Chapter 177 Misunderstanding
“How bold a person is, how productive the land is!”
There are several large characters painted with lime on the outside of the two-meter-high courtyard wall. Even those who are illiterate can see it a lot. , can also be carried on your back.
Yang Dazhuang led the grain transport team in the village to the grain station in the town. He looked at the soldiers with guns and live ammunition at the door and thought about his words for a while.
This time, they want to report this good thing, not only to support the country, but also for a little selfish reason, so that their Yangjiazhuang can show their face in these villages.
During the war, when people from Yangjiazhuang talked about them, there was no one around who wouldn't raise a finger in admiration.
But after the war, everyone put down their guns and picked up hoes, and their village gradually became ordinary.
The older generation is more open-minded.
But among these strong men who have not yet emerged from glory, who doesn’t feel proud?
Today, he is here to argue.
Thinking that the people in the next few villages would be shocked when they saw the food they handed over.
Thinking of this, Yang Dazhuang smiled.
Not far away, the leaders of Qujiazaohu and several villages in Qinjiazhuang gathered together and talked about the strange things in Yangjiazhuang.
"Old Qu, look at that poplar stake, it's not normal to smile."
The man in Qinjiacun is a bit lean and has very good eyes. When he looks at Yang Dazhuang, he seems to be thinking of something when he smiles. Something bad happened, and my body shivered subconsciously.
"What's abnormal? This is Yang Dazhuang's style."
The man from the Qu family shook his sore arms, his eyes a little solemn.
He already knew the situation of the Yang family, and the food sent was more than that of their village.
Who around doesn’t know what’s going on in Yangjiazhuang?
It was a poor village that had borrowed food from the state for several years in a row, but he could not help but admire the fact that so much food was handed over this time.
"The people in Yangjiazhuang are all old revolutionaries."
Mu Ran sighed. The lean man next to him felt a little ashamed and turned back to his team.
The man from the Qu family didn’t say much, but he had already made up his mind that he would pay more food next time even if the whole village was spared.
To support national construction, other households cannot fall behind.
Yang Dazhuang didn't know that someone had a misunderstanding. It was still early to hand over food to their village, and there were two villages ahead.
Then he invited everyone to have something to eat.
He took out a stack of big cakes from the bag, and someone took out a small bottle from his pocket, which was full of red, orange and orange oil.
A few people took out chopsticks and spread it on the pancake, and someone else took out green onions, and the big pancake was rolled up and gnawed against the grain cart.
People from several surrounding villages watched from a distance and tried to breathe.
While everyone was watching with envy as everyone in Yangjiazhuang was eating, a man from the Qu family was leading his men to weigh the food at the grain station.
"Stationmaster Ding!"
The man from the Qu family took out a cigarette and handed it to a short, fat middle-aged man, who was the stationmaster of the grain station.
Nickname, Fatty Ding.
Fatty Ding took the cigarette and put it in his ear without lighting it, "Xiaoqu, your village doesn't have a lot of food!"
He held a book in his hand, which recorded what each village should do. The amount handed in has increased a lot compared to before.
"Stationmaster Ding, we don't have to wait for the autumn harvest."
"As long as you know, also, now that the country needs construction, we farmers must play a more important role. As long as people's hearts are raised, things in the ground will not grow. More? ”
“The great man is right, how bold a person is, how far he is Big business. Our Qujia Zaohu Village has always been one of the best in our area, so we should take the lead."
Fatty Ding said with emotion, his boss has also been in trouble for three days recently. A small meeting, a big meeting every five days, is to collect more food and concentrate on doing big things.
“Yes, yes.”
"I am indeed lagging behind in this regard. My awareness is indeed not as good as that of Captain Yang."
"Yang Dazhuang? Is this guy here? Why didn't he come in?"
Fatty Ding smiled with his small eyes. , lift your feet and look outside.
"I'm guessing I'm still waiting!"
"Well, this guy is usually very anxious and angry. Why did he calm down this year?"
"Yangjiazhuang is bleeding this time!"
The man from the Qu family sighed, and Fatty Ding asked in surprise, "What do you mean?"
