Chapter 223: Someone from the Academy of Agricultural Sciences
Hearing Song Wei’s words, the captain and the people around them were immediately filled with indignation.
“Bah, it’s really not a thing!”
Some people even secretly kicked those people hard.
The police came and were shocked when they saw the person lying on the ground.
"Where is the one who beats people?"
"This and this." The young people following the captain raised their hands.
The captain stepped forward quickly: "Comrades from the public security department, if you want to know anything, please contact him."
He pulled Lin Zhen over.
The police were a little confused: "Did you beat me? But you don't look like you have beaten anyone. None of you were injured?"
The two sides were fighting, and there were so many people on the opposite side with weapons, but only one side was beaten down, and nothing happened to the other side?
"Yes, I am injured. I was hit on my arm and it still hurts now."
The speaker is Jiang Xiaowan, who is almost fifty years old. Look There are many people with gray hair.
Public Security Comrade: .........
In the end, those people on the ground were arrested, and Lin Zhen and the others were released after they completed their transcripts.
I still have to go back to buy new year’s goods.
Drawing a cart full of new year’s goods. After all, not only Song Wei had a list, but others also had a list.
We will divide it after we go back.
As soon as the tractor arrived at the entrance of the village, it was greeted by enthusiastic onlookers from the villagers.
“How’s the captain doing?”
"All sold out! Hahaha..."
"Okay, okay, why are there so many old products."
"My, my, Song Zhiqing brought me some."< br>
"I have mine too, the white sugar and red paper couplets I want."
The captain quickly scolded them: "Don't crowd, don't crowd, come one by one!"
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The excitement lasted until very late, so Song Wei and the others took a break.
It’s been a tiring day.
But some people were very excited and took advantage of the crowds to artistically describe their heroic battle with the gang of thieves for 300 rounds.
“We were even praised by the police comrades.”
A group of people were amazed.
Back at the Educated Youth Home, Song Wei tidied up, took a shower and washed her face before falling asleep.
After a sweet sleep, I woke up refreshed the next day.
The gong of the brigade rang again.
While other brigades were in the cat winter, everyone in the Ping An brigade wore large cotton-padded jackets, yawned and rubbed their eyes as they got up. One by one, they set out from home with their vegetable baskets and went to the vegetable greenhouses to start a lively meal. Pick fresh vegetables.
With more people and more strength, we quickly picked a tractor full of vegetables.
Song Wei didn't go with him today, so he stayed at home and chatted with the ladies.
"Song Zhiqing, there are people coming to the village. Let's go and take a look. They are driving cars!"
Cars, these things are not seen in their small town, even In the city, only the mayor has one.
Hearing this, the aunts and ladies immediately became energetic and ran towards the entrance of the village.
The black car was parked next to the wheat field. Many people surrounded it but did not dare to approach it.
Song Wei squeezed in and saw five well-dressed people standing beside the car, two middle-aged men, an old man, and two young people. One of the middle-aged men should be the driver.
The captain's eldest son Jiang Wenyong, the village chief and several respected old men in the brigade were receiving them.
But to the naked eye, they are a bit reserved in their speech.
“Is Comrade Song Wei in your brigade?”
"Here, here, Song Wei is here."
Even without Song Wei having to step forward, the ladies next to him responded very positively. With their proud expressions, some people thought they were looking for him.
Song Wei:…………
She walked over, and Jiang Wenyong and the others breathed a sigh of relief.
They, honest country people, really don’t know how to deal with these people.
"Hello, Comrade Song, we are sent from above to observe the vegetable greenhouses of your brigade. This is Professor Ren from the Academy of Agricultural Sciences."
The middle-aged man standing next to the old man shook hands with Song Weiqian Then introduced.
Song Wei understood, it must be related to the old man at the Friendship Hotel.
A big smile suddenly appeared on her face: "Comrade, have you eaten yet? Why don't you sit down and have a meal and drink tea first?"
Song Wei doesn't know how to cook. Naturally, he was taken to the captain's house.
It's a pity that most of the people in the brigade who can take charge now sell vegetables.
However, Song Wei was not silent, and even asked people to invite several record keepers who were responsible for recording the situation of the vegetable greenhouse.
"Auntie, I've just tired you a lot with the food."
Aunt Xinghua: "Hey, what's the trouble? This is what auntie should do, and now your uncle Lei is not here Please say hello to me, Auntie, I don’t dare to talk to those people.”
Although she is usually enthusiastic and carefree, she looks like she is from a big city, and she seems to be some kind of official. Dare to come forward.
Song Wei didn't let them sit in vain. She accompanied the recorders to talk about the vegetable greenhouses that they were interested in.
“Vegetable greenhouses are actually not difficult. I believe you can do better after hearing the principles, but I still want to ask for one thing using this technology.”
“This is How can you repay a favor by doing things for the country, and it’s not difficult in the first place?”
A female assistant frowned and muttered softly.
The atmosphere suddenly solidified.
"Shut up!"
The eldest old man among the people scolded.
Then he said to Song Wei: "Yes, let's talk about your request first."
Song Wei glanced at the girl who was unconvinced but did not dare to speak.
Song Wei himself was not affected by those words.
"There is a piece of sandy land in our village. The crops grown in the sandy land do not produce well and often wither. However, we have to spend a lot of manpower to plant them. I think this is a bit wasteful, so I wonder if I can apply for it. That piece of sandy land is suitable for growing watermelons."
The old man nodded when he heard this: "The sandy land is indeed more suitable for growing watermelons. Let's go to the sandy land you mentioned to investigate after seeing the vegetable greenhouse. If it is really suitable, I will report it to the local government.”
This is not difficult. Song Wei’s request was unexpected, but this request can satisfy both parties and relieve their psychological burden. Not bad indeed.
As for why you should not seek repayment for your contribution to the country, the old man has lived to this day and understands everything. If you really don’t give repayment, it will really chill people’s hearts. For those who sincerely contribute to the country, just It should be treated more favorably.
Aunt Xinghua specializes in stir-frying vegetables from the greenhouse. At the dinner table, except for the two assistants, a man and a woman, who are a bit arrogant, everything else is good.
"Yes, the taste of this vegetable is not much different from that grown in season."
Bai Yunjiao: "But the growth conditions of vegetables are somewhat different. We have to keep the plants warm in greenhouses A thick layer of wheat straw is spread on top, but the light is insufficient when the wheat straw is spread. The vegetables in the greenhouse are thinner than those in season, and some of the vegetable leaves turn yellow and are lighter in color. "
The old man didn’t bother her and just listened to her little girl talk.
Bai Yunjiao really spent a lot of money on this job. Not only did she keep records every day, she also searched for many agriculture-related books.
At this moment, it actually makes sense.