Chapter 133 Hybrid Breeding

Yang Xiaotao went to the yard to find firewood, and Grandpa Yang went to pick up a pile of corn peels and started boiling water.

But after waiting for a while, Yang Xiaotao didn't come back. He was so worried that he came out to see the situation.

Then I saw Yang Xiaotao standing in the shed, looking at the corn cob on hand, and staring blankly.

"What are you looking at, you kid? You're so trance?"

When Grandpa Yang saw Yang Xiaotao was stunned, he asked.

Yang Xiaotao came to his senses, his thoughts were interrupted, and when he saw that it was the great master, he also relaxed.

"Grandmaster, are our corn on the cob so big?"

Yang Xiaotao asked by picking up a corn cob the size of a palm.

Grandpa Yang looked back and said, "How big is it if it's not that big?"

Yang Xiaotao frowned, "Then are all corn in our village like this?"

Grandpa Yang was surprised and put down his work, "Yes, it's been like this since the time of planting corn."

"What's wrong?"

After hearing this, Yang Xiaotao lowered his head and pondered. The corn in his hand now was incomparable to the ones in his previous life.

The corn grown in the previous life was not only twice as long as this one, but also thicker.

And by looking at the marks left on it, it is easy to see that the corn kernels are not very large.

"Nothing, it's just strange. This corn is too small on the cob."

After Yang Xiaotao said that, Grandpa Yang had nothing new.

The children in the city have never seen crops, so they are curious about nothing.

Go back and continue cooking.

After a while, the meal was ready, and simple stewed cabbage and steamed buns.

Although Yang Xiaotao brought back a lot of things, the old man was used to being frugal and had no preferential treatment in the first month of the year.

Yang Xiaotao had a drink last night. He was originally empty, but now he was obviously worried, so he ate a bun of steamed buns and went out to find Yang Shitou.

He wants to carefully verify what the corn in this era looks like.

"Xiao Tao, this is already the biggest one!"

Yang Dazhuang held the corn in his hand, but the three corn cobs were longer than the others and the portion was heavier.

"This is what my wife thinks is big and keeps it for the New Year at home to get a good start, otherwise she would have ground flour long ago."

When Yang Dazhuang heard that Yang Xiaotao was looking for corn cobs, he thought he was gaining knowledge. Without thinking too much, he brought the remaining three in the family over.

"Uncle Dazhuang, are your corn also the seeds bought from the supply and marketing cooperative?"

"No, the ones I buy from the supply and marketing cooperative are all vegetable seeds, and the grain seeds are kept by myself!"

Yang Xiaotao nodded, but he still couldn't figure out some things about this era, so he happened to ask this time.

"Uncle Dazhuang, tell me the situation in the field!"

"What do you want to know?"

"Well, how much food can our village leave behind every year? Is there enough food for the family?"

Yang Xiaotao thought about it and asked.

After hearing this, Yang Dazhuang found a stone to sit down. Yang Xiaotao took out a cigarette and both of them lit one.

Yang Dazhuang recalled for a moment, and was a little unable to say it, but Yang Xiaotao was not an outsider, so he explained it.

"Our village, take last year as an example. There are more than 300 acres of wheat and more than 500 acres of corn in total, so I won't talk about the others."

Yang Xiaotao worked in his hometown and knew that this was winter wheat and continued to plant it in the cornfield.

It does not mean that Yangjiazhuang has 800 acres of land, which is related to crop rotation.

In fact, Yangjiazhuang does not even have 700 acres of land.

Most of them are still dry land, and some are on the mountains.

The water and land are only more than one-quarter.

"Let's take corn as an example. If the corn harvested in our village last year was divided, the yield per mu was less than 300 kilograms."

"Not less than 400 kilograms? That's so low?"

Yang Xiaotao was surprised. He remembered that corn was a high-yield crop. Even without fertilizer, it would cost eight or nine hundred kilograms.

