Mrs. Yang woke up from his memories with a little pain on his face.

"It was still the time of land reform, and the team came to the village, and when they saw the corn like this, the leader seemed to say, let's pick the seeds of large corn particles."

"And then?"

Yang Xiaotao knew that something must have changed.

"Alas!"

Mrs. Yang sighed.

"In the beginning, it was really rewarding. But then"

"That year, our village picked the best corn kernels as seeds and planted them with joy."

"At the beginning, the corn grew gratifyingly, and they were all tall and tall, and they must have been big cobs when they were pumped."

"But no one expected that just when the corn was growing grains, a storm would be completely destroyed."

"All the corn, it's blown down. It's not comparable to the corn of the past! This time, half of the village's corn could not be raised. ”

Speaking of which, Mrs. Yang was full of regret and regretted the decision he made back then.

"The harvest failed, and the end result was that the people in the village went hungry. If it weren't for the support of the state, it would be good that half of the people in our village could live. ”

"So, our village, including several surrounding villages, owe it to the state!"

Mrs. Yang's eyes were red as he spoke, as if tears had slid down.

"Master, it's over, let's make more contributions to the country in the future!"

Yang Xiaotao comforted, Mrs. Yang nodded, and then said, "So, you think about it well, but don't fool around!" ”

Yang Xiaotao listened, hesitated for a moment, but shook his head again, because the experience of going to school in his previous life gave him a window to understand more about the world.

He couldn't think of anything else, but he was still clear about hybrid corn.

This involves the concept of genetic hybridization, which was in high school textbooks in that era of information explosion.

Therefore, this kind of thing that benefits the country and the people, he must try it.

Otherwise, he is not reconciled.

He's a systematic person.

Although there are no seeds in the redemption column yet, they may not be absent in the future.

Yang Xiaotao made up his mind and said to Mrs. Yang.

"Master, no matter what, I want to try this."

Seeing him like this, Mrs. Yang was silent for a long time, and then nodded in agreement.

He knew that if he didn't try, the young man wouldn't give up.

When you hit the south wall, you will know what to choose.

What's more, with him in check, he will not let the village mess around.

Picking up a corn cob and carefully buttoning the corn kernels, the two of them were very warm at this moment.

In the afternoon, Yang Xiaotao continued to enjoy the atmosphere of the New Year in the village, but also paid attention to the situation of each family planting corn.

Every time I go to a house, I will look at the corn on the beam of the house for a while, and if I encounter a big one, I want one, and the people in the village don't ask for the reason, they like to take it themselves.

In the end, when night fell, Yang Xiaotao had already found more than five catties of corn particles, all of which were big corn.

There are also about half a pound of small grains of corn.

Yang Xiaotao took the opportunity to ask the old people in the village about the habits of corn.

Everyone just thought that the people in the city were novel, and told him without reservation.

Yang Xiaotao remembered it in his heart and understood that this corn was a female plant, with a male flower at the top and a female flower with a cob in the middle.

Planted in the ground, there is no need for artificial pollination at all, and sexual reproduction can be completed by itself.

And this is exactly what Yang Xiaotao wants, maybe others need human participation in the process of studying cross-breeding, but he doesn't.

As long as you tell Xiaowei what is in your heart, this spirit of the plant world can complete the task.

This is his greatest reliance.

At night, Yang Xiaotao and Mrs. Yang cleaned up the house and steamed a pot of multigrain steamed buns.

Tomorrow morning I will get up early to go to the grave, and I will go to bed early.

When he came to the third year of junior high school, Yang Xiaotao felt that it was a lot colder in the room, so he reached out and tried the bottom of the bed, which was cold.

I got up and got dressed, and I was about to add firewood to the stove, but I was shocked by the scene outside.

A white expanse.

The house was covered with a layer of cotton, the snow on the walls was like a hat buttoned on it, and the occasional undulation in the yard indicated that something was hidden underneath.

"It's snowing!"

Yang Xiaotao breathed in the coldness of the air, as if the snow had a taste, an ethereal taste.

"Hurry up and pack up, I'll have to go out in a while."

Mrs. Yang said, and began to pick up items.

took out a knife of yellow paper, then took out a large black ten and pressed it twice.

Pinch off a small piece of each steamed bun and wrap it in yellow paper.

At the end, he took an empty bottle and filled it with a bottle of water.

That's wine.

Then he picked up a white firecracker, packed it in a basket, and Yang Xiaotao helped Mrs. Yang out of the door.

The street was already full of people.

All the men who came were men from their families, and a few of them went with them.

The team walked in silence, the snow creaking on it.

The ancestral tomb of Yangjiazhuang is on the South Mountain, and if you want to go there, you have to cross the river.

There used to be a wooden bridge, but it was destroyed in the war, and it hasn't been repaired for many years.

Fortunately, the river is deep and shallow, and the villagers have built a road with stones, and they can cross the river on a regular basis.

In winter, there is less water and it is easier to cross the river.

It's just that now it's snowing heavily, and the rocks are slippery, so you have to be careful when walking.

Yang Xiaotao carried Mrs. Yang on his back, and several young and strong people also crossed the river with the old man on their backs, and walked a mountain road before reaching the cemetery.

There are hundreds of graves in this land, some of which have names, some of which are worshipped by descendants, and some of which have no names at all, but they also enjoy the care of Yangjiazhuang.

Yang Xiaotao came to the ancestral grave, put down a knife of yellow paper, and then took the rest of the things to the side and came to a new grave, with the words "Yang Laogen's Tomb" written on the wooden sign.

