"How bold a man is, how fruitful is the land!"

The two-meter-high courtyard wall is painted with lime on the outside of a few large characters, even if you can't read, you can memorize it when you see a lot.

Yang Dazhuang led the grain transport team in the village to the grain station in the town, looked at the soldiers with loaded guns at the door, and thought about his rhetoric for a while.

This time, they want to report this good thing, not only to support the country, but also to have a little selfishness, so that they can show their faces in this village.

When the war was fighting, when it came to the people of their Yangjiazhuang, there was no one around who did not stretch out their fingers and be convinced.

But after the battle, everyone threw down their guns and picked up hoes, and their village gradually became ordinary.

The older generation is more open-minded.

But those strong men who have not yet come out of glory, who does not argue in their hearts?

Today, he's here to fight for breath.

Thinking of the next few villages, when they saw the grain they handed in, they would probably be shocked to drop their jaws.

Thinking of this, Yang Dazhuang smiled.

Not far away, the leaders of several villages in Qinjiazhuang gathered together and talked about the strangeness of Yangjiazhuang.

"Lao Qu, look at that poplar stake, it's not normal to laugh."

The man in Qinjia Village was a little lean, his eyes were good, and he looked at Yang Dazhuang and smiled as if he thought of something bad, and his body subconsciously shuddered.

"What's abnormal, this is Yang Dazhuang's style."

The man of the Qu family shook his sour arm, and his eyes were a little solemn.

He already knew the situation of the Yang family, and the food sent was more than that of their village.

What is the situation in Yangjiazhuang, who around does not know?

It was a poor village that had borrowed national grain for several years in a row, but this time he handed over so much grain, which couldn't help but make him admire it in his heart.

"Yangjiazhuang's are all old revolutionaries."

Mu Ran's emotion, the thin man beside him listened, a little embarrassed, and turned back to his own team.

The Qu family didn't say much, but he had already made up his mind in his heart that next time, even if the whole village saved a little, he would have to pay more food.

To support national construction, he must not lag behind.

Yang Dazhuang didn't know that someone had misunderstood, it was still early for their village to hand over grain, and there were two villages in front of him.

Then he beckoned them to eat something.

A stack of flatbread was taken out of the baggage, and someone took out a small bottle from his pocket, red, orange and oily.

A few people took chopsticks and smeared them on the cake, and some people took out green onions, and the big cake was rolled up and gnawed on the grain truck.

People from several surrounding villages watched from afar, trying to inhale.

Just when everyone watched the people in Yangjiazhuang eat with envy, the Qu family man in the grain station led his subordinates to weigh it.

"Stationmaster Ding!"

The man of the Qu family took out a cigarette and handed it to a short and fat middle-aged man, who was the stationmaster of this grain station.

Nickname, Ding Fatty.

Ding Fatzi took the cigarette and didn't light it and pinned it directly to his ear, "Xiaoqu, there is not a lot of food in your village!" ”

Holding a notebook in his hand, the amount of money to be paid by each village is recorded on it, which has increased a lot compared to before.

"Stationmaster Ding, this is not waiting for the autumn harvest."

"You just know, and also, now that the country needs to be built, we farmers have to play a more important role, as long as the people's hearts go up, the things in the field will not grow more?"

"The great man is right when he says, how bold man is, how fruitful is the earth. Qujia Soohu Village has always been one of the best villages in our area, so we have to play a leading role. ”

Ding Fatzi said with emotion that recently, his boss has also held a small meeting every three days and a general meeting every five days, in order to collect more food and concentrate on big things.

"Yes, yes."

"I'm really lagging behind in this regard, and my consciousness is indeed not as good as Captain Yang."

"Yang Dazhuang? This guy is coming? Why didn't you come in? ”

Ding Fatzi smiled with a pair of small eyes, and raised his feet to look out.

"I guess I'm still waiting!"

"Well, this guy is usually in a hurry, why did he calm down this year?"

"Yangjiazhuang is bleeding this time!"

The man of the Qu family sighed, and Ding Fatzi asked in surprise, "What do you mean?" ”

Then the man saw it and said it again, and Ding Fatzi fell silent after hearing it.