"Oh. There is nothing we can do about this. The land is barren and there is no fertilizer. It is not enough to rely on the little manure of humans and animals alone."

"And people also need to take good care of them. Without good guys, how can they have good output?"

Yang Dazhuang was also helpless. This was the situation across the country. Everyone had no choice but to look forward to a good year. God blessed him and produce more food.

Yang Xiaotao was silent for a moment and asked again, "How much food can we have left?"

"There's the rest? Haha!"

Yang Dazhuang shook his head, and the smoke was spit out, forming a smoke ring in the air, slowly expanding and finally dissipating.

"Let's say that, if we plant the country's land, we have to pay taxes! That is, we pay public grain."

"According to the national requirements, the standard for grain yield of no acres is 400 kilograms, and the proportion of handover is 15%, which means 60 kilograms per acre. This is for the country and must be handed over!"

"Then there is more than half left!"

Yang Xiaotao calculated, but Yang Dazhuang shook his head, "That's just public grain. You have to sell surplus grain!"

"Sell surplus grain?"

"Well, this is also a must!"

Yang Dazhuang didn't take it seriously. After all, he has done this for many years. Then he looked at Yang Xiaotao with a puzzled look and explained it.

In fact, it is to sell surplus grain to the country at a low price, and support national construction in disguise.

And it is a matter of how much you sell, and if you don’t have enough, you have to make it up from the rations.

There are nearly 200 households in Yangjiazhuang village, with more than 200 adult laborers. The total surplus grain paid last year was more than 50,000 kilograms of public grain. Among them, there are more than 10,000 kilograms of public grain and more than 30,000 kilograms of surplus grain.

"What about the money for selling surplus grain?"

"No matter how many, there must be some."

Yang Dazhuang lowered his voice, "Last year our team sold a total of kilograms of surplus grain, 8 cents of wheat and 5 cents of corn, and a total of 2,057.6 yuan."

"Don't think that the money is not too much, but it's not much in our hands."

Yang Xiaotao listened aside, and Yang Dazhuang talked about the "Three Promotions and Five Unifications" that had just been implemented.

The so-called three quotations refer to the three quotations in the village from production income.

It is divided into provident fund, public welfare fund and management fees, which are managed by the production team.

To put it bluntly, it is to distribute living expenses to provide help to the elderly who are unable to move.

The five generals refer to the education surcharges, family planning fees, preferential assistance fees, militia training fees and private office assistance fees in villages and towns.

Don’t worry about whether these things are done or not, but the money required for these three and five systems is a lot, and they all need to be paid out of this money, so there is naturally not much left.

Even if it is issued to each household on average, it will only cost a few dollars in one household.

This is still good. If the money sold is not enough, you have to collect some money from the people below.

"After this trouble, each family will remove the remaining grains, and every household will live a tight life!"

Hearing Yang Dazhuang's helpless sigh, Yang Xiaotao breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that there was nothing wrong with farmers in this era.

All day long, facing the loess and backs facing the sky, the harvested food is barely eaten. Sometimes, you have to rely on wild vegetables to make your stomach. You can't starve to death and you won't be full.

No wonder people in rural areas yearn for life in the city.

Yang Xiaotao knew that Yang Dazhuang had a lot to say, and he didn't ask, just pulled the topic back to the corn.

"Uncle Dazhuang, when you gained something, are you much bigger than that?"

Yang Dazhuang's expression was restored. For him, it was already a big deal to be able to have dinner. He was much luckier than watching several brothers starve to death when he was a child.

After hearing Yang Xiaotao's words, I thought for a while, "It doesn't seem to be too much."

"There are not many people, and everyone doesn't care. They've all gone to the food delivery station anyway. The rest are ground into coarse grains by themselves."

Yang Shitou was talking beside him. He ran with Yang Xiaotao for most of the day, and vaguely felt that Yang Xiaotao didn't seem to be playing.

As for what he was doing, he didn't know.

"Um."

"Brother Dazhuang, I've used these three."

"Take it away, it's not important."
To be continued...