Chapter 182 Seeking Truth from Facts
Soon, Yang Dazhuang, Yang Shitou and Fatty Ding, who had not caught up with the meal, gathered together and started eating.
Fatty Ding looked at the hot sauce on the table and the duck egg yolk cut into oil. The corn tortillas in his hands became even sweeter.
"Shitou, tell me about Yang Xiaotao!"
Yang Dazhuang left after eating, and had to prepare to hand over the surplus grain. Yang Shitou beside him was licking the duck egg skin, and Fatty Ding Taking the opportunity to ask.
After hearing this, Yang Shitou spoke of Yang Xiaotao with admiration from the bottom of his heart.
I immediately gave him a thumbs up, "Uncle Fatty, speaking of Xiaotao, this is the only one in our village."
Looking proud.
Then he praised Yang Xiaotao for making corn, and added a sentence at the end.
“Is Xiaotao still a worker at the steel rolling mill in the city?”
Fatty Ding slowly put down the pancake in his hand, his eyes shining.
He has already thought about what benefits he would have as an inventor if the high-yielding corn was popularized.
Now that I heard that it was a worker in the city, I even had an idea in my mind.
"Shitou, uncle, I want to ask you something."
Yang Shitou looked up at him, and Fatty Ding came closer and whispered.
"Does Yang Xiaotao have a partner?"
Unexpectedly, after saying this, Yang Shitou jumped up and ran away.
"Hey, what are you doing, don't run away..."
Fat Ding was startled, and then he cursed.
“Little bastard!”
But he knew clearly in his heart that this guy must have been told by Mr. Yang, and what he was thinking was a little lighter.
After dinner, Fatty Ding and his men left in a hurry. Everyone in Yangjiazhuang also followed the regulations and began to pack up the food and prepare to hand over the surplus food.
When Fatty Ding returned to the grain station, he just said a few words to the deputy, and then worked in the office.
He knew that if he told the director like this, he would definitely not be able to explain it.
Fortunately, he has a record book in his hand, and the data on it can be used just right.
So, after immersing himself in it for more than an hour, Fatty Ding finally produced a 500-word article. Although there were deletions, deletions, brackets and insertions on the page, the content was realistic.
Afterwards, I called the person with the best writing skills at Liang.com to copy it over again, and then I was satisfied with the rest.
The next day, Fatty Ding got up before dawn, got dressed, took a wotou, and went out with the written report in his arms.
"Director, Ding Deliang is here, saying that he has something urgent to do with you."
In the spacious office, in front of the long reception table, a middle-aged Mediterranean man is holding a wolf hair in his right hand with a serious look on his face. , as if something is brewing.
At this time, the secretary outside the door knocked on the door and walked in, speaking respectfully to the middle-aged man.
A trace of displeasure flashed across the middle-aged man's face. He finally found some inspiration and was about to write hard. At this time, someone came, which made him very unhappy.
But when I heard the name of the visitor, I still put down my wolf hair and put down my rolled-up sleeves.
“Let him in.”
“Yes.”
Soon, the director sat back at his desk with a few newspapers in front of him and started reading them leisurely.
"Director Huo! Are you busy?"
Fatty Ding's voice came from the door, and the smile on his face looked particularly friendly.
But Director Huo glanced at it and stopped reading. He put down the newspaper in his hand and pointed to the stool in front of him.
Fatty Ding immediately walked over and sat down.
"Why did you come to me if you weren't watching from below? If something happens, I will settle the score with you."
"Director, this is a big deal, a good thing."
Ding After the fat man 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. He raised his head and put his hands together. "Don't do anything stupid. What's the matter? Tell me quickly. I'm busy every day."
Ding Seeing this, the fat man smiled and sat on the stool.
Then organize your thoughts and start talking.
Two minutes later, Director Huo interrupted Fatty Ding with an impatient look on his face.
Fatty Ding opened his mouth, this hasn’t gotten to the point yet, why don’t you let him talk?
"Director, I..."
"Okay, what do I think is the big deal?"
Director Huo waved his hand and threw the newspaper in front of him forward.
“Look, come and take a look.”
“Which one of the things reported here is not a big deal?”
“Which one is worse than what you said? Look at this, three kinds of fruits grow on one tree, realizing off-season planting technology. Is this important?”
“And here, one potato weighs twenty pounds, and it takes one field to grow. , what kind of harvest do you not know? ”
Fatty Ding felt anxious after hearing this.
“No, director, you don’t know that I don’t know yet?”
“The off-season fruits are grafted, and the potatoes are also specially made, don’t It’s said to be popular, it’s hard to plant another one.”
Bang!
Fatty Ding violated Director Huo's taboo in his eagerness.
Director Huo is most annoyed by people saying that he doesn't understand things in the field.
A slap on the table scared Fatty Ding so much that he sat down and pressed his body against the back of the chair.
"Ding Deliang, pay attention to the attitude of your words."
"Is this how you report to your superiors? Do you still have respect in your eyes? I, the director, don't understand as well as you? Can you still do it? Doing something?”
