Yang Xiaotao went to the yard to find firewood, and Mrs. Yang went to pick up a bunch of corn husks and began to boil water.

But after waiting for a while, I didn't see Yang Xiaotao come back, so I couldn't rest assured, so I came out to see the situation.

Then I saw Yang Xiaotao standing in the shed, looking at the corn cob in his hand, stunned.

"You baby, what are you looking at, so distracted?"

Seeing that Yang Xiaotao was stunned, Mrs. Yang asked.

Yang Xiaotao came back to his senses, his thoughts were interrupted, and when he saw that it was the master, he also relaxed.

"Master, our corn cobs are so big?"

Yang Xiaotao picked up a palm-sized corn cob and asked.

Mrs. Yang glanced back, "How big is it if it's not so big?" ”

Yang Xiaotao frowned, "Then all the corn in our village is like this?" ”

Mrs. Yang was strange and put down the work at hand, "Yes, since the time of planting corn, it has been like this all these years." ”

"What's wrong?"

Yang Xiaotao lowered his head and pondered when he heard this, the corn in his hand now was incomparable to that in his previous life.

The corn planted in the previous life was not only twice as long as this, but also thicker.

And looking at the marks left on it, it is easy to see that the corn kernels are not very large.

"It's nothing, it's just weird, this corn cob is too small."

After Yang Xiaotao finished speaking, there was nothing new about Mrs. Yang.

The children in the city had never seen a crop, so they were curious.

Turn around and continue cooking.

After a while, the meal was ready, a simple stewed cabbage, and a nest of heads.

Although Yang Xiaotao brought back a lot of things, the old man was used to being thrifty, and there was no preferential treatment in the New Year.

Yang Xiaotao drank a meal of wine last night, and his stomach was empty, but now he obviously had something on his mind, so he ate a nest and went out to find Yang Shi.

He wanted to carefully verify what the corn looked like when it was poured out.

"Xiao Tao, this is already the biggest!"

Yang Dazhuang took the corn in his hand, but the three corn cobs were longer than the others, and the portion was a little heavier.

"This is still my daughter-in-law who thinks she is big, and she left it at home for the New Year, otherwise she would have ground the flour a long time ago."

Yang Dazhuang heard that Yang Xiaotao was looking for corn on the cob, and he thought that he was gaining knowledge, so he didn't think much about it and brought the remaining three from the family over.

"Uncle Zhuang, you also bought this corn from the supply and marketing cooperative?"

"No, all the vegetable seeds I bought at the supply and marketing cooperatives are my own seeds!"

Yang Xiaotao nodded, there are still some things that are not clear about this era, and he just asked this time.

"Uncle Zhuang, tell me about the situation in the field!"

"What do you want to know?"

"Well, how much food can be left in our village every year, is there enough for the family?"

Yang Xiaotao thought for a while and asked.

After Yang Dazhuang heard this, he found a stone to sit down, Yang Xiaotao took out a cigarette, and both of them lit one.

Yang Dazhuang recalled for a while, and some couldn't speak, but Yang Xiaotao was not an outsider, so he explained.

"In our village, let's take last year as an example, a total of more than 300 acres of wheat and more than 500 acres of corn were planted, not to mention the rest."

Yang Xiaotao, who had worked on the farm in his hometown, knew that it was winter wheat and continued to grow it in the cornfield.

It is not that Yangjiazhuang has 800 acres of land, which is related to crop rotation.

In fact, Yangjiazhuang does not even have 700 acres of land.

Most of it is still dry land, and some are on the mountains.

The water and land are just over a quarter of the way.

"Let's take corn as an example, if the corn harvested in our village last year is divided, the yield per mu is less than 300 catties."

"Less than 400 pounds? So low? ”

Yang Xiaotao was surprised, he had the impression that corn was a high-yield crop, even if there was no chemical fertilizer, how could it be eight or nine hundred catties.

"Alas. There is no way to do it, the land is barren, and there is no chemical fertilizer, so it is not enough to rely on the manure of people and animals. ”

"And it needs to be taken care of, how can there be a good yield without good guys?"

Yang Dazhuang is also helpless, the situation in the country is like this, and everyone has no choice but to look forward to a good year, God bless, and produce more food.

Yang Xiaotao was silent for a moment and then asked, "Then how much grain can we have left?" ”

"Left? Hehe! ”

Yang Dazhuang shook his head, and the smoke was exhaled, forming a smoke ring in the air, slowly expanding and finally dissipating.

"Let's put it this way, if we plant the land of the country, we have to pay taxes! That is, to pay the public grain. ”

"According to the national requirements, the standard of grain production per mu is 400 catties, and the proportion of handover is 15%, that is, 60 catties per mu. This is for the state, and it must be paid! ”

"That's half left!"

Yang Xiaotao calculated, but Yang Dazhuang shook his head, "That's just public grain." You have to sell the surplus! ”

"Sell surplus food?"

"Well, that's a must!"

Yang Dazhuang didn't take it seriously, after all, he had done it all these years, and then looked at Yang Xiaotao with a puzzled face, and explained.

In fact, it is to sell surplus grain to the state at a low price, and to support national construction in disguise.

And there is a number of sales, and what is insufficient has to be made up from rations.

There are nearly 200 households in Yangjiazhuang Village, with more than 200 adult laborers, and a total of more than 50,000 catties of surplus grain handed over last year. Among them, there are more than 10,000 catties of public grain and more than 30,000 catties of surplus grain.

"What about the money from the sale of surplus grain?"

"No matter how much, there has to be some."

