Zhong Yuemin was intoxicated by love all day long. He would never have thought of what he would encounter next. Ma Guiping's words to Jiang Hua were also transferred to Zhong Yuemin. Zhong Yuemin also listened. Learning has not stopped, but it is just a sideshow of love.
In a blink of an eye, the harvest time is coming. The wind blows the wheat waves, causing the layers of wheat to swell in the ground. This scene cannot be described as spectacular, but should be called vibrant.
The folks in Ishikawa Village are all smiling. This year's harvest is so gratifying. They don't even have to wait to weigh it after harvesting. You can tell with the naked eye how much more the harvest will be.
This year everyone is much more enthusiastic about harvesting. Who wouldn’t be happy with so much grain? After sharpening the sickle, the sound of harvesting is so sweet.
In a few days, all the crops in the village were harvested. The wheat ears were beaten repeatedly on the threshing floor and then dried in the sun.
Piles of grain were piled on the threshing floor, and the villagers stood around with their arms akimbo, happily talking to each other.
The county leader came again, driving a small jeep, bringing with him the flattering secretary and Ma Guiping.
The county leader drove the car to the threshing floor with ease and familiarity. When he saw the piles of grain, the director's face was full of smiles.
The director put his hands on his hips and said in an imposing manner: "Okay, what a great harvest. I like to see scenes like this."
"Chang Gui, have you weighed yourself?"
Chang Gui walked up to the director with a cigarette stick, bent slightly and said: "The leader has come at the right time. I will weigh in today."
The leader waved his hand: "Then let's start weighing."
The villagers brought a large scale, put the wheat in a basket, and then hung it on the hook of the scale. A person moved the weight there, and once the number was determined, he shouted out loudly.
Huang Wenbin sat at a brought Eight Immortals table, writing down the weight of each basket one by one, and finally summarizing the data.
After half a day, all the grain was finally weighed, and Huang Wenbin's fingers almost left an afterimage on the abacus.
Finally, he wrote down a number and handed it to the director. The director's eyes smiled when he looked at the number. As a county supervisor, he still knew a lot of things. He generally knew how much grain the village produced.
, obviously much less than this number.
The director asked eagerly: "How much grain did your village produce last year?"
Huang Wenbin looked at the account book and said: "This year's increase is more than 30% compared to last year, nearly 40%."
"Is it all because of the fertilizer?"
Huang Wenbin looked through the account book, nodded and said, "Probably, there was just a small pile of experimental fields for educated youth, and the yield per mu is one level higher than ours."
The director clapped happily, the secretary also clapped, Ma Guiping also clapped, then the educated youth, and finally the whole village clapped.
"It's very good. This kind of experience needs to be promoted and made known to the whole county. No, it needs to be known to the whole province and the whole country."
The leader looked at the educated youth, and then said with a smile: "I said before that I will record your merits. Not only will I record my merits, but I will also hold a commendation meeting for you and bring you big red flowers, so that all the educated youths in the county will know that I will build you up."
Serve as a model.”
Even Zhong Yuemin and Zheng Tong's faces were red, they were so excited.
The director also knew that Jiang Hua was taking the lead, so he walked to Jiang Hua and asked, "How old is your little comrade this year?"
"Nineteen years old."
The director patted Jiang Hua on the shoulder and praised: "Okay, your ambition does not depend on your age. Intellectual young people like you should play a role model and take the lead. I, the director, am very pleased that you can do this. Young comrades have
Haven’t joined the organization?”
"Not yet. I'm still far behind. I still need to continue training."
"I think you are qualified enough to join the organization, Chang Gui. Your village should treat the development of Comrade Jiang Hua into the organization as a top priority."
Chang Gui nodded: "Haha."
The director put his hands on his hips and said: "Today is not in vain. I am very happy. After this harvest is completed, I will hold a meeting to commend you Ishikawa Village and these young intellectuals. Just wait for the notification."
Chang Gui's dark face seemed to be glowing red. This was probably the most glorious moment in Chang Gui's life.
Chang Gui said firmly: "Director, no matter what, we will eat in our Ishikawa Village today. We will eat fried noodles made from newly harvested wheat flour."
The director nodded: "I want to eat this meal. Is it a good harvest? I have eaten your noodles. I also want to ask you, Chang Gui, for a favor. Help me pass on this composting technique to the farmer brothers in the county.
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Chang Gui said awkwardly: "I'm definitely willing, but I can't say it!"
So Jiang Hua stood up and said: "Director, we are still unable to promote it with the strength of one village. I suggest that the county selects some technical personnel and some good skills from the villages to come to Ishikawa Village to learn, and then
Pass two, pass two to four, and it will spread out quickly."
The director turned to the secretary and said: "This suggestion is very good. Write it down and discuss its implementation as soon as you get back. We will try to implement it immediately after the summer harvest. This is the most important thing for our county right now."
The secretary took a pen and wrote down quickly in his notebook, nodding as he wrote: "Okay, director, I promise to write it down word for word."
For dinner, their uncle Changgui's mother-in-law made fried noodles, fried some eggs from chickens raised by educated youths, and killed a young rooster.
The fat director's mouth was full of oil after eating. He rubbed his mouth, took the secretary and Ma Guiping, got into the small jeep and left with a puff of cigarette.
Ma Guiping quickly asked his mother-in-law to put away the remaining chicken soup. This thing will be stewed with some vegetables tomorrow for the children to eat, which can be regarded as meat.
The villagers knew that the village chief's house was open for meat, and it was not their turn. Their main attention was on the wheat in the threshing floor. They put it all into the warehouse first, handed over what should be handed over, sold what should be sold, and the rest was theirs.
rations.
According to this year's pattern, there will be a lot of wheat left, and it will be distributed to each household. During the Chinese New Year, whether it is dumplings or steamed buns, everyone will be able to eat several full meals. This is already the biggest thing they can feel now.
Happy.
Jiang Hua's second move worked again. The first move had already convinced the villagers to believe in him. The second move was successful again. Now it is estimated that Jiang Hua's prestige is higher than that of Chang Gui.
Now the villagers are very enthusiastic about taking care of the apple trees. They already believe that Jianghua can grow apples and sell them to the supply and marketing cooperative. By the end of the year, they will really have enough money to give to their mother-in-law and make new clothes for their children.
