Soon, Yang Dazhuang, Yang Shishi and Ding Fatzi, who didn't catch up with the meal, got together and started eating.

Ding Fat looked at the hot sauce on the table, and the duck egg yolk that was cut into oil, and the tortillas in his hand became even sweeter.

"Stone, tell me about Yang Xiaotao!"

Yang Dazhuang left after eating, and he was about to hand over the surplus grain, Yang Shi on the side was licking the duck egg skin, and Ding Fatzi took the opportunity to ask.

Yang Shishi listened, and when he talked about Yang Xiaotao, he admired it from the bottom of his heart.

gave a thumbs up immediately, "Fat uncle, speaking of Xiao Tao, that's the case in our village." ”

Look proud.

Then he praised Yang Xiaotao's corn making again, and added a sentence at the end.

"Xiao Tao is still a worker in the rolling mill in the city?"

The dough cake in Fat Ding's hand was slowly put down, and his eyes lit up.

He had already thought about the benefits of being an inventor if the high-yield corn thing was promoted.

Now when I heard that it was a worker in the city, I had an idea in my heart.

"Stone, uncle asks you something."

Yang Shi looked up at him, and Ding Fat approached and whispered.

"Does this Yang Xiaotao have a target?"

Who knows, after saying that, Yang Shi jumped up and ran outside.

"Hey, what are you doing, don't run..."

Ding Fat Man was taken aback, and then scolded in his mouth.

"Little bunny!"

But he knew in his heart that this guy must have been explained by Mrs. Yang, and the things he thought about were three points lighter.

After eating, Ding Fatzi left with his subordinates in a hurry, and everyone in Yangjiazhuang also began to pack up the grain in accordance with the regulations, ready to hand over the surplus grain.

Ding Fat Man returns to the grain. Stand, just say a few words to the deputy, and then work in the office.

He knew that if he went to tell the director like this, he would definitely not understand.

Fortunately, he has a notebook in his hand, and the data on it is just right to use.

So, after burying his head for more than an hour, Ding Fatzi finally came up with a 500-word article, although the volume was deleted, deleted, and carnated, and it was brackets and carets, but the content was realistic.

Then he called for food. The one with the best handwriting in the station copied it again, and then I was satisfied with the rest.

The next day, before dawn, the fat man got up, got dressed, took a nest head, and went out with the written report in his arms.

"Director, Ding Deliang is here, saying that he is looking for you in an emergency."

In the spacious office, in front of the long reception table, a middle-aged man from the Mediterranean held a wolf's hair in his right hand, with a serious expression, as if he was brewing something.

At this time, the secretary knocked on the door and walked in, and said respectfully to the middle-aged man.

A trace of displeasure flashed on the middle-aged man's face, he finally found some inspiration, and he was about to write hard, and he was very unhappy when someone came at this time.

But when he heard the name of the person who came, he still put down the wolf and put down the sleeves that had been rolled up.

"Let him in."

"Yes."

Soon, the director sat back at his desk, with a few newspapers in front of him, and read them leisurely.

"Director Huo! Busy? ”

The voice of the fat man came from the door, and the smile on his face looked extraordinarily close.

But Director Huo looked at it, but he didn't look at it, put down the newspaper in his hand, and pointed to the stool in front of him.

Ding Fat Man immediately walked over and sat down.

"You're not watching from below, why are you running to me? If something happens, I'll settle the score. ”

"Director, this is a big deal, a great thing."

After Ding Fatzi finished speaking, he took out the report in his arms and handed it to Director Huo's desk with both hands.

Director Huo didn't look at it, raised his head and put his hands together, "Don't do something vain, what's the matter, hurry up and say, I'm busy all day." ”

Seeing this, Fat Ding sat on the stool with a smile.

Then gather your thoughts and start talking.

Two minutes later, Director Huo interrupted Ding Fatzi with an impatient expression.

Ding Fatzi opened his mouth, this hasn't reached the key yet, why don't you let it go?

"Director, I..."

"Okay, why do I think it's a big deal?"

Director Huo waved his hand and threw the newspaper in front of him forward.

"Look, come and see."

"Which one of these reports is not a big deal?"

"Which one is worse than you say? You see this, three kinds of fruits grow on one tree, and the out-of-season planting technique is realized. Is this weight important? ”

"And this, twenty catties of potatoes, this has to be planted, so you don't know what kind of harvest it will be?"

When Fat Ding heard this, he was anxious.

"No, Director, don't you know I don't know?"

"What kind of out-of-season fruits, they are grafted, and the potatoes are also specially made, not to mention popularization, it is difficult to plant another one."

Bang!

Ding Fatzi eagerly violated Director Huo's taboo.

This Director Huo is most annoying for others to say that he doesn't understand things in the field.

slapped on the table, scared the fat man to sit down, and his body was attached to the back of the chair.

"Ding Deliang, pay attention to the attitude you speak."

"That's how you report to your superiors? Do you still have respect in your eyes? I don't know as well as you as a director? Can you still do things? ”

Ding Fat opened his mouth wide, his face full of grievances.

He's telling the truth.

"Get out, go back and show me the grain station!"

