Cold comes and summer, spring goes and autumn comes.

Busy days always make people feel the pace of time.

Winter has passed, and the breath of spring has not yet come to savor, and the fragrance of flowers and birds in the field has gone away.

Then, the joy of the harvest once again surged into everyone's hearts.

Yang Xiaotao wore a hat, stood up and moved his waistbone, the sickle in his hand was set aside, and behind him was a row of cut corn stalks.

"Take a break and drink water."

Not far away, a girl walked over with an iron bucket and a wooden scoop in her hand, and after stopping, she scooped water and handed it to Yang Xiaotao.

"Thank you, second sister!"

Yang Xiaotao thanked him, and then took the wooden scoop and drank a few sips.

Seeing Yang Xiaotao drinking water, the girl in front of her looked intently, with an inexplicable light in her eyes.

The girl's name is Yang Hongbing, she is Yang Dazhuang's niece, the second oldest in the family, and Yang Xiaotao's peers are one year older than him, so Yang Xiaotao calls her second sister.

"You city dweller, you don't have a bad job."

"Uncle, they're all left behind by you, it's really good."

Yang Hongbing is not very good at complimenting people, but his words are sincere.

Yang Xiaotao listened, looked back at the person behind him, and grinned.

Yang Dazhuang, who was ten meters away, saw it and hurriedly lowered his head to work.

What could he not know about his niece?

It's Mrs. Yang, and the people in Yangjia Village can see it, of course, he also hopes that the two can come together.

But from now on, there is no friction between the two of them to spark, this may come together a little, small!

Hearing his niece compare himself, Yang Dazhuang was also tired.

It's really not as good as Yang Xiaotao.

He has recognized the difference in strength, but the difference in physical strength makes his face, a farmer who has worked for half his life, a little unbearable.

As for the men in the other villages, they also bowed their heads to work, and that action was definitely stimulated.

"What's wrong with the people in the city, the people in the city have to work to earn food."

"We are the same as you, we all live with our own hands, no pain, no harvest!"

Yang Xiaotao said with emotion that in his heart, the work in the city looks decent, but the labor intensity is no worse than that in the countryside.

"It makes sense."

Yang Xiaotao didn't care when he heard this, lowered his head and continued to work.

When Yang Hongbing saw it, he didn't say much, and took the bucket to the other side.

He came back this time, mainly because of Yang Shishi's invitation.

During the Chinese New Year last year, Yang Shi's family found out that she was pregnant, and she gave birth to a big fat boy this year, and then came back to drink full moon wine.

As an uncle, Yang Xiaotao was not polite, and took a red envelope of ten yuan, which made the people in the village sigh with emotion.

These days, it's not easy to make money.

With these ten yuan, Yang Shishi's family will be much easier.

Of course, ten yuan is not much for Yang Xiaotao now, but he doesn't need to give too much.

It's all in the same village, who is not related to whom?

This time I came to Yang Shishi's house, and next time someone looks for it, can I still get less?

Not suffering from the few but suffering from the uneven, this is the human heart.

At noon, the big guy sat on the ground in the field, and one person carried a large bowl with noodles in it.

Compared with the Chinese New Year the year before, this food has simply turned up a notch.

The surrounding men all buried their heads in eating, and a few of them ran to fish for noodles after eating and continued to eat.

Yang Dazhuang and Yang Xiaotao sat together, looking at a piece of fat in the bowl, their eyes were full of satisfaction.

They knew that it only took two years for the village to make such a change, thanks to the young people in front of them.

Without his Yang Village No. 1, it would be good if the village didn't say that it was full and that people didn't starve to death.

Speaking of Yangcun No. 1, this is the name given by the surrounding villages.

Since Ding Fatzi knew about the corn, although the people above didn't take it seriously, he was concerned.

not only found Mrs. Yang, but also took the time to go to Sijiu City and specifically found Yang Xiaotao.

Of course, Yang Xiaotao's hospitality also made his trip worthwhile.

Regarding the matter of hybrids, Yang Xiaotao also explained to him the situation, under the existing conditions, large-scale breeding cannot be done, unless a piece of land is taken out, and then there are enough people to help, and these people have to be trained, which is not a short time, and the consumption of manpower and financial resources is not a small amount.

Even Ding Fat didn't dare to guarantee it.

After a conversation between the two, they finally settled on the rules.

It was Yang Xiaotao who promised to provide seeds as much as possible, and then let Yangjiazhuang be in charge of management, and Ding Fatzi contacted other villages.

Under the tandem of Ding Fatzi, four or five villages around tasted the sweetness of high-yield corn last year.

It's just that there are not many of these grain varieties, and there are forty or fifty acres in one village, which is still evenly distributed by Yangjiazhuang.

