Chapter 30: Putting Satellites
"Why are your teeth so big? Do you stuff one for me to see? An old man knocked the cigarette pouch pot in his hand and said with a calm face.
“...... President, when has this been, do you still have the heart to joke? ”
Feng Hua raised his eyes and really didn't expect that this oldest, darkest and thinnest old man, who looked the most like a peasant, turned out to be the president of Fuxing Commune.
"What can you do without kidding? That's all there is to you, what can you do if you don't do it? Go back? ”
directly stunned the four of them speechless.
The old man smacked the cigarette pouch pot a few times and said, "Use as much as you want, it's useless to worry about death, he really doesn't have it, and it's not that he doesn't give it." What I really want to worry about is the autumn harvest, and I just hope that this year's mission food will be less. ”
Feng Hua said in his heart, I'm afraid you are going to be disappointed, this year's task will only be heavier.
"It's useless to worry about that, you have to pay as much as you want...", a young man in the corner said.
The old man reached out and gave him a cigarette pouch and pot and smashed it on his shoulder. The young man pursed his lips and pounced on the spark that fell out twice, and stopped squeaking.
"I just hope that I won't let another satellite come out, and I'll thank his eight-generation ancestors!"
"Poof~" Feng Hua couldn't help laughing.
Five sad faces turned to look at her. The heaviness came all of a sudden, Feng Hua's heart sank, and he suddenly reacted, this is not a few decades later, "putting satellites" can be seen as a big joke.
This is 60 years, this is the present, this is the present, and "releasing satellites" is an extremely painful lesson.
Since the launch of the first artificial satellite by the Soviet Union in 57, "satellite" has become the glory of the entire socialist camp, a symbol of "high precision", and a "hot word" of this era.
People have begun to "put satellites", and if they really can't put them, they will put others, wheat satellites, grain satellites, rice satellites, flue-cured tobacco satellites, agricultural satellites, industrial satellites......
In the beginning... Timid, the yield per mu only dared to blow to a few thousand catties, and later saw that other people's satellites were getting bigger and bigger, and he was not far behind, 10,000 catties, 20,000 catties......
According to Feng Hua's later understanding, the largest satellites were 130,000 catties per mu of rice and 1.2 million catties of yam...... You read that right, it's not 120,000, it's 1.2 million catties!
At that time, there was a very loud slogan called "How bold man is, how productive is the land", which was really ironic in the eyes of later people, and I don't know what the first person who said this sentence thought in his heart.
The most powerful thing is that not only some people say it, but some people believe it, and those who say it dare to let people see it.
Of course, these people who say that the yield per mu is tens of thousands of catties, they dare not say that all the land in the world is like this, but only say that it is an experimental field of one acre or two acres.
Before the visit, the crops in other fields were uprooted and planted into one acre of land, which was so dense that rats could not squeeze into it, and it was claimed that people could sit on the rice.....
Fortunately, the wind blew over in a while, but at the beginning of the 60s, Yu Wei was still very big, and he couldn't complain that the old man was afraid.
"Little girl, Lao Wutun has arrived." Niu Guoqiang shouted, breaking the dull atmosphere.
Feng Hua hurriedly thanked him and got out of the car.
Standing under the car, he was stunned, shook his head, and walked along the sheep intestine path towards the village.
This is the torrent of the times, she can't fight, she won't naively think that she has been reborn, and if she has a space, she is the darling of heaven, and she wants to save the world.
......
Walked along the path for 10 minutes, and arrived at a small village, Feng Hua's footsteps did not stop, and continued to walk forward, there is a smaller village behind Lao Wutun, called Situn, and there is a Santun after Situn.
I don't know how these names came from, but there is no Ertun and Yitun behind Santun.
Feng Hua has "acquaintances" in Situn, but there is an "enemy" in Wutun, so she chose to go to Situn for the first time to see her old acquaintances.
It was a little girl named Cuihua, the same age as Feng Hua. The name Cuihua is very popular at the moment, compared to beauty, show, fang, glory or something, Cui is relatively tall.
Many people know what jade is, but few people know what jade is.
Feng Hua came to Wuchang for the first time in his last life when he was 18 years old, which was the age when he was waiting to be released, and he was not deeply involved in the world, and he was immature in the world, so he was inevitably remembered by others.
It was the spicy Cuihua who maintained her.
Thinking of his first best friend in his previous life, Feng Hua laughed unconsciously and quickened his pace.
Wuchang is surrounded by mountains on three sides, and there is a large river passing through it, so although it is located in the north, it is also suitable for rice growth.
Feng Hua walked for half an hour, and arrived at Situn, a small village located in the plain area at the foot of the mountain, the whole village is very small, only more than ten families, the old, weak, sick and disabled add up to more than 60 people, forming a team of their own.
Feng Hua came to the door of a family in the village according to his memory, put down the basket, and sat down.
This is Liu Cuihua's home, the yard is quiet, and there is no sound at all. Feng Hua is not surprised at all, Liu Cuihua's father is the captain of the Situn production team, in order to play an exemplary role, their family from the 66-year-old to the 8-year-old child, all went down to the field to participate in labor.
Fortunately, it was already lunch time, and within a few minutes of Feng Hua sitting down, he saw people returning to the village one after another.
One by one, they were silent, walking slowly, listless, and weak. Someone had sharp eyes and saw Feng Hua, but no one came over to ask curiously, they were really not in the mood or strength.
As the team leader, Liu Baozhu's family walked at the end of the team, and they were also weak.
Feng Hua saw Cuihua at the end at a glance, almost dragging her little sister forward step by step.
is different from the numbness of adults, and the little Cuihua is still a little smart and stubborn on her face.
Feng Hua smiled slightly, Cuihua must have wanted to go into the mountains to hunt again.
This place is close to the mountains, almost every man can hunt, and the tomboy-like emerald flower will naturally be, and he is still a good player, even in the past few years, nine times out of ten times he has entered the mountain without coming out empty-handed.
Feng Hua has learned archery and digging traps with her, and occasionally she has gains!
Liu Baozhu was the first to find Feng Hua sitting at the door.
"Little girl, whose family are you? Get? Liu Baozhu asked, while thinking about who in the village had such decent relatives.
Feng Hua's new clothes without patches are more eye-catching, and what is even more eye-catching is her white and tender face and pure temperament, which seems to have never suffered from human suffering.
And at this time, what kind of people can not feel the suffering of the world? Liu Baozhu couldn't even think of it for a while.
Feng Hua stood up and whispered, "Uncle, do you want to change the rice?" ”
Needless to say, everyone understands the phrase "change rice". In previous years, people have always come here to exchange rice, and every household has changed it.
Everyone in the family was stunned, and now at this time, there are still people who come to exchange for rice? Look at the basket at Feng Hua's feet, it is covered by a sack, and I don't know what it contains, but it doesn't seem to be empty.