Chapter 134 Return to the city

Mr. Yang woke up from his memories, with a little pain on his face.

"It was during the land reform, and a work team came to the village. When they saw the corn in this state, the leader seemed to have said, let us select seeds with larger corn kernels."

"What happened next?"

Yang Xiaotao knew that something must have happened.

"well!"

Mr. Yang sighed.

"At the beginning, I really gained a lot. But later"

"That year, our village picked the best corn kernels as seeds and planted them with joy."

"At the beginning, the corns were growing beautifully. They were taller and taller. When the ears are ready, they will all be big cobs."

"But no one expected that just when the corn was growing, a storm would completely destroy it."

"All the corn was blown down. It's incomparable to the corn before! This time, half of the corn in the village couldn't be lifted up."

Having said this, Mr. Yang was full of regrets and regretted the decision he made back then.

"If the grain harvest fails, the final result is that the villagers are hungry. If it weren't for the state's support, half of the lives of our village would be good."

"So, our village, including several surrounding villages, all owe the country!"

Mr. Yang said that his eyes were red, as if tears were falling down.

"Master, it's over, let's just contribute more to the country from now on!"

Yang Xiaotao comforted, and Mr. Yang nodded, and then said, "So, you have a good idea, but you better not mess around!"

After hearing this, Yang Xiaotao hesitated for a moment, but then shook his head, because his experience of going to school in his previous life gave him more windows to understand the world.

He couldn't think of anything else, but he still knew about hybrid corn.

This involves the concept of genetic hybridization, which was included in high school textbooks in that era of information explosion.

Therefore, he must try this kind of thing that benefits the country and the people.

Otherwise, he would not be reconciled.

He is a systematic person.

Although there are no seeds in the exchange column yet, there may not be any in the future.

Yang Xiaotao made up his mind and said to Mr. Yang.

"Master, no matter what, I want to try this."

Seeing his appearance, Mr. Yang was silent for a long time, then nodded in agreement.

He knew that the young man would not give up if he was not allowed to try.

Once you hit the wall, you'll know what to choose.

What's more, with him on guard, he won't let the village go wild.

Picking up a corn cob and carefully picking up the corn kernels, the two of them felt particularly warm at this moment.

In the afternoon, Yang Xiaotao continued to enjoy the New Year atmosphere in the village, but also paid attention to the corn planting situation of each family.

Every time I go to a house, I will look at the corns on the beams for a while. If I see a big one, I will take one. The villagers don't ask why, they just take it if they like.

Finally, when night fell, Yang Xiaotao had found more than five kilograms of corn kernels, all of which were large.

There is also about half a pound of small grain corn.

Yang Xiaotao took the opportunity to ask the elders in the village about the habits of corn.

Everyone just thought the city man was a novelty and told him without reservation.

Yang Xiaotao remembered it in his mind and understood that the corn was of the same female plant, with the male flower at the top and the female flower with the stick in the middle.

Planted in the ground, there is no need for artificial pollination at all, and sexual reproduction can be completed by itself.

This is exactly what Yang Xiaotao wants. Maybe others need manual participation in the process of studying cross-breeding, but he does not.

As long as you tell Xiaowei what you are thinking, this elf in the plant world can complete the task.

This is his greatest reliance.

At night, Yang Xiaotao and Mr. Yang cleaned up the house and steamed a pot of multi-grain steamed buns.

I have to get up early tomorrow morning to visit the grave, so I go to bed early.

As soon as he got up in the third grade of junior high school, Yang Xiaotao felt that the room was much colder. He stretched out his hand and tried the bottom of the bed, and it was completely cold.

I got up, got dressed, and was about to add firewood to the stove, but was shocked by the scene outside.

A vast expanse of white.

The house is covered with a white layer of cotton, and the white snow on the wall is like a hat on top. The occasional ups and downs in the yard represent something hidden underneath.

"Snowing!"

Yang Xiaotao breathed in the coldness in the air, as if the snow had a taste, an ethereal taste.

"Hurry and pack up, we have to go out soon."

Mr. Yang said as he began to pick up items.

He took out a knife of yellow paper, then took out a big black ten and pressed it twice.

Cut off a small piece from each steamed bun and wrap it in yellow paper.

Finally I took an empty bottle and filled it with a bottle of water.

This is wine.

Then he picked up a hanging white firecracker, put it in a basket, and Yang Xiaotao helped Mr. Yang out the door.

The street was already full of people.

The people who came were all men from various families, and a few boys went with them.

The team walked in silence, the snow crunching under their feet.

The ancestral graves of Yangjiazhuang are on Nanshan Mountain. If you want to go there, you have to cross the river.

There used to be a wooden bridge, but it was destroyed in the war and has not been repaired in recent years.

Fortunately, the river can be both deep and shallow, and the villagers have built a road with stones, so they can usually cross the river.

In winter, there is less water and it is easier to cross the river.

It's just that it's snowing heavily now and the rocks are slippery, so you have to be careful when walking.

Yang Xiaotao carried Mr. Yang on his back, and several young and strong men also carried the old man across the river and walked a mountain road before arriving at the cemetery.

There are hundreds of graves, large and small, on this land. Some have names and are worshiped by descendants, while some have no names at all, but they also enjoy the care of Yangjiazhuang.

Yang Xiaotao came to the ancestral grave, put down a knife of yellow paper, then took the remaining things and walked aside to a new grave. On the wooden sign were the words "Yang Laogen's Tomb".

Yang Xiaotao sighed in his heart, fortunately there are no ghosts in this world.

Otherwise, I don’t know if Yang Laogen would jump out of the coffin and beat him, the time traveler, to death.

After sweeping away the snow in front of the tomb, Yang Xiaotao lit the yellow paper, burned it together with the steamed buns, and finally poured the "wine" aside.

"Every year from now on, I will visit your grave and give you money."

"If you have anything to say in your dream, I will definitely do it if you can."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Yang Xiaotao said silently in his heart, while Mr. Yang had already arranged for people to kowtow.

In this era, we talk about abolishing feudalism, but can we just change the customs that have lasted for thousands of years?

What's more, this is called remembering the ancestors. In this rural area, no one dares to talk nonsense.

Yang Xiaotao kowtowed to his ancestors four times, and then kowtowed to his elders with his peers and juniors. When they arrived at Yang Laogen's grave, there were only about ten people, but they kowtowed solemnly.

After the trip, Yang Xiaotao's body was covered with mud and snow, but he felt extremely solemn.

After visiting the grave, everyone returned.

Unlike when I came here, the way home was full of laughter.

Everyone was talking and laughing, walking quickly on the snow, and many children started having snowball fights, shouting lively.

On the morning of the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, Yang Xiaotao packed his things.

But he was preparing to return to the city.

Work starts on the seventh day of the lunar month, and he still has to go back to visit, so he doesn't have much time.

And he also has to go back to make preparations and put hybrid corn on the agenda.

Parting is always sad, not to mention that we have just felt like home, just like a child who has left home to work. Even though he feels extremely reluctant to leave, he has to bow his head to life.

Mr. Yang is very open-minded. At his age, he has experienced too much and his heart is broader than others.
To be continued...