Chapter 166 Magical Corn
“The high autumn wind roared in August, rolling up the triple thatch on my house!”
Standing in front of the window, Yang Xiaotao looked at the swirling grass clippings outside the house, and his ears The whistling sound coming from the side, the poem about the country and the people by the poet sage sounded in my mind.
Putting down the book, Yang Xiaotao looked into the distance.
That is the direction of Yangjiazhuang.
It’s the end of August, which is a critical period for corn growth and maturity. If there is a strong wind at this time, the yield may be reduced.
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 was standing on the ground wearing a coat and leaning on a wooden stick.
The soil was blown away around his feet, but the old man in front of him remained motionless.
"Master, go back!"
Next to him, Yang Shitou ran over against the wind and shouted loudly, but eight points were blown away by the wind, and he didn't know if he could hear the remaining two points.
But Mr. Yang remained indifferent and stared motionlessly at the cornfield in front of him.
In this corn field, the poles are one foot higher than those planted before, and the ears are even denser, and there must be many bigger and more cobs inside.
With just one glance, Mr. Yang knew that these corn cobs were much better than those currently grown in the village.
But it was this huge amount of force that frightened Mr. Yang.
In my memory, I return to the scene of the strong wind.
It was also that year that the whole village was planted with large corns. It was also that year that the whole village was immersed in the joy of the upcoming harvest.
However, a typhoon came and the cornfield collapsed.
Even if it is lifted up, the roots will be damaged and cannot grow.
That year, every household broke off a few grains of corn with melancholy expressions on their faces.
The heaviest scene in his memory made his heart palpitate more than the flash of swords and blood in the battle.
Mr. Yang looked at the cornfield in front of him in his cloudy eyes.
The wind blew by, like fallen leaves, and the whole piece of corn was pushed aside, then kneaded and kept flying in its hands.
Beside him, Yang Shitou was supporting Mr. Yang. He also knew who owned this land and knew some of the situation.
What a pity!
Yang Shitou sighed in his heart, but he still respected Yang Xiaotao.
At least in his heart, Yang Xiaotao is from Yangjiazhuang, and if he can think about Yangjiazhuang, he is worthy of the blood on his body.
"Master, go back!"
Yang Shitou shouted again, and Master Yang nodded.
Looking at the overwhelming cornfield again, he sighed, "Fortunately, it's just this."
The two left, leaving behind the corn that was constantly swaying in the wind.
The sky was dark, the wind that had been blowing all day finally stopped, the air was cold, and there was no embellishment left in the sky.
Mr. Yang was sitting on the bench, smoking a pipe and pot, lost in thought.
Under the smoke, there was a sound of running from far to near, and then the door was opened, and Yang Shitou ran in out of breath.
"Run, run, run to death!"
Mr. Yang said displeasedly, but Yang Shitou grabbed the ladle and scooped up cold water from the water tank. He drank two sips, feeling breathless. After coming over, touch your mouth, "Master, go and see the cornfield!"
"What's wrong? What's going on in the field?"
"A big piece has fallen!"
"Go!"
Mr. Yang got up in a hurry, and Yang Shitou took another sip of water and walked out.
As soon as I left the village, I saw many people running towards the fields.
This is related to the village's harvest. If the production is reduced, it will be difficult to have public surplus food this year.
When they arrived at the edge of the field, everyone looked at the originally neat cornfield. This and that piece of corn fell to the ground. They immediately panicked and hurried into the field to check the situation.
When the wind came down, the whole cornfield looked like it had been gnawed by dogs.
Fortunately, there are still some corns that can hold on.
After a while, Yang Dazhuang ran over.
“Half of those who fell can be raised up.”
“The rest have broken roots and can only grow in place.”
Yang Dazhuang based on experience Judging, this year's harvest is a little different from last year, but not too much.
However, the public surplus grain to be handed over this year is much more than last year.
I am definitely hungry, but I don’t know how long.
"That's good, quickly organize people to help him up, before it gets dark, don't wait for tomorrow."
Mr. Yang quickly urged, Yang Dazhuang nodded and led the people to work in the fields. .
After a while, all the active people in the village ran out. Under the leadership of the laborers from each family, they walked into the corn field, straightened the fallen corn stalks, and then stepped on them with their feet.
Adults and children, men, women and children all joined the battle. Under the night, everyone was like industrious ants, burrowing in and out of the cornfield.
After one night, those who could move walked home. They were really exhausted and didn’t care whether it was cold or not, so they found a grassy spot to lie down and sleep.
Mr. Yang moved his arms, and there were marks on his arms from corn leaves. The old man had long been used to this and didn't care.
Looking at the sky turning yellow, Mr. Yang stood up and walked out.
Yang Dazhuang, who was lying beside him, squinted his eyes and then continued to sleep.
In my heart, Mr. Yang has returned home.
However, Mr. Yang wanted to go south of the village.
In his heart, he still missed the cornfield.
The sun gradually rises, and the dew in the fields soaks through the grass and trees, and then naughtily hides the figure in the sun.
Mr. Yang walked slowly, stepping over hurdles, stepping on the slippery path, crossing the top of the mountain, and looked up. Then, there was surprise.
The moisture on my face has not dissipated, but the wrinkles have deepened again.
