"The August autumn wind roars, roll up the triple thatch on my house!"

Standing in front of the window, Yang Xiaotao looked at the whirling grass clippings outside the house, the whistling sound in his ears, and the poem of the poet who worried about the country and the people sounded in his mind.

Putting down the book, Yang Xiaotao looked into the distance.

There, is the direction of Yangjiazhuang.

At the end of August, it is the critical period for corn to grow and mature, and there is a strong wind at this time, which will reduce the yield.

Yang Xiaotao knows that it is useless to worry now, and can only hope that the hybrid corn can survive this test.

Yangjiazhuang, Nanshan.

A figure stood on the ground with a cloak and a stick.

The dirt was blown away at his feet, but the old man in front of him was motionless.

"Master, go back!"

Yang Shishi next to him ran over against the wind and shouted loudly, but he was blown away by the wind for eight points, and the remaining two points didn't know if he could hear them.

Mrs. Yang ignored it, staring at the cornfield in front of him motionlessly.

In this cornfield, the poles were a foot higher than those that had been planted before, and the ears were even thicker, and the cobs of bread must have been large and numerous.

At a glance, Mrs. Yang knew that this corn cob was much stronger than the one grown in the village now.

But it was this strong cut that made Mrs. Yang feel frightened.

In my memory, I went back to the scene when the wind swept through.

It was also that year that the whole village planted large corn, and it was also that year that the whole village was immersed in the joy of an imminent harvest.

However, a typhoon came down and the cornfield collapsed.

Even if you hold it up, the roots are damaged and cannot grow.

That year, every household broke a few grains of corn, and their faces were full of melancholy.

The heaviest picture in his memory made his heart palpitate more than the sword light and blood shadow in the battle.

In Mrs. Yang's cloudy eyes, he looked at the cornfield in front of him.

The wind blows, like fallen leaves, and the whole corn is pushed aside, and then it is constantly kneaded in its hands, and it keeps flying.

Yang Shishi beside him was supporting Mrs. Yang, he also knew whose land belonged to him, and he also knew some information.

It's a pity!

Yang Shishi sighed in his heart, but he still respected Yang Xiaotao.

At least in his heart, Yang Xiaotao is a person from Yangjiazhuang, and if he can think about Yangjiazhuang, he is worthy of the blood on his body.

"Master, go back!"

Yang Shishi shouted vigorously again, and Mrs. Yang nodded.

Looking at the overwhelming cornfield again, he sighed, "It's good that it's just that." ”

The two left, leaving behind corn that was constantly swaying in the wind.

It was dark, the wind had finally stopped, the air was cold, and the sky was not left with any embellishment.

Mrs. Yang sat on the bench, smoking a cigarette bag and pot, and fell into deep thought.

Under the smoke, there was a sound of running from far and near, and then the door was pushed open, and Yang Shi ran in breathlessly.

"Run, run, run, die!"

Mrs. Yang said unhappily, but Yang Shishi grabbed the scoop and scooped up the cold water from the water tank, drank two sips, and after panting, he wiped his mouth, "Master, go and see, cornfield!" ”

"What's wrong? What's going on in the field? ”

"Poured a large piece!"

"Let's go!"

Mrs. Yang hurriedly got up, and Yang Shishi took another sip of water and walked out.

As soon as I left the village, I saw many people running into the fields.

This is about the harvest of the village, and if the output is reduced, it will be difficult to produce surplus grain this year.

When they came to the field, everyone looked at the originally neat cornfield, and this and that fell to the ground, and immediately panicked, and hurriedly ran into the field to check the situation.

When the wind fell, the whole cornfield was like a dog gnawing on it.

Fortunately, there is still some corn that can hold on.

After a while, Yang Dazhuang ran over.

"Half of those who fall can be lifted up."

"The rest of the roots are broken and can only grow in place."

Yang Dazhuang judged from experience that this year's harvest was a little worse than last year's, but it would not be too much.

It's just that the surplus grain to be handed over this year is much more than last year.

Hungry for sure, I just don't know how long.

"That's good, hurry up and organize someone to help you up, while it's still dark, don't wait for tomorrow."

Mrs. Yang hurriedly urged, and Yang Dazhuang nodded and led people to work in the field.

After a while, all the people in the village who were able to move ran out, and under the guidance of the laborers of each family, went into the cornfield, straightened the fallen corn stalks, and then stepped on them with their feet.

Adults and children, men, women and children go into battle together, and everyone is like industrious ants in the cornfield at night.

When the night passed, the movable people went home, and when they were really tired, they didn't care whether it was cold or not, so they found a grassy area and lay down to sleep.

Mrs. Yang moved his arm, and his arm was marked by corn leaves, and the old man had long been used to this, and he didn't care.

Seeing that the sky was yellow, Mrs. Yang stood up and walked out.

Yang Dazhuang, who was lying on the side, squinted his eyes, and then continued to sleep.

In my heart, Mrs. Yang is going home.

However, Mrs. Yang was thinking about going to the south of the village.

In his heart, he still misses the cornfield.

The sun gradually rose, and the dew in the fields soaked the grass and trees, and then naughtily hid their figures in the sun.

Mrs. Yang walked slowly, stepping over hurdles, stepping on slippery paths, crossing the hills, and looking up.

Then, there was amazement.