Even so, the extra production eased the pressure on food.

And with the cultivation of hybrids, those old people who have worked with the land all their lives give pertinent advice.

That is to rotate the land and feed the fertility of the animals, so that they can live a higher yield.

Yang Xiaotao also knows that knowledge only stays in textbooks, and things in the field are not as good as those of children in the village.

For this kind of opinion, Yang Xiaotao humbly accepted it.

As a result, last year, Yangjiazhuang took the lead in making a change, giving up planting spring corn and planting other crops, of which winter wheat is the main grain crop.

After the wheat harvest, most of the land in the village was planted with corn.

With the support of the ploughing cattle, Yangjiazhuang cultivated deeply, and the men and women of the village went into battle together, coupled with Yang Xiaotao's efforts for half a year, the village directly planted 500 acres of corn.

And now, it's harvest season.

A few people were eating, laughter kept coming from the crowd, just two years of change, there is no longer the same sorrow as before, now, the people of the village see hope.

At this moment, a shout suddenly came from a distance, and gradually the sound became louder, Yang Dazhuang got up to check, and came back after a while, with a brighter smile on his face.

"Seven hundred!"

Yang Dazhuang gestured with his hands, and several people around him also stood up when they heard it.

"Just now, the master calculated a few times, this year's yield per mu is one and a half times more than last year, and it is at least seven hundred catties!"

Yang Dazhuang said, and he couldn't believe it in his heart.

Six hundred catties is already amazing, but I didn't expect it to increase.

Really, it's a magical corn.

Several people laughed and looked at Yang Xiaotao with even more reverence.

Invisibly, Yang Xiaotao's status in the village has improved again, and now he is no worse than Yang Dazhuang, the village chief and captain.

Just when a few people were laughing, Ding Fat Man came from outside. Although I heard about the yield of 700 catties per mu, there was a smile on my face, but no matter how I looked at it, it was a bit far-fetched.

Ding Fatzi walked over, and Yang Dazhuang found that something was wrong, so he asked.

Ding Fatzi pressed the fire and told the story.

At the beginning, Yang Xiaotao warned that the seeds of this corn cannot be used as grain seeds, nor can they not grow, but after planting, the yield will be reduced.

At first, Ding Fatzi didn't believe it, but under the reprimand of Yang Dazhuang, the grandfather of Yang, he also admitted it, and issued a notice to several surrounding planting villages not to knowingly commit it.

However, this is not as simple as it should be said.

No, the first one to cross the thunder pool came out.

After the occurrence of Yangjiazhuang's high-yield corn, several surrounding villages were stained up, and several village chiefs went to Yangjiazhuang to ask for seeds.

Of course, no matter how selfless Mrs. Yang is, this kind of son is not given for free, and he will fight against rice, and he will not suffer from widowhood but unevenness, and a bad distribution is something that offends people.

Therefore, some things are still good for normal trading, and every village is the same, and a bowl of water can be leveled.

Of course, Mrs. Yang didn't want much, which was twice the weight of the seeds.

A few villages have no opinion on this, and even feel grateful to Yangjiazhuang, after all, that bit of grain is nothing compared to high-yield corn.

But this matter is difficult for Qinjia Village.

In the final analysis, it is Yang Xiaotao's sake.

At the beginning, Yang Xiaotao's object of marriage, Qin Huairu, the village chief of Qinjia Village was their uncle.

The Yang family can fall in love with Qin Huairu, and it is also related to the village chiefs of the two villages, when Yang's father asked Yang Dazhuang to find a daughter-in-law for Yang Xiaotao, Yang Dazhuang found Qin Huairu's uncle, and this is why Qin Huairu entered Sijiu City.

As for why he didn't get married, it was Yang Xiaotao's predecessor who hoped that Yang's father would get better and hold a wedding.

But in fact, after Qin Huairu entered the city, he saw Father Yang like this, and he had seen more in the courtyard, so he had other thoughts in his heart.

So much so that the Jia family came to Qinjia Village to ask for Qin Huairu, although Qin's father objected, but as the village head, the uncle of the Qin family, after comprehensive consideration, it was obvious that the Jia family had a better status in Sijiu City, and there was an eighth-level worker behind him, so he agreed to this family business.

At that time, Qinjia Village could never have imagined that there would be such a day.

I didn't pay attention to it.

In these years, the honor of the village is about everyone, and everyone will affect the honor of the village.

If Yang Xiaotao and everyone have nothing to do, Yangjiazhuang will not turn his face for him and Qinjiacun, after all, the two Zhuangzi still have in-laws.

But now Yang Xiaotao's ability can be seen by anyone in Yangjiazhuang, this is a golden dragon flying out of the mountain nest.