Then the man said what he saw, and Fatty Ding asked After hearing this, he fell silent.
It took a long time to exhale, "This must be what Mr. Yang meant."
The man from the Qu family nodded vigorously.
The warehouse of the grain station was filling rapidly. By the time Yang Dazhuang led the team into the grain station, Fatty Ding was already waiting at the entrance of the warehouse with others.
"Old Ding, you have gained weight!"
Yang Dazhuang took out his cigarette and spoke with a smile.
But Fatty Ding looked at the grain truck behind him. He had seen so many of them that he could recognize the quantity delivered this time at a glance.
“Dazhuang, you gave us a lot this time!”
Yang Dazhuang smiled, waved his hand and asked everyone to weigh the grain, "Old Ding, let's talk inside."
The two turned around and came to the grain station office, and Old Ding's face fell.
"How is your health?"
"Okay, I'll eat three steamed buns at one meal. You'll be fine."
"Yes!"
"By the way, when we come this time, we not only have to pay the food, but also make up part of what we owe this year."
Yang Dazhuang took out his notebook and prepared to talk carefully.
Old Ding lit up his cigarette and said slowly, "Dazhuang, you can't survive?"
"I know you love the country, but you still need to take care of yourselves!"< br>
“You all don’t have enough to eat, how can you have the energy to farm? How can you have the energy to build the country?”
Yang Dazhuang was stunned for a moment.
What did I say?
What did I do?
“No, Old Ding, please listen to me.”
“There is a young man in our village who tinkered with a high-yielding corn, and this time I~”
"Okay, okay!"
Before he finished speaking, Lao Ding interrupted him, "I understand what you are thinking, don't make excuses for what you have and what you don't have."
After speaking, he patted Yang Dazhuang, who was holding the notebook.
"Everyone is aware of the situation in your village. Who doesn't know the situation in your village?"
Old Ding also felt a little emotional, "In those years, you led the revolution and fought against the Japanese. That time we were at the forefront. In recent years, your village has not let go until the end.”
"They borrowed one thousand, and you borrowed two hundred. That is what every household can save by tightening their belts."
Old Ding's eyes were filled with tears, "This time you take the lead. I am happy and appreciate it." "But only this time, next time, take care of the people in the village. Don't do this again!" The tears just fell.
Yang Dazhuang waited for Lao Ding to leave before he realized, "Hey, no, that's not the case."
He turned around and ran out.
Outside, everyone in Yangjiazhuang cooperated with the staff to pour the grain into special large sacks.
The bags of corn were poured in, and someone behind them used iron needles to pull the hemp rope and sew them quickly.
At this moment, everyone watched Yang Dazhuang following behind Station Master Ding and talking hard, but Station Manager Ding didn't look at him at all. The two of them ran to the edge of the warehouse one after another and looked at the warehouse inspection. The worker inserted a polished bamboo stick into it, and when he pulled it out, the corn under the bamboo joint was exposed.
The warehouse inspector dug around with his hands and found that there was no sand or stone, and the corn was all dry corn.
He nodded and stamped the bag.
Lao Ding came over to take a look, nodded and commanded his men, "Hurry up and weigh and put it in storage!"
Soon, bags of grain were stacked and weighed, and the recorder wrote the numbers on the blackboard , the accountant next to me was adding it bit by bit with abacus.
The whole process was transparent and open, with people from several other villages watching from the sidelines.
“Okay, I know everything you said.”
"This is your receipt for making up for the arrears of grain. This is the money to buy the surplus grain. Take it all and hurry up!"
Old Ding looked at Yang Dazhuang who was explaining on the side and didn't want to pay attention to him. " Just this time, don’t do it next time!”
Yang Dazhuang was speechless, he was telling the truth.
Mr. Yang made it clear before coming here that this matter must be made clear.
However, he made it clear, but people didn’t believe it.
This happened.
I had no choice but to take the money and go back to the village with everyone.
"Captain, how much does it cost?"
"Captain, is it enough to buy a cow this time?"
A group of people asked on the road, the joy of the harvest increased. The task was completed and everyone was in a good mood.