The moisture on his face has not dissipated, but the wrinkles have deepened again.

Not far away, familiar cornfields.

Originally, I had the impression that the corn stalk that should have fallen was only slightly tilted, looking like a gentle slope, but it did not fall.

Mrs. Yang couldn't believe what he saw, his feet sped up, and he was not afraid of the grass slippery and falling, and ran straight into the cornfield.

Only then did he rub his eyes and stare at the scene in front of him.

"It's not broken!"

"This one isn't broken."

"No, no, no!"

"Hahaha"

As if he was going crazy, Mrs. Yang suddenly laughed, and the space around him was full of his voice.

After a while, Mrs. Yang turned around, the fatigue of his body was expelled by mental pleasure at this moment, and his steps became brisk again.

He wanted to go back and call Yang Dazhuang and a few people to take a look, so that they could all come and see this corn and believe in it.

Before noon, several figures appeared again in front of the cornfield.

Mrs. Yang in the middle was supported by Yang Shishi, the old man didn't rest all night, and he was in high spirits for a while, and now he couldn't stand it, and his eyelids began to fight.

Yang Dazhuang, who was called up next to him, no longer felt uncomfortable after coming here, and like the people around him, looking at the cornfield in front of him, he was surprised or surprised.

This is still good, a few old people who came with them have rushed into the cornfield, looked at the corn one by one, let the queen gently help up, and then tamp the soil, and the corn stood up again.

After a while, the whole cornfield was the same as before, erect and straight, and the thick cobs were inserted diagonally on the cornstalks, and many people couldn't help but touch them.

"What a stick, what a stick!"

"Look at this, my mom, I can't measure it with one hand."

Someone excitedly stretched out his palm and gestured on the corn cob.

"This is not small, and it is also a thief!"

"The particles in here are very strong."

"Look at it, such a strong wind, not a single one of them has been broken, it's amazing, it's amazing."

"yes, I just looked at it, and it's really not dead."

"God, it's God!"

Listening to the discussion of the people below, Yang Dazhuang hurriedly stopped it, and he didn't know what to say if he wanted to talk about it.

However, last night I saw the corn blown down by the wind, and I was worried about the reduction of the corn yield, and this year the village suffered from famine.

But now, not only has the yield of corn in front of me not decreased, but because of its fast size, the yield has at least doubled compared with ordinary corn.

With this kind of corn, as long as you get through this year, the village will be planted next year, and then you will never have to worry about famine again.

"Master, you can get more of this corn."

"Next year, our village will be counting on it."

Yang Dazhuang said excitedly, and the Yang Shishi people on the side were also eager in their eyes.

This is a matter of food and clothing for the whole village.

Mrs. Yang nodded, "You also know that this was made by Xiao Tao." What the specific situation is, we have to listen to him. ”

Everyone nodded when they heard this, this new thing still has to find someone who understands and asks.

"In this way, Shishi, you have something to eat, hurry up to the city, and explain this matter to Xiao Tao clearly."

Yang Dazhuang arranged it on the side, and Yang Shishi nodded and left.

This trip was not a donkey cart, and the donkey had to stay in the village to help, and he could only rely on two legs.

Yang Dazhuang looked back at the cornfield again, and then said solemnly, "Starting today, this place must be taken care of." ”

"Third uncle, let the monkey take a group of people to watch carefully."

A thin old man in the crowd nodded, "Don't worry, this is the baby of our village, who dares to make trouble and break his dog's legs!" ”

"Well, these sticks, when they are harvested, are tomorrow's seed food!"

Yang Dazhuang sighed, and the surroundings immediately laughed.

Yang Xiaotao walked out of the rolling mill with his bag on his back, and after his work was completed today, he thought about going home to get something to eat.

During this time, there was less and less oil and water in the factory, and it was difficult to find a piece of meat after a meal.

If you want to eat enough, you can only eat more steamed buns, or Erhe noodles.

Fortunately, Yang Xiaotao prepared a lot of bottles and cans, not only to eat by himself, but also to help many people by the way.

Now that it's time for dinner, there's always a bunch of people around the table.

However, his help is limited, and the people in the factory also know that no matter how rich they are, they can't afford to eat this way.

So the big guys are all in moderation, and Yang Xiaotao didn't show any outstanding performance.

After all, it also costs credits to exchange things.

Walking to the door of the courtyard, Yang Xiaotao had already thought about what to eat tonight.

I went to buy meat two days ago, but the meat was already scarce, and it was even more gone when I went late.

In line with the fact that it was not easy to make a trip, Yang Xiaotao pointed to the pork skin in the corner of the counter, and exchanged two catties of meat tickets for half a pork skin.

I don't know if it's a loss.

Anyway, the salesman looked at him like a fool.

But Yang Xiaotao knows that this pork skin is drummed, but it is delicious.

Pork skin jelly, fried pork skin, braised pork skin, and even stir-fried pork skin with celery are all delicious and delicious.

Besides, he is not short of this meat ticket, and now every month, in addition to the meat ticket issued by the factory, most of the money is also a cooking reward, so for him, it is just a change of taste.

When I returned to the yard, I saw Jia Zhang's watching his grandson at the door as usual, and the two looked at each other with disgust, and went home without speaking.

As a result, as soon as I arrived at the door, I saw a familiar figure.

(End of chapter)