Who doesn't want to get bare-skinned?

Now the benefits of getting corn are not.

As a result, under the benefits of high-yield corn, there is less and less movement between the two Zhuangzi.

Until now, that is, there are still some contacts between in-laws, and other times they are the kind of people who meet and say a few words, or don't speak.

Nowadays, Yangjiazhuang's life is getting better and better, and the surrounding villages are also leaning in, and their Qinjia Village naturally doesn't want to get out of this circle.

But in this relationship, they want to come to the door to ask for it, that is, to stick their faces over and be dumped.

This kind of thing related to the honor of the village, the people of Qinjia Village are naturally unwilling to do it, but for the sake of the village's food, they have to find a way.

Qinjia Village is located in the downstream of Gaojiazhuang, the two villages are close to each other, and many families intermarry each other, and the relationship is also close.

No, they couldn't get seeds from Qinjiazhuang, so they could only think of other ways.

An old cropper suggested to the village chief that the corn should be kept for himself in the past year, and what it will look like will grow if it is planted.

The people around also understand what it means, it is nothing more than to get some big corn seeds and plant the land.

If they want to talk about this, they also inquired, saying that this kind of high-yielding corn kernels cannot be used as seeds.

No one explained why, and no one cared.

It's just that what Yangjiazhuang says, they will do.

In my heart, I just want to follow the path of Yangjiazhuang and collect more food.

But this kind of thing can't stand up to pondering.

As soon as the people of Qinjia Village discussed it, they felt that this matter was strange.

Many people who have been planting for half their lives feel that they have never heard of corn kernels that cannot be used as grain for so many years.

Some people even suspect that in order to maintain benefits, Yangjiazhuang deliberately released the wind in order to prevent other villages from planting high-yield corn and surpassing theirs.

As soon as this idea came out, many people felt that it made sense.

Even the village chief thinks so.

So, this year, they got some corn seeds from Gaojiazhuang, and regardless of the persuasion of Wang Xuyang and others, they planted them directly.

After Ding Fatzi got the news, it was too late, so he could only be a dead horse as a live horse doctor, hoping not to be like Yang Xiaotao said, otherwise, this year's food in Qinjia Village will be over!

As a result, after staying in Qinjia Village all morning today, my heart was half cold after seeing those corn cobs.

The corn cob is not small, but it is too thin.

This shows that the corn kernels inside are not big, open one, there are only sparse corn particles in it, and then wait for a long time, Ding Fat Man can no longer stand it.

Not only did he not stand it anymore, but the people of the entire Qinjia Village looked at the large patches of corn with reduced yields, with bitter gourd faces, and some women sat on the ground and cried.

Ding Fatzi yelled at the village chief of Qinjia Village for a while, and then came to Yangjiazhuang angrily, ready to think of a way.

"I see, if you can have 200 catties of one acre of land, God will reward you."

After Ding Fatzi finished speaking, the people in Yangjiazhuang around him were also relieved when they heard it.

If it weren't for Yang Xiaotao and Mrs. Yang's firmness, they wouldn't have said it would have been like this.

Now that people from Qinjia Village are coming to Lei, they are even more convinced of what Yang Xiaotao said.

"These eight lambs, let them make their own decisions, they really deserve it!"

Yang Shishi on the side immediately jumped up when he heard this, and a few others were also teasing.

Yang Xiaotao was speechless when he heard it.

"Good words are hard to persuade damn ghosts, this Qinjia Village is its own head, you have to try the south wall."

When the people heard this, they also agreed.

Only Yang Dazhuang didn't speak on the side, but his eyes were full of joy.

Yang Xiaotao was repented of his marriage, although he never mentioned it, but in the hearts of everyone in Yangjiazhuang, he was slapped in the face.

Of course, he also knew what Ding Fatzi was doing, which was nothing more than lending grain to Qinjia Village.

They had to extend this helping hand, not because of how great he was, but because the hatred between the two sides did not reach that point.

What's more, with Mrs. Yang's character, he will definitely agree.

It's just that when sending food, naturally you can't be angry with those who are angry, you have to say what you should say, and you have to be angry when you should be angry.

At this point, Qinjia Village can only bear it.

Ding Fatzi saw Yang Dazhuang's expression and understood that the other party had agreed, this kind of tacit thing is not suitable to say here, so he can only wait for it to be summed up in private.

Of course, the people of Qinjia Village had to be present.

In the afternoon, after cleaning up the cornfield, everyone went home and prepared to eat.

After Yang Xiaotao finished eating, he called Yang Dazhuang and Yang Shishi to their home.

He had another thing to discuss with the two of them this time.

Sorry for keeping you waiting! Punish yourself with three drinks tonight!

(End of chapter)