rot in the ground. When the time comes, the family will have to eat the old book - eat the autumn grain that was originally left for the spring and the future. Not to mention the pigs at home. Without red taro, the pig food will come there, this is all a thing.

"Oh my God! If it's the same again,......"

Zhang Yunling turned around and looked at the sky again, and kept knocking a dry tobacco pipe in his hand on the brick steps next to the door. The face was full of sadness, if you eat the autumn grain, you can get a few catties of sorghum rice this day. In those days, even large families could eat poor. What's more, the family is not a big family, at most it is just starving to death.

"Probably not!"

Aunt Zhang rested for a long time, and said casually, her face was still facing the soles in her hands, and the rag head pulp cloth board became a pair of thousands of stitched soles in her hands.

"How could it not? This time last year. It had only rained for seven or eight days, and the red taro in the field was rotten by more than 20%. Our family has eaten sorghum rice for an extra month, but this year, we can't keep it even, and we can't even get pig food......"

Zhang Yunling's casual reply against her mother-in-law seemed to have been decided here this year. As a farmer, many things were imprinted in his mind, and many painful impressions of hunger made up those terrifying factors, and he remembered: he had eaten wild vegetables and potatoes in his old age, and he could only catch one meal a day. Xin Chou Nian was just a little better, and Xin Younian shouted to eat the roots of the tree again. He was still young, and he didn't seem to be in much pain.

As a farmer, he naturally does not want to see a disaster year.

If there is no red taro in the field this year, this family will not be able to raise pigs, and if it cannot raise pigs, it will not be able to accumulate the fertilizer on the ground this year, and the fertilizer and water will not be enough, and the sorghum rice of the next year will not be able to ...... OMG! Zhang Yunling simply can't keep thinking about it! He was afraid that if he continued to think about it, God would accept people next year, and once God accepted people, it would be his own year if he didn't keep it, so he had to accept five or six adults.

Just when Zhang Yunling's hysteria was in his imagination, in the afternoon, the rain gradually stopped, and the sun that had not been seen for many days was revealed.

God has opened his eyes, it looks like he won't accept people tomorrow......

In the few blue brick houses not far away, when the sun came out, Zhang Yunshan, who was holding a dry tobacco bag, also walked out of the house, and his face was also relaxed.

"It's good now, the rain has stopped, it can stop for a few days, put the red potatoes in the field into the cellar, cut them, and dry them, and there will be a ...... next year."

Although there are still tens of thousands of catties of sorghum at home, not only enough for the family to eat, but also for the long-term workers in the coming year, there will be some surplus, and even some can be lent out at that time, but for Zhang Yunshan, it does not mean that he will eat sorghum rice lavishly, although his family has more than 100 acres of land, but he still seems a little stingy in eating - eating red taro all year round, even in the busy season, sorghum rice will be mixed with red taro dice. At most, compared to ordinary farmers, he can eat a few slices of bacon every other day.

In the eyes of others, this day seems to be a bit of a loser, but only Zhang Yunshan knows the reason for this - turning his head to look at the two salty trots (rabbits) hanging under the eaves, he thought in his heart.

"If not, wait until you get two for your son?"

Thinking of the eldest son studying in the provincial capital, Zhang Yunshan's face suddenly squeezed out a smile, although the Zhang family has not produced a seedling of studying for several generations, but the eldest son was admitted to the agricultural school in the provincial capital, that school seems to be learning to farm, but what about farming, the Zhang family's today, is not from the grandfather's generation will hoe and shovel out.

Although God is not hungry and diligent, but farming also depends on the brain, if it was not for the grandfather who learned the method of farming and manure from outside, how could there be today's Zhang family. It is precisely because of this that Zhang Yunshan will agree to his son to study in the school that teaches farm work.

"What's wrong with studying in the agricultural school, is it possible that you have to be like Wang Er, who didn't even pass the exam for so many years, and ended up failing the exam?"