It took a long time before he exhaled a breath of turbidity, "This must be what Mrs. Yang meant." ”

The Qu family man nodded vigorously.

The warehouse of the grain station was quickly filled, and when Yang Dazhuang led the team into the grain station, Ding Fatzi had already led people to wait at the door of the warehouse.

"Lao Ding, you have a fortune!"

Yang Dazhuang took out a cigarette and said with a smile.

Ding Fatzi looked at the grain cart behind him, and after seeing a lot, he could recognize the amount handed over this time at a glance.

"Da Zhuang, you gave a lot this time!"

Yang Dazhuang smiled, waved his hand and asked everyone to weigh the grain, "Lao Ding, let's talk inside." ”

The two turned around and came to the office of the grain station, and Lao Ding's face sank.

"Is the grandfather okay?"

"Okay, eat steamed buns for a meal, it's okay."

"Hmm!"

"By the way, this time we are here, not only to pay the grain, but also to make up for the arrears of the past year."

Yang Dazhuang took out his notebook and prepared to talk about it carefully.

Lao Ding lit a cigarette and said slowly, "Da Zhuang, you don't have a long life?" ”

"I know you have your heart set for the country, but you still need to take care of yourself!"

"You can't eat enough, how can you have the strength to farm? Who has the strength to build a country? ”

Yang Dazhuang was stunned for a while.

What did I say?

What did I do?

"No, Lao Ding, you listen to me."

"There is an offspring in our village, and he has made a high-yield corn, this time I~"

"Alright, alright!"

Before he could finish speaking, Lao Ding interrupted him, "I understand what you think, don't talk about what you have." ”

After speaking, he patted Yang Dazhuang, who was holding the notebook.

"Everyone is a mirror in their hearts, who doesn't know what is going on in your village?"

Lao Ding also sighed with some emotion, "In those years, you led the revolution and fought devils, and that time you were all at the forefront. Over the years, your village has not let go until the end. ”

"People borrow 1,000, and you borrow 200, which is saved by every household tightening their belts."

Lao Ding's eyes were moist, "This time you take the lead, my Lao Ding is happy and understands." ”

"But only this time, next time, take care of the people in the village for me, don't do it again!"

After Lao Ding finished speaking, he pushed the door and left, he was afraid that tears would fall if he continued to speak.

Yang Dazhuang waited for Lao Ding to leave before he reacted, "Hey, no, it's not like that." ”

He turned around and ran out.

Outside, the people in Yangjiazhuang cooperated with the staff and poured the grain into a special large sack.

Bags of corn were poured into it, and someone pulled the hemp rope with an iron needle to quickly sew the opening.

At this moment, everyone watched Yang Dazhuang follow behind Stationmaster Ding and try to talk, but Stationmaster Ding didn't look at him at all, the two ran to the edge of the warehouse one after the other, watching the warehouse inspector insert a polished and shiny bamboo stick into it, and when he pulled it out, the corn at the moment of the bamboo was exposed in front of people.

The warehouse inspector pulled it with his hands, and there was no sand and stones, and the corn was all dry corn.

Nod and stamp the bag.

Lao Ding leaned over to take a look, nodded and commanded his subordinates, "Hurry up and put it in storage!" ”

Soon, bags of grain were stacked and weighed, and the recorder wrote down the numbers on the blackboard, and the accountant next to him added them little by little.

The whole process was transparent and open, and several other villages watched from the sidelines.

"Okay, I know what you're saying."

"This is the receipt for you to make up the food arrears, this is the money to buy surplus food, take it all, hurry up and take a walk!"

Lao Ding looked at Yang Dazhuang who was explaining on the side, and didn't want to pay attention to him in his heart, "It's just this once, you are not allowed to do it next time!" ”

Yang Dazhuang was speechless, what he said was the truth.

Before coming, Mrs. Yang explained it clearly, and he had to explain this matter clearly.

However, he made it clear, but people didn't believe it.

That's it.

I had no choice but to take the money and go back to the village with everyone.

"Captain, how much?"

"Captain, is there enough to buy a cow this time?"

A group of people asked on the road, the joy of the harvest, plus the completion of the task, everyone was in a good mood.