Yang Dazhuang lowered his voice, "Last year, our team sold a total of 37,500 catties of surplus grain, 8 cents a pound of wheat, and 5 cents a pound of corn, a total of 2,057.6 yuan. ”

"Don't look at this money, it's a lot, but in our hands, it's not much."

Yang Xiaotao listened on the sidelines, and Yang Dazhuang talked about the "three mentions and five unifications" that had just been implemented.

The so-called three mentions refer to the three mentions in the village where the income from production is retained.

It is divided into provident fund, community chest and management fee, which are managed by the production team.

To put it bluntly, it is to issue living expenses to help those elderly and those with limited mobility.

The five unifications refer to the education surcharges, family planning fees, preferential care fees, militia training fees, and civil service assistance fees for villages and towns.

It doesn't matter if these things are done or not, whether there are any, but the money needed for these three mentions and five unifications is a lot, and they all need to come out of this money, and there is naturally not much left.

Even if it is distributed to each household on average, it is only a few dollars in a family.

This is still good, if the money from the sale is not enough, you have to collect some from the people below to make up for it.

"After such a toss, each family will remove the grain left, and every family will have a tight life!"

Hearing Yang Dazhuang's helpless sigh, Yang Xiaotao breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that there was no hardship for farmers in this era.

Facing the loess all day long, the harvested grain can barely eat, and sometimes you have to rely on wild vegetables to support your stomach, starving to death, and not enough to eat.

It's no wonder that people in the countryside yearn for life in the city.

Yang Xiaotao knew that Yang Dazhuang still had a lot to say, so he didn't ask, just pulled the topic back to corn.

"Uncle Zhuang, when you harvested, was this kind of big man?"

Yang Dazhuang regained his expression, for him, it was already a great thing to be able to eat, and he was much luckier than watching several brothers starve to death when he was a child.

Hearing Yang Xiaotao's words, he thought for a while, "It doesn't seem to be too much." ”

"There aren't a few, and the big guys don't care, anyway, they all go to the drying and food delivery station. The rest is also ground into coarse grains by itself. ”

Next to Yang Shishi spoke, he followed Yang Xiaotao for most of the day, and vaguely felt that Yang Xiaotao didn't seem to be joking.

As for what he was doing, he didn't know.

"Hmm."

"Brother Zhuang, I used these three."

"Take it away, it's not a big deal."

Yang Xiaotao nodded, and finally took a few short corn cobs, and then returned home.

Back at home, Yang Xiaotao did not rush to do it, but asked Xiaowei to try the difference between these corns first.

Xiaowei has been happy for the past two days, and she spent the night in the forest south of the village, if she couldn't feel her, she thought she was lost.

Yang Xiaotao summoned, and Xiaowei quickly flew in through the window.

Woohoo

After screaming twice, Xiaowei got into the collar of Yang Xiaotao's clothes, and instantly a warm warm current spread throughout her body, dispelling the cold in winter.

The cold fingers also became warm.

"Try these."

Yang Xiaotao communicated with his thoughts, and Xiaowei quickly switched around the corn pile, and after a layer of green light, she returned to Yang Xiaotao.

"Sure enough."

Xiao Wei's judgment came to her mind, the corn in front of her, the thick and grown corn had more energy than the small corn.

However, the corn kernels on the same cob also have strength and weakness, and it is clear that these corns have changed during the growth process.

In the case of the knowledge of past lives, it is genetic recombination.

And what Yang Xiaotao wants to do is to find out this excellent genetic recombination.

As the saying goes, it's hybridization.

Cross-breeding.

"You can't always disgrace the traverser."

Yang Xiaotao finally found a 'serious job' for himself to do.

To determine the feasibility, Yang Xiaotao asked Xiaowei to play with herself, and then started picking corn by herself.

Yang Xiaotao picked it carefully, for fear of damaging the corn and affecting the growth.

Outside the door, Mrs. Yang walked in, watched Yang Xiaotao carefully pick the corn, and immediately laughed.

"Baby, that's not how you come to pick corn."

As he spoke, Mrs. Yang stretched out his hard palm and was about to teach, but Yang Xiaotao hurriedly stopped him.

"Master, no, I'll do it myself."

"You won't, how long will you get to pick it up like this? This corn has to be forced, along the edges. ”

Yang Xiaotao put down the corn, "Master, I will pick it, but this one is different?" ”

"Different? What's the difference? ”

Yang Xiaotao asked him to sit down, and then sorted out his thoughts and began to talk.

"Master, you see, these are all corn grown in a field, why are some big and some small?"

Yang Xiaotao asked a question, and Mrs. Yang smiled heartily, "Of course, it's a different kind of care." ”

"This one grows big if it is fertilized well, and this one grows small with less water, what's so strange?"

Yang Xiaotao nodded when he heard this, but he didn't dare to agree.

"Master, you're talking about external factors."

"It's true that the degree of care in a piece of land can determine the yield of crops, but if the roots are so small, no amount of fertilizer will grow!"

Mrs. Yang suddenly discovered that Yang Xiaotao at this time actually had a taste of a cultural person, and began to listen to him carefully.

"Master, you see, if we plant this kind of corn, how much more can we harvest per acre?"

Yang Xiaotao asked seriously with a long corn cob.

Mrs. Yang didn't want to think about it, "It's all like this, and there are two acres of land on top of that acre." ”

"yes, so why not plant like this?"

"yes, why is it here?"

Mrs. Yang fell into deep thought, and suddenly slapped his thigh for a long time, "Oops, how did I forget this." ”

Yang Xiaotao hurriedly cast an inquiring look, and Mrs. Yang said seriously.

(End of chapter)