Fatty Ding opened his mouth wide, his face full of grievances.
What he said is true.
“Get out, go back and watch the grain station for me!”
Director Huo pointed at the door, Fatty Ding didn’t dare to say more, got up and left slowly.
“Wait!”
Before Fatty Ding could 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. Serve the people sincerely."
“Go back.”
Fatty Ding took a deep breath, walked over, picked up the report, turned around and left.
He has finally seen it.
Seeing Fatty Ding leave, Director Huo's unhappiness slowly disappeared.
He stood up and came to the long table, pondered for a moment, picked up the wolf hair, dipped it in ink, and brushed it twice.
A pair of iron paintings with silver hooks is completed, and I am very satisfied.
"Not bad! Seek truth from facts!"
Director Huo looked at his masterpiece and sighed repeatedly.
“Xiao Liu, come.”
"Frame the writing and hang it here."
......
Fatty Ding 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 did.
And he felt that even if he pulled her away, the director would not take it seriously.
After all, there are too many exaggerated things these days.
“Forget it, let’s talk about it when we get back.”
At noon, Fatty Ding returned to the grain station.
At this time, Yang Dazhuang led the villagers to bring more public surplus grain than last time.
The village left enough rations, and then lent Gaojiazhuang two thousand catties, and the rest was brought over.
"Stationmaster Ding, how are you?"
Yang Dazhuang asked quickly after seeing him.
Fatty Ding pulled Yang Dazhuang into the room and whispered the matter in a low voice.
Yang Dazhuang was angry after hearing this.
Why don’t they believe it?
If Yang Xiaotao's technology had been adopted earlier, how much more food would be available in the countryside in the future.
Yang Dazhuang couldn’t figure it out, but he didn’t have an attack.
After all, I had heard of these things when I met Yang Xiaotao last time.
Didn’t the materials he reported also be ignored?
Otherwise, the master would not have made such a move.
"You go back and talk to me. I will also take this matter to heart."
"Since one time is not enough, I will make two more trips. This kind of thing that benefits the country and the people cannot be buried like this. !”
Fatty Ding made up his mind to get this done.
Yang Dazhuang nodded and continued to hand over the food.
This time, after Yangjiazhuang paid the public grain, all the remaining grain was sold.
There is no change in price, but the advantage in quantity directly exceeds 5,000 yuan.
Ren Yang Dazhuang was prepared for the thick stack of money bills, and he was a little trembling when he took the money.
However, he reacted quickly.
The use of this money was discussed with the village when it came.
In the afternoon, people from Yangjiazhuang went home one after another. Only Yang Dazhuang led a dozen people to the pasture outside Sijiu City.
When they were returning, there was an adult ox and two calves in the team.
Along the way, many people in the village saw it and were curious and envious.
A cow is an important asset in the village, and it is indispensable for farming and farming.
These days, labor such as cattle and horses is an important criterion to measure the wealth of a village.
Look at the two calves. They only need to be left alone for a year or two to grow up. They are one male and one female. After two years of raising them, they will have another calf.
From now on, life in Yangjiazhuang will only get better and better.
Back in the village, Yang Dazhuang arranged for the cattle to be raised by someone special, and then came to Mr. Yang's house and told the story about Fatty Ding.
After hearing this, Mr. Yang just smoked in silence. After a long time, he said, "Okay, let's leave this matter as it is for now."
Yang Dazhuang nodded and left immediately.
Mr. Yang looked at the setting sun and continued to be silent.
Yang Xiaotao didn't know what happened in Yangjiazhuang. He just went to work and off work step by step, read, ate and slept.
In my spare time, I practice thrusting to move my body, go fishing with Uncle Chen, and spend time in the library on weekends.
He found that he could get into a reading state better in the library. Even if it was a book he had read before, he would have unexpected gains when he read it again.
As for the hybrid corn matter, he has already seen it through, as long as it can help Yangjiazhuang.
The reason why Yang Xiaotao has this mentality is not that Yang Xiaotao is small-minded. In fact, in this era, there are too many "magical" things like hybrid corn.
There are endless propaganda in newspapers, big-character posters on the walls, and banners hanging out.
Compared with those whose output is 30,000 to 40,000 per mu, this output will not attract attention at all.
So, Yang Xiaotao can only wait, wait for this wind to pass, wait for the sand to blow away, and the gold will emit its original light.
Unlike Mr. Yang's helplessness, Fatty Ding did not let go of Yang Xiaotao's Buddhist lineage when he learned about the situation in Yangjiazhuang.
It’s just that Fatty Ding can see clearly that the current trend is like this, and it’s useless to just talk about it.
He needs actual proof.
The best proof is to allow more villages to grow this kind of corn, thereby obtaining more food.
Only in this way will the higher authorities have to pay attention to it.
In this regard, he was confident to persuade Mr. Yang to give up part of the grain to other villages.
However, I heard that the output of this kind of seed is not large, and it is not easy to satisfy a village.
He had to talk about this matter and see if he could think of a way to expand breeding.
(End of this chapter)