Yang Xiaotao sighed in his heart, fortunately, there are no ghosts in this world.

Otherwise, I don't know if this Yang Laogen will jump out of the coffin and kill him, a traverser.

Sweeping away the snow in front of the grave, Yang Xiaotao lit the yellow paper, burned it together with the steamed buns, and finally poured the "wine" aside.

"Every year in the future, I will send you money for tomb sweeping."

"If there is anything I say in my dream, I will do it if I can do it."

Yang Xiaotao said silently in his heart, and Mrs. Yang had already arranged for someone to kowtow.

In this era, it is said that feudalism is broken, but how can the customs of thousands of years be changed?

What's more, this is called remembering the ancestors. In this rural area, no one dares to talk nonsense.

Yang Xiaotao kowtowed to his ancestors four times, and then kowtowed to his elders with his peers and juniors, and when he arrived at Yang Laogen's grave, there were only a dozen or so people, but they also kowtowed solemnly.

After a trip, Yang Xiaotao was covered with mud and snow, but he felt very solemn.

After going to the grave, everyone returned.

Unlike when I came, the way home was full of laughter.

Everyone was talking and laughing, stepping on the snow and walking fast, and many children played snowball fights and shouted lively.

On the morning of the fourth day of the new year, Yang Xiaotao packed up his things.

But he was preparing to go back to the city.

On the seventh day of junior high school, he has to go back to work, and he doesn't have much time.

And he's going to go back and get ready, and put hybrid corn on the agenda.

Parting is always sad, not to mention that I just feel at home, just like a child who works away from home, even though I am reluctant to give up, I have to bow my head to life.

Mrs. Yang is very open-minded, at his age, he has experienced too much, and his heart is wider than others.

"Go back and work hard, and the people will be worthy of the motherland."

"Don't be cheating, we don't have that kind of person in Yangjiazhuang."

"Also, don't worry about me, I'll let the stone find you if there's something."

Mrs. Yang said it openly, but more than usual.

In a few short days, he had already regarded Yang Xiaotao as his grandson, and his love for licking calves was beyond words.

"Master, don't worry, I'll come to see you when it's Qingming."

Yang Xiaotao set the time, calculated that the days were only one or two months, and if it went well, he should be able to catch up with the spring corn to go to the ground.

"Okay, hurry up and find a daughter-in-law. It's good that someone takes care of you. Save no one pain all day long. ”

Yang Dazhuang was also talking on the side, Yang Xiaotao nodded and smiled, "I'll find one when I go back and ask you to come to eat and drink." ”

When everyone separated, they talked a lot.

"Go ahead."

"Let's go, don't lose time."

Waving goodbye, Yang Xiaotao got on the donkey cart and walked to Sijiu City with Yang Shishi.

As when he came, there was a pile of things on the donkey cart.

Corn, peanuts, walnuts, bags of them, all the hearts of the families in the village.

"Gone. Let's go back! ”

There were two car marks left in the snow, and people in the distance were still standing in the snow, Yang Xiaotao shouted loudly, and he didn't know if he could hear it.

At noon, Yang Shishi parked the car in front of the courtyard and helped send the things back to the house.

It's dark and the road is slippery and frozen, and that's the reason to give a coat.

Yang Shishi didn't have to refuse, put on a military coat full of joy, took the wine bottle stuffed by Yang Xiaotao in his hand, and drove the donkey cart home.

This road has been walked for a long time, I don't know how many times, what are the black spots afraid of, we are walking on the night road.

The donkey walked slowly on all four legs, and the people in the car were about to fall asleep happily.

As soon as the things were cleaned up here, the chatter in the courtyard sounded again.

The third master watched bags and baskets of things move in, although it was just some mountain goods, but his heart was always in a panic.

It would have been nice to give him some of that.

"For the New Year, you have to say hello when you meet."

Seeing Yang Xiaotao pick up the yard at the door of his house, Yan Fugui rolled his eyes and hurriedly ran home.

"Daddy, what are you looking for?"

The three mothers hugged Yan Jiedi, it was too cold in the past two days, and the coal in the furnace had not been broken, but the little daughter was a little afraid of freezing, and she cried when no one was around, and she couldn't put it down at all.

"I'm looking for Spring Festival couplets."

Yan Fugui pulled the desk and asked.

"I remember writing two more, where did you put them?"

The three mothers remembered, "What else do you say, didn't you say that it is the same every year, no one will use it after the New Year, this is not yesterday for the stove!" ”

"Oops, you scumbag."

Yan Fugui patted the table and shouted, "Don't you know how to use things?" What can I do if I stay? ”

The three mothers didn't say much, and walked aside with their daughters in their arms.

Yan Fugui couldn't help it, so he hurriedly shouted to Yan Jiefang and Yan Jiekuang, who were playing in the courtyard, "Liberation, hurry home!" ”

Yan Jiefang, who was playing with his younger brother to build a snowman, couldn't continue, and ran back to the house.

"Hurry up and get it."

Yan Fugui had already laid out the red paper, and the pen and ink were ready, just waiting for Yan Jiefang to support him.

"Dad, it's over the New Year, why are you writing this?"

"What? Hmph, of course it's useful. ”

Yan Fugui replied, and after a little thought, he began to wave his pen and write, Yan Jiefang on the side held the couplet, and Yan Jiekuang also ran in, consciously picking up the pu fan and drying it.

After a while, Yan Fugui looked at his masterpiece and nodded with satisfaction.

(End of chapter)