Not far away, the familiar cornfield.
In the original impression, the corn stalks that should have fallen were only slightly tilted and looked like a gentle slope, but they did not fall.
Mr. Yang couldn't believe what he saw in front of him. He stepped faster and ran straight into the cornfield without fear of falling due to the slippery grass.
Until then, he rubbed his eyes and stared at the scene in front of him.
“It’s not broken!”
“This one’s not broken either.”
“No, no, none!”
“Hahaha”
Mr. Yang suddenly laughed as if he was going crazy, and his voice was everywhere around him.
After a moment, Mr. Yang turned around. The physical fatigue was driven away by the mental joy at this moment, and his steps became brisk again.
He wants to go back and call Yang Dazhuang and others to have a look, and let them all come to see the corn and believe in it.
Before noon, several figures appeared again in front of the cornfield.
Mr. Yang in the middle was supported by Yang Shitou. The old man had not rested all night and was very excited for a while. Now he couldn't stand it anymore and his eyelids began to fight.
Yang Dazhuang, who was called up next to him, no longer felt uncomfortable after arriving here. Like the people around him, looking at the cornfield in front of him, he felt nothing but surprise.
This is still good. Several old people who came with us have rushed into the corn field, looked at the corn one by one, gently helped them up, and then tamped the soil, and the corn stood up again.
After a while, the entire cornfield was as straight as before, with thick cobs stuck diagonally on the corn stalks. Many people couldn't help but touch them.
“What a stick, what a stick!”
“Look at this, my mother, I can’t measure it with one hand.”
Someone excitedly stretched out his palm and gestured on the corn cob.
“This is not small, it’s quite thick!”
“The particles inside are very strong.”
“Look, with such a strong wind, Not one of them is broken. It’s amazing. It’s amazing.”
“Yes, I just checked and it’s really not dead.”
"It's amazing, it's simply amazing!"
Listening to the discussion of the people below, Yang Dazhuang quickly stopped him. He didn't know what nonsense he was going to say.
However, yesterday, yesterday I saw the corn blown down by the wind in the evening, and I was worried that the corn production would be reduced and the village would suffer from famine this year.
But now, the corn in front of me not only has not reduced its yield, but because it is so big, its yield is at least double that of ordinary corn.
With this kind of corn, as long as we get through this year and plant it in the village next year, we will no longer have to worry about famine in the future.
"Master, we need to get more of this corn."
"Our village is counting on it in the coming year."
Yang Dazhuang said excitedly, and Yang Shitou and the others beside him The same eager eyes.
This is a matter of food and clothing for the whole village.
Mr. Yang nodded, "You also know that Xiao Tao did this. We still have to listen to him about the specific situation."
Everyone nodded when they heard this. For such a new thing, you still need to find someone who understands it.
"Well, Shitou, you have something to eat, go to the city quickly, and explain this matter clearly to Xiaotao."
Yang Dazhuang made arrangements on the side, and Yang Shitou nodded and left.
This trip is not going on a donkey cart. The donkey has to stay in the village to help. He can only rely on two legs.
Yang Dazhuang looked back at the cornfield, and then said seriously, "Starting today, we must take good care of this place."
"Third uncle, please ask the monkey to lead a group of people and watch carefully."
A thin old man in the crowd nodded, "Don't worry, this is the treasure of our village. Whoever dares to cause trouble will break his dog legs." ! ”
“Well, these sticks will be the seeds for tomorrow when they are collected!”
Yang Dazhuang sighed, and everyone around him laughed.
Yang Xiaotao walked out of the steel rolling mill with his bag on his back. Today's work was finished, and he was thinking about getting something to eat when he went home.
During this time, there was less and less oil and water in the factory, and it was difficult to find a piece of meat for a meal.
If you want to be full, you can only eat more steamed buns or Erhe noodles.
Fortunately, Yang Xiaotao prepared a lot of bottles and cans, which not only allowed him to eat, but also helped many people.
Now that it’s meal time, there are always a bunch of people around the table.
However, his help is limited, and people in the factory also know that even the richest people cannot afford such a way of eating.
So everyone just stopped, and Yang Xiaotao didn't perform particularly well.
After all, it costs credits to redeem things.
As he walked to the entrance of the courtyard, Yang Xiaotao had already thought about what to eat tonight.
I went to buy meat two days ago, but it turned out that there was not much meat to begin with, and it became even less so when I went there late.
Being that it was not an easy trip, Yang Xiaotao pointed to the pig skin in the corner of the counter and exchanged the two-pound meat ticket for half of the pig skin.
I don’t know if it’s a loss.
Anyway, the salesperson looked at him like he was a fool.
But Yang Xiaotao knew that the pig skin was delicious after being tinkered with it.
Pork rind jelly, fried pork rinds, braised pork rinds, and even fried pork rinds with celery are all delicious.
Besides, he is not short of meat tickets. Now, in addition to the meat tickets issued by the factory every month, most of them are rewarded for cooking skills, so for him, it is just a change of taste.
When I returned to the yard, I saw Mrs. Jia Zhang at the door looking at her grandson as usual. The two looked at each other disgustedly and went home without saying anything.
As a result, as soon as I arrived at the door, I saw a familiar figure.
(End of this chapter)