Thinking of the disdain of some people in the village for his son to study in the agricultural school, Zhang Yunshan couldn't help muttering, thinking in his heart.

"In the future, when Jing'er's generation places hundreds of acres of land, the big guy will know ......"

With such expectations in his heart, Zhang Yunshan couldn't help but look in the direction of the provincial capital, and his narrowed eyes were full of expectations for his son.

"I don't know what I learned in that school?"

Zhang Jing, who was far away in the provincial agricultural trial field school, did not know what his father expected of him, and he was originally planning to establish a breeding farm, but he was facing a new opportunity.

“…… The American cotton seed is 3 times taller than the local cotton, and the local cotton is about 7,000 trees per acre, while the American cotton is no more than 1,000 trees, and the cotton in the land is more than 20 at most, and the American cotton can be 70 or 80 peaches, the local cotton is about 780 catties, and the American cotton can be harvested 200 catties......"

The Japanese agricultural lecturer in the classroom is teaching the "American cotton planting method", from deep ploughing, fertilization, sowing time and spacing, pest control to flower harvesting, this is the school's new coursework, and according to the school's requirements, they should learn the technical essentials of planting American cotton in a short period of time, during the winter vacation, their task is to return to their hometown to promote American cotton, and each person has the task of promoting 2 cotton seeds.

"2 burdens per person, isn't this apportionment......"

When he said this, Li Yuanlin said helplessly.

"Zijing, it's good now, if your family doesn't take the lead in planting American cotton next year, how can you persuade your neighbors to plant American cotton?"

Although the big guy's home is quite prestigious in the countryside, if you want others to believe, you must take responsibility for it, and there is naturally no problem with planting a few acres of cotton by others, but Zhang Jing is not ambitiously thinking about founding his "Zhili Seed Company", and now it is mixed up by the school, will it not disrupt his plan.

"Plant! Grow cotton, of course! ”

Putting down the mimeographed "Manual of American Cotton Seed Methods" in his hand, Zhang Jing's expression was filled with the color of jumping to the first place.

"Now the introduction of American cotton seeds, but also vigorously promote, must be for large-scale planting in the future, next year the test site will definitely begin to introduce cotton seeds into domestication and breeding. Next year's high yield of cotton in the United States will inevitably make people plant cotton one after another, and when the time comes, our company can also carry out domestication and cultivation together, and it will not hurt to plant a few acres......

Zhang Jing did not object to the promotion of American cotton, but he was curious why it was so sudden.

"The national cotton quality is not long American cotton, not conducive to weaving, the United States cotton harvest, quality are better than China, the promotion of it sooner or later, but have you noticed, this promotion is different from the past, our test site only began to breed and domesticate American cotton seeds this year, but now it is directly imported from the United States, so that it is not domesticated to distribute farmers to plant, and even provide a subsidy of a silver dollar per ten acres of land, how do I look, how do I feel weird......"

The strange thing in Zhang Jing's mouth refers to the subsidy -- a subsidy of one yuan for the promotion of US cotton per 10 mu, and this money is provided by the "East Asian Agricultural Promotion Foundation", but only once this year, and in fact only once, as long as the advantages of US cotton high yield are revealed, even if there is no subsidy in the year after next and there is no longer free seeding, the people will spontaneously buy US cotton seeds.

"Weird?"

Li Yuanlin's brows raised slightly.

"What's so weird? This test site must promote some good seeds, otherwise what else do you want this test site to do? What's more, this is not a business, maybe this year they will promote it for free, and the year after tomorrow they will sell seeds at a high price, you don't see that this seed cotton is underwritten by them in the market, when the time comes, this cottonseed is not still in their hands, made into seeds, and then sold to the people, this change of hands will not return to the capital......"

Li Yuanlin's words made Zhang Jing's brows furrow even tighter, he always felt that this matter was not so simple.

"Promote, change hands? Don't forget, the roots of this "East Asian Agricultural Promotion Foundation" can be in the northeast, and we are directly affiliated here! (To be continued.) )