Chapter 180 Borrowing Food
When Yang Xiaotao returned home, he didn’t pay attention to what happened at the door.
It's a pity for Aunt Chen. In her opinion, that girl is not bad and will be fertile in the future.
It’s just that Yang Xiaotao doesn’t like it, and she can’t force it.
As for other people in the yard, they all saw the situation in the front yard.
Especially those who were not married, when they saw the third aunt leading the girl, they all came forward to say a few words, but the other party just met in a normal way and had no intention of saying more.
Everyone knew that he was waiting for someone.
Si Zhu and the others also passed by and took a few glances. Although they were not as good as the others in the compound, they were still young, beautiful and good girls.
At this time, after knowing what happened in the front yard, Shazhu chuckled and said for a while that Yan Laoxi's abacus was good, and for a while he said that it was a pity for the girl to find Yang Xiaotao.
When Xu Damao found out, he felt unhappy.
If I had known that this girl was looking for Yang Xiaotao, why would I have to add a few words? Fortunately, Yang Xiaotao didn't succeed. If she did, wouldn't she have to fly into the sky?
After learning about this incident in the Jia family, Jia and Zhang became even more angry, celebrating the misfortune and cursing Yang Xiaotao to be destitute for the rest of his life.
Qin Huairu listened on the sidelines, with a sympathetic face but relieved in her heart.
I am inexplicably glad that Yang Xiaotao has not found a partner.
As for why, she couldn’t explain it herself.
The feeling was a mixture of schadenfreude and anticipation.
It can’t be explained, the way is unclear.
In short, Yang Xiaotao will be happy if she can't find a wife.
Back home, Yang Xiaotao prepared lunch.
But in Yangjiazhuang, the villagers had no intention of eating.
Ever since I started packing bags yesterday afternoon, everyone in Yangjiazhuang has been in a state of excitement.
Originally there was a bumper corn harvest last time, so I will be prepared this time.
But when they really saw the corn hill that was taller and bigger than last time, everyone realized how ridiculous their previous idea was.
This can no longer be described as a bumper harvest. Even using the magic from last time, I feel that words are lacking.
Everyone in Yangjiazhuang could not find a word to describe this harvest.
If you really want to describe it, it can only be a mood.
In disbelief, there is admiration, awe and joy that makes your bones tremble.
At this moment, as the bags of corn were being weighed, the bags were finally used up. I had to go to each house to find broken bags and use corn husks to block them from the inside. This was enough.
Mr. Yang, who was recording on the side, had already thrown his pen to others, and stood in front of a pile of corn that was higher than last time, with tears slowly flowing down his face.
Similarly, some elderly people in the village were also infected and had moist eyes.
This time Yangjiazhuang planted 400 acres of hybrid corn, a total of 400 acres, and the harvest can be imagined.
“It’s out, it’s out!”
Yang Dazhuang waved the notebook in his hand excitedly. Although he just checked it once, although there will be some errors in it, the order of magnitude will not be wrong.
Everyone looked over excitedly.
Mr. Yang even came closer. Yang Dazhuang didn't make any announcement, but handed the book into Mr. Yang's hand.
Here, he is not only the senior and most prestigious one, but more importantly, he represents Yang Xiaotao.
Yang Xiaotao accounts for 80% of this achievement.
Mr. Yang did not hesitate, took the book and looked at the series of numbers on it.
His hand touched his eyes and wiped away the tears.
Then he faced everyone and shouted loudly.
"This time, our village collected a total of two hundred and sixty-eight thousand, two hundred and forty-five kilograms!"
Silence, a silence that can be heard when a needle drops.
It is like the water surface before the flood discharge, calm and calm.
The next moment, the flood came, and its power shook the sky.
Ah~~~~
"How many thousands?"
People outside were in disbelief.
“Two hundred and sixty thousand!”
One person whispered.
“How many thousands?”
Then, someone roared in his ears again.
"Two hundred and sixty thousand!"
"Two hundred and sixty thousand!"
"Two hundred and sixty thousand!"
One after another roars Repeating numbers that have never been heard before, it seems as if the world is filled with this sound.
Hugging and jumping, the simple man expressed his inner excitement with the simplest body language.