"Hey, how much do you guess?"

Yang Dazhuang doesn't care about the seed grain, just let the master get an idea later.

"How could we have guessed, three thousand wood?"

"Three thousand, I think it should be four thousand!"

"How can there be so many, this year's harvest is cheaper, it would be good to have two thousand."

Everyone said one sentence to another, Yang Dazhuang listened, but did not speak.

He had 2,142 yuan and 5 cents in his pocket of clothes, which was cheaper than what he sold last year.

Back in Yangjiazhuang, Yang Dazhuang explained the situation to Mrs. Yang.

After listening, Mrs. Yang was silent.

He didn't experience it himself, and he didn't believe it.

"Forget it, I'll talk about it when the autumn harvest comes, believe it, and if you don't believe it, we'll do it ourselves."

"Good. By the way, this is the money from the sale of surplus grain, wheat and corn, both of which are three points lower than before. ”

Mrs. Yang didn't say anything else when he heard this, "The matter of buying cattle is being dragged on." ”

"Okay, by the way, you can go to the city in two days and talk to Xiao Tao."

"I can't walk on this leg."

……

On the weekend, Yang Xiaotao was cleaning up corn in the yard, and now that the sun is shining, it is time to ripen the corn.

There are already 100 catties of seeds in the storage space, and these are all recent harvests.

Nowadays, with Xiaowei's efforts, the difficulty of breeding is getting lower and lower, and more and more nature is harvested.

Getting up from the cornfield, Yang Xiaotao came to the water tank and fished out a large watermelon from the wooden bucket on the side.

Ten pounds weighed, mottled with blue lines, and his fingers knocked involuntarily.

"The voice is dull, and it deserves to be produced by the system."

Yang Xiaotao shook off the water on the watermelon and shouted to Wangcai lying on his stomach at the door, "Call someone to go." ”

Wangcai reluctantly got up and ran to Uncle Chen's house.

After a while, Uncle Chen walked to Yang Xiaotao's house with a pu fan, "Where did you get this watermelon?" ”

"I bought it at the vegetable market."

Yang Xiaotao snorted, picked up the kitchen knife casually, and prepared to cut it in half.

But he heard a sound of footsteps at the door, and looked up to see that it was Yang Dazhuang and Yang Shishi.

It's just that both of them are carrying a big bag.

"Uncle Zhuang, Brother Shi."

"Why are you two here?"

Yang Xiaotao hurriedly put down the knife and stepped forward to grab the bag on the back of the two people, looking relaxed.

For Yang Xiaotao's perverted strength, the two of them are not surprised.

"If you don't collect the grain, the village will send you some."

Yang Dazhuang said, at this time, many people in the yard came over, and Qin Huairu, who was washing diapers on the edge of the pool, immediately got up and walked to the house.

Halfway through, when I heard that it was food, my eyes immediately widened in disbelief.

These days, doesn't it mean that people in the countryside can't get enough to eat?

How can there be food to give away?

She came from the countryside, so she didn't know the situation in the village?

Even they are the same in Qinjia Village, they are tired of being pigs and dogs all year round, and they can't eat enough for a month or two, barely living.

Hearing this, looking at the look on her mother-in-law's face, Qin Huairu chuckled in her heart and quickly ran home.

Jia Zhang's hugged Xiaodang and was stunned, but he didn't care about the stick terrier falling down and crying.

"So much? I can't finish it alone, so I'll take it back when you leave. ”

Yang Xiaotao looked at a bag of white noodles and a bag of stick noodles, each bag containing dozens of catties.

There was another burst of ridicule in the courtyard, and Jia Zhang's eyes were even more prominent, and he couldn't wait to step forward and shout, he didn't want it, I want it!

"Then what's the matter, everyone in the village has a share, this ration is yours, you have to accept it."

When Yang Dazhuang came for the first time, he only heard about the things in the hospital, and he didn't pay attention to them.

Speaking directly with a straight heart, Jia Zhang immediately ran back to the house when he heard it.

After a while, Jia Zhang's questioning voice came from the Jia family, as well as Qin Huairu's explanation.

Chapter 174 is under review

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