Director Huo pointed to the door, but Ding Fatzi didn't dare to say more, got up and left slowly.

"Wait!"

Without waiting for Fat Ding to turn around, Director Huo picked up the newspaper again.

"Take this thing back, and work with peace of mind in the future. Don't engage in these vain things, your sincerity is to serve the people. ”

"Let's go back."

Ding Fatzi took a deep breath, walked over to pick up the report, turned around and left.

He's seen it.

Watching Fat Ding leave, Director Huo's unhappiness slowly disappeared.

Get up and go to the long table, groan slightly, pick up the wolf hair stained with ink, and brush it twice.

A pair of iron paintings and silver hooks are completed, and I am satisfied.

"Not bad! Seek truth from facts! ”

Director Huo looked at his masterpiece and sighed again and again.

"Xiao Liu, come."

"Frame your writing and hang it here."

……

Ding Fatzi touched the report in his arms and looked back at the office building, his face full of helplessness.

He didn't dare to pull the director over like Yang Dazhuang.

And he felt that even if he pulled it away, with the attitude of the director, he would not pay attention to it.

After all, there are too many exaggerated things these years.

"Forget it, let's go back and talk about it."

At noon, Ding Fatzi returned to the grain station.

At this time, Yang Dazhuang led the villagers to bring more surplus grain than last time.

The village left enough rations, and then lent Gaojiazhuang 2,000 catties, and the rest was brought in.

"Stationmaster Ding, what's going on?"

Yang Dazhuang saw it and hurriedly asked.

In front of the people, Ding Fat pulled Yang Dazhuang into the room and whispered the matter.

Yang Dazhuang heard this, and his face was angry.

Why don't they believe?

If Yang Xiaotao's technology had been adopted earlier, how much more grain would have been produced in the countryside in the future.

Yang Dazhuang couldn't figure it out, but he didn't have a seizure.

After all, I had heard about these things when I met Yang Xiaotao last time.

Isn't the material he reported also being ignored?

Otherwise, the master would not have made such a decision.

"You go back and talk to the master, and I will take this matter to heart."

"Since it doesn't work once, I'll run two more times, this kind of thing that benefits the country and the people can't just be buried!"

Ding Fatzi made up his mind that he must get this thing done.

Yang Dazhuang nodded, and then continued to hand over the grain.

This time, after Yangjiazhuang paid the public grain, the remaining surplus grain was sold.

There is no change in the price, but the advantage in quantity directly exceeds 5,000 yuan.

With a thick stack of money tickets, Ren Yang Dazhuang was prepared, and he trembled a little when he took the money.

However, he quickly reacted.

When I came, I discussed with the village about the use of this money.

In the afternoon, the people of Yangjiazhuang went home one after another, and only Yang Dazhuang led a dozen or so people to the pasture outside Sijiu City.

By the time they returned, there was an extra adult ox and two calves.

Along the way, many people in the village saw it, and they were all curious and envious.

A cow is an important asset in the village, and he is inseparable from farming.

In these years, to measure the wealth of a village, the labor of cattle and horses is an important criterion.

Look at the two calves, as long as they are left for a year or two, they can grow, and they are one male and one female, and they can have another one after two years.

In the future, Yangjiazhuang's life will only get better and better.

Back in the village, Yang Dazhuang arranged for the cattle to be raised, and then came to Mrs. Yang's house and told Ding Fatzi about it.

When Mrs. Yang heard this, he just smoked in silence, and only said after a long time, "Okay, this matter will be like this for the time being." ”

Yang Dazhuang nodded and left.

Mrs. Yang watched the setting sun and continued to be silent.

Yang Xiaotao didn't know what happened in Yangjiazhuang, he just went to work step by step, got off work, read books, ate and slept.

In his spare time, he practiced spurting and moving his body, went fishing with Uncle Chen, and soaked in the library on weekends.

He found that in the library, he could better enter the state of reading, even if it was a book he had read before, and when he read it again, he would have unexpected gains.

As for the matter of hybrid corn, he has already seen it, as long as he can help Yangjiazhuang.

The reason why he has this mentality is not that Yang Xiaotao is small-minded, but that in this era, there are too many "magical" existences like hybrid corn.

The newspapers advertised, the big-character posters on the walls, and the banners hung out were endless.

Compared with the existence of those with a yield of 30,000 or 40,000 per mu, this output will not attract attention at all.

Therefore, Yang Xiaotao can only wait, when this wind passes, and when the sand blows away, the gold will radiate its original light.

is different from Mrs. Yang's helplessness, Yang Xiaotao's Buddhism, but Ding Fatzi, who learned about Yangjiazhuang's situation, did not let go.

It's just that Ding Fat Man can see it clearly, and now the atmosphere is like this, and it is useless to blindly talk about it.

He needs to prove it in practice.

And the best proof of this is to get more villages to grow this kind of corn, so as to get more food.

Only in this way will the above have to pay attention.

In this regard, he was sure to persuade Mrs. Yang to give up part of the grain to other villages.

It's just that I heard that the yield of this kind of seed is not much, and it is not easy to satisfy one village.

He had to talk about it and see if he could think of a way to expand breeding.

(End of chapter)