The girls are still reserved, but the young daughter-in-law is hugging her lover. With food, she no longer has to worry about raising a baby.
They may be angry.
There was a sudden commotion in the crowd.
The voice calling Grandma Liu came, and Yang Dazhuang and others who were happy came over quickly.
But it was Grandma Liu, an elderly woman in the village, who fainted.
The people around him came over immediately. After some first aid, the old man finally woke up. Tears were streaming down his mottled face, and he was so excited that he could not speak.
But he fainted from excitement.
And this was just the beginning. In just a few minutes, several people around the compound were carried home. They were so happy that they were so excited that their bodies could not bear it.
Also let Yang Dazhuang calm down.
"Stop shouting, stop howling! Clean it up quickly!"
Mr. Yang even picked up a stick and cracked it at the excited guy, and the crowd calmed down.
The militia team was on duty again, and Yangjiazhuang was under full martial law.
The people in charge of the village gathered together again. Next, they needed to calculate the public surplus food turned in, the remaining food rations, and how much they could keep.
However, no matter how you calculate it, they are all wealthy.
"This year, our village can have a good year!"
One person sighed, and the room burst into laughter.
For a long time, everyone looked at Mr. Yang.
Now, it is the backbone of the village who makes the decision.
But Mr. Yang kept smiling with excitement on his face, "You must be happy now."
"Hahaha"
"Young Xiaozizi's family is about to give birth, don't you have to worry?"
Mr. Yang said to an old man, who is Xiaozizi's uncle. After hearing this, he immediately raised his head and said, "Just giving birth to two cubs is enough."
"Hahahaha"
There was another burst of smiles in the room, and Yang Dazhuang even thought about the children in the village in the future. There are more and more people, and there will be more and more strong laborers when they grow up.
"Yes, our good days are coming."
"From now on, if we harvest so much corn every time, do you think we can starve to death?"
After Mr. Yang finished speaking, Everyone laughed more enthusiastically.
However, in the next second, Mr. Yang returned to normal, and everyone became quiet.
Mr. Yang took out the cigarette pot and slapped it twice, then took out the lighter that everyone envied, and lit the cigarette pot with a click.
"Dazhuang." "Master!"
"Go to the grain station and call Fatty Ding over."
Yang Dazhuang was a little confused, and everyone was also suspicious.
Aren’t you always delivering food to the grain station these days?
"Don't you, Fatty Ding, don't believe it? Then let him take a look."
"Seeing is believing, you can't lie."
Mr. Yang said, feeling a little angry. .
Last time I went to the grain station to tell me about the situation, no one believed me.
What is annoying is that Yang Xiaotao came back with news that this research has been ignored, and there is still no explanation.
He felt worthless for Yang Xiaotao.
Since there was no voice from above, he would use the most direct way to seek justice for Yang Xiaotao.
What made him even more uncomfortable was that the sooner he paid attention to a good thing that was obviously beneficial to the country and the people, the sooner he would be able to escape poverty.
It is so unreasonable that no one pays attention to such a major issue related to people's livelihood.
After Mr. Yang finished speaking, everyone knew that Mr. Yang was not thinking about benefiting the village at all.
In his heart, national affairs come first, how could they not understand?
Yang Dazhuang nodded in agreement.
He made up his mind to get Fatty Ding over this time even if he pulled her.
The meeting ended and the bell rang in the brigade headquarters. It was time for dinner.
Mr. Yang and others walked into the courtyard together. There were finger-long lasagna cooked in pots. They were all made from grains. There were oily flowers floating on the pots, which made my stomach itch just by smelling them. .
Everyone didn't say much, this year is a harvest year, and it's not a big deal to have a meal to celebrate.
The next day, Yang Dazhuang and Yang Shitou drove the donkey cart to the town.
Just after Yang Dazhuang set off, two people also came outside the village entrance.
The guarding militia team saw him and took a few steps over, but they recognized the person.
It is the village chief and captain of Gaojiazhuang next door.
Unlike Yangjiazhuang, where 99% of the people are surnamed Yang, half of the people in Gaojiazhuang are surnamed Wang, and the rest are Gao, Li, Liu, and Xu.
The size of the village is similar to that of Yangjiazhuang, with a slightly larger population.