"Hey, what's your guess?"
Yang Dazhuang doesn't care about the seeds and grains anymore. He can just let his master make up his mind later.
“How can we guess, is there three thousand?”
“Three thousand, I think it should be four thousand!”
“How can it be that? It’s much cheaper this year. It would be nice to have two thousand.”
Yang Dazhuang listened to what everyone said to each other, but did not speak.
In the pocket of his clothes was 2,142 yuan and 50 cents, which was cheaper than last year.
Back in Yangjiazhuang, Yang Dazhuang explained the situation to Mr. Yang.
After listening, Mr. Yang was silent.
If he has not experienced this personally, he will not believe it.
"Forget it, let's wait until the autumn harvest to talk about it. If you believe it, we will do it ourselves."
"Okay. By the way, this is the money from selling the surplus grain. Wheat and corn are both better than before. It dropped by three points.”
Mr. Yang listened. He didn't say anything else, "We'll put off buying the cow later."
"Okay, by the way, you go to the city in two days and talk to Xiaotao."
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“My legs can’t walk anymore.”
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On the weekend, Yang Xiaotao was collecting corn in the yard. There is enough sunshine now, which is the time to ripen the corn.
There are already hundreds of kilograms of seeds in the storage space, which are all recent harvests.
Nowadays, with Xiaowei’s efforts, the difficulty of breeding is getting lower and lower, and the harvest is naturally increasing.
Getting up from the cornfield, Yang Xiaotao came to the water tank and fished out a large watermelon from the wooden barrel on the side.
It weighed ten kilograms and was mottled with blue lines. My fingers could not help but tap it.
"The sound is dull, and it is indeed produced by the system."
Yang Xiaotao shook the water on the watermelon and shouted to Wangcai lying at the door, "Send someone to go."< br>
Wangcai got up reluctantly and ran to Uncle Chen's house.
After a while, Uncle Chen walked to Yang Xiaotao's house, waving a cattail leaf fan and asked, "Where did you get this watermelon?"
"Bought from the vegetable market."
Yang Xiaotao laughed, picked up the kitchen knife, and prepared to cut it in half.
But I heard footsteps coming from the door. I looked up and saw that it was Yang Dazhuang and Yang Shitou.
It’s just that both of them were carrying a big bag.
"Uncle Da Zhuang, Brother Shitou."
"Why are you two here?"
Yang Xiaotao quickly put down the knife and stepped forward to grab the bags on their backs, with a relaxed expression.
The two of them were not surprised by Yang Xiaotao's abnormal strength.
“If we don’t collect the grain, the village will send you some.”
Yang Dazhuang said, at this time, many people in the yard looked over. They were originally at the edge of the pond. Qin Huairu, who was washing diapers, immediately got up and walked into the house.
Halfway through, I heard that the delivery was food, and my eyes immediately widened in disbelief.
These days, doesn’t it mean that people in the countryside don’t have enough to eat?
Where can I find food to give away?
She came from the countryside, how could she not know the situation in the village?
The same is true for them in Qinjia Village. They are exhausted all year round and barely have enough to eat for a month or two, barely surviving.
Hearing this and looking at the expression on her mother-in-law's face, Qin Huairu's heart skipped a beat and she quickly ran home.
Jia Zhang stood there holding Xiaodang in her arms, even though Bangge fell down and cried.
"So much? I can't finish it all by myself, take it back when you leave."
Yang Xiaotao looked at a bag of white noodles and a bag of stick noodles, each bag contains dozens of catty.
There was another burst of sarcastic discussion in the courtyard, and Mrs. Jia Zhang’s eyes were bulging, and she wanted to go forward and shout, he doesn’t want it, I want it!
"How about it? Everyone in the village has a share. This ration is yours, so you have to accept it."
Yang Dazhuang came here for the first time. He only heard about the things in the courtyard and didn't take it seriously. .
Said it outright and directly. After hearing this, Mrs. Jia Zhang immediately ran back to the house.
After a while, Jia Zhang’s questioning came from the Jia family, as well as Qin Huairu’s explanation.
Chapter 174 is under review
(End of this chapter)