But the land in Gaojiazhuang is not as much as that in Yangjiazhuang. The main reason is that Yangjiazhuang has Nanshan and Beiling. Although these places are not flat, you can grow something as long as they are reclaimed.
The visitors are Wang Xuyang, the village chief of Gaojiazhuang, and Pan Jianjun, the team leader.
The two are about forty years old, of medium height, and both are thin for this era.
The difference is that Wang Xuyang has a round face, is good at communication, and speaks very funny.
Pan Jianjun has a Chinese character face. He is cold on the outside and hot on the inside. He doesn't talk much, but he does practical things.
In this area, many people in Yangjiazhuang are related to Gaojiazhuang. Either you marry or I marry. The relationship between the two villages is very close.
The two started talking, and it seemed like something was going on.
The leader of the team asked someone to run to the village to say something, and then led the two people towards the big team.
Several people who were counting the amount of food in the big team looked at Mr. Yang when they heard about it.
They don’t want others to see the food all over the courtyard.
Unexpectedly, Mr. Yang saw what they were thinking and smiled happily, "It's right here."
"This matter can't be hidden."
A few days ago When one thinks about it, there are many children around who are marrying people from other villages. Even if they are married, can they still go home?
Besides, you have to find out about this sooner or later.
It’s not easy to hide it until now.
Simply don’t hide it.
When Wang Xuyang and Wang Xuyang arrived outside the large team in Yangjiazhuang, they were startled when they saw the militiamen with guns and live ammunition.
There are people in their village too, but they have never been so serious.
Holding back the doubts in their hearts, they walked into the large group and were immediately stunned.
It was still blocked by a wall outside, so I could only get a rough look. After I came in, I saw clearly that the piles of grain bags were more than I imagined.
I am more certain about the news coming back from the village.
"Master, how are you doing?"
"Master!"
Seeing Mr. Yang, the two of them quickly stepped forward and held the junior ceremony.
"Okay, it's fine."
"Look, we have harvested so much food, how can we do it?"
Mr. Yang smiled cheerfully, and the two of them But people felt relieved in their hearts. Seeing that the first thing he talked about was food, there was no need to be embarrassed to speak.
Wang Xuyang turned around and looked at the grain pile with envy in his eyes.
"Master, you are not honest!"
Wang Xuyang sighed, "Our two villages are farming, and there is a ditch between them. As a result, the ones on our side are all small sticks, and the ones on our side are all small sticks. They are all big sticks, this comparison is too obvious Show it!"
"Hahaha"
"Xiaogui, you are forty years old, but you are still so slick!"
Mr. Yang shouted! With Wang Xuyang's nickname, the relationship became even closer.
Wang Xuyang stepped forward quickly, "How dare you? You are an elder. No matter how old you are, I am still a child to you."
"Oh, you are still out of breath."
"Haha ”
A few people laughed.
“Okay, you’re a very naughty boy.”
"If you have nothing to do, come to the Three Treasures Hall. Hurry up and let go of your farts."
Mr. Yang waved his hand to stop the laughter and asked.
"Master!"
Wang Xuyang's face straightened, "We are here to borrow food."
Hearing this, the surroundings were quiet.
Even the shameless Wang Xuyang's face felt hot after saying these words.
"Okay, who doesn't know what's going on in the villages around us?"
Mr. Yang spoke without embarrassing him.
"However, you have also seen that our village did collect some grain. But this grain cannot be lent to you now. When Fatty Ding comes, he will take away what should be taken away, and the rest will be taken away. Lend it to you.”
Hearing the news, Wang Xuyang and Pan Jianjun looked at each other and smiled.
I didn't expect it to go so smoothly.
In other words, they underestimated Mr. Yang’s awareness.
Thinking of what Mr. Yang did in the past, before Wang Xuyang said anything, Pan Jianjun's face was red and his eyes were wet.
"Get out of here, I haven't buried it yet, put away the horse urine. Come in!"
When Mr. Yang saw Pan Jianjun, he immediately scolded him, turned around and walked back into the house.
The two of them were looking at each other, and then they heard another sound.
“You don’t want to know why we harvest so much grain?”
The two of them listened for a while. Although they had heard about it, they still wanted to listen carefully.
Then he ran towards the house.
(End of this chapter)