In the afternoon, Yang Xiaotao rolled up his trouser legs and worked in the fields for most of the day.
When it comes to farming, he is not as strong as these farmers, but when it comes to strength, no one in the entire Yangjiazhuang can be his opponent.
Therefore, pulling plows became Yang Xiaotao's best job.
That speed surprised even Yang Dazhuang, who was holding the plow behind him.
The two of them had plowed an acre of land, but the others had not yet finished half of it.
Looking at Yang Xiaotao again, his face is not red and he is not panting. He drinks water and continues to fuck. He is more of a donkey than Yang Shitou.
This is the difference.
"That's a donkey!"
Mr. Yang laughed loudly listening to Yang Shitou's envious words.
These days, comparing a person to a donkey is a complete compliment.
Capable, energetic, hard-working, and a solid farmer partner.
Some of the older girls delivering water looked at Yang Xiaotao with aggressive eyes, especially because of Yang Xiaotao's status, and they wanted to eat Yang Xiaotao.
All afternoon, Yang Xiaotao was busy working in the fields.
Compared with the work in the workshop, the farm work here is dirtier and more tiring.
As the sun sets, everyone calls it a day and goes home.
Another big pot meal, Yang Xiaotao once again experienced this special egalitarianism.
Fortunately, the people in the village are all honest and no one is cheating or cheating.
There is no phenomenon of village cadres reaping benefits.
Of course, if such a person really existed, he would not be able to gain a foothold in Yangjiazhuang.
After dinner, Yang Xiaotao returned home and called Yang Dazhuang and Yang Shitou.
A few people sat down, Yang Xiaotao filled up the tea, and then started to get down to business.
Mr. Yang and Yang Dazhuang also knew that Yang Xiaotao would not simply come back for a visit. Asking for leave would deduct wages. Who would ask for leave if nothing happened?
Everyone was waiting for Yang Xiaotao to speak, but Yang Xiaotao didn't hesitate and put the hybrid corn seeds on the table.
"What is this? Corn?"
Yang Shitou pulled the bag, feeling a little strange.
"Uncle, I do need some help from the village when I come back this time."
Yang Xiaotao then introduced the corn to several people. Although they didn't know what Yang Xiaotao meant by hybridization, and they didn't know if what he said was true, they only understood one sentence. This is what Yang Xiaotao read from the book.
For experimental use.
"That's easy to say."
Yang Dazhuang was the first to decide, how much land can be planted with such a small amount of corn?
Besides, there is a lot of wasteland in their village. As long as two people divide it, it can be done in one day.
Only Mr. Yang was meditating, thinking about what happened during the New Year, and had some thoughts in his mind, and planned to find time to ask.
However, Yang Xiaotao made a request, "Uncle Da Zhuang, first of all, this land cannot be too good, just average."
"Secondly, this corn field should be far away from other corn fields, preferably more than two miles!"
Yang Dazhuang listened and pondered for a moment, "No problem, there is an open space on the mountain south of the village. It is surrounded by trees."
Yang Xiaotao nodded, and the matter was settled like this, and they would be planted tomorrow.
After Yang Dazhuang left, Mr. Yang finally asked the doubts in his heart.
"Xiao Tao, is your corn related to the Chinese New Year?"
Yang Xiaotao didn't hide it, "Master, this is indeed what I was thinking at the time."
"You kid, why don't you listen to the old man?"
"You don't know the lessons I learned back then, how can I still know them?"
Mr. Yang looked serious, fearing that Yang Xiaotao would go astray.
However, Yang Xiaotao knew that the typhoon that year caused severe damage around Sijiu City.
But he also knew that such typhoons did not happen often. The location of Sijiucheng itself was not close to the sea, so it only needed to withstand medium-level strong winds.
If we really encounter a typhoon, no matter how strong we are in resisting lodging, it will be useless.
"Master, I understand your worries."
"So this time, I'm just experimenting."
"You also need to know that if the corn cobs were all the same as long cobs and large kernels, then the harvest from one acre of land would be as much as that of two acres."
"I also know that you are afraid of problems, but if you don't experiment and try, you will never change."
Perhaps it was Yang Xiaotao's insistence, or perhaps Mr. Yang also thought it was reasonable, so he said no more, "Then let's try it."
Finally, Mr. Yang agreed.
But in his heart, he didn't pay too much attention to it.
With many years of experience passed down, and even spending most of my life digging in the soil, I have long been accustomed to following the step by step, accustomed to obeying the 24 solar terms, and the days of spring planting and autumn harvest.
The two of them rested. Before dawn the next day, the bell in the large procession had already rang.
Yang Xiaotao yawned and got up. Mr. Yang had already brought back breakfast, a plate of steamed buns and pickled cabbage.
Breakfast is usually eaten at home, but some people don't eat it and wait for the big pot meal at noon.
Of course, what we do now is all physical work, and everyone also eats at home to fill their stomachs.
After the two of them finished eating, they followed Yang Shitou to Nanshan, where there was a piece of land that was originally cultivated by orchard watchers. Later, the orchard was collectively confiscated and no one took care of it, so the garden was abandoned.
At this time, there were a lot of dirt and rocks in the garden. On weekdays, the villagers planted some potatoes and sweet potatoes here, but there was no harvest.
Yang Xiaotao chose this piece of land to test whether high yields could be achieved by falling to the ground.
Only by comparison can we see the effect.
When Yang Xiaotao came, the children of Yang Dazhuang's family were lying on the fruit trees, and a group of children were climbing up and down. They were not afraid when they saw adults coming.
Several people put down their farm tools and began to pack them up.
Yang Xiaotao also did farm work in his previous life, but at that time he only used tractors and seeders.
One machine can support three or four people, and it takes only a short time.
Yang Xiaotao was wondering whether he should study seeders in the future.
This thing isn't big, so it shouldn't be difficult.
However, the premise is that there is a tractor.
Now, we can only rely on manpower.
Several people had a clear division of labor and got into the groove quickly.
The morning has passed and the weeds have been cleared away.
This is because Yang Xiaotao is a donkey in human form. If it were anyone else, he would have to put in a lot of effort just to plow the land.
After lunch, a few people continued.
The soil ridges were piled up, and Mr. Yang stepped on the holes in front. Behind them were the captured children of Yang Dazhuang's family, who put the corn seeds in. Then Yang watered the holes with stones. Finally, Yang Xiaotao filled the holes and compacted them with his feet.
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The whole work was completed by evening.
After returning home, after dinner, I talked to Mr. Yang about recent events in the city. Mr. Yang was drinking and smoking, but the worry on his face did not diminish.
Yang Xiaotao also knows that since the notice was issued in May, there has been a feeling of depression in the countryside, which is worries about life and worries about the future.
Yang Xiaotao knows his abilities well, and if he is asked to help a family or a village, he can still give it a try.
But asking him to improve the current situation of farmers would be fanciful.
To be honest, he is just an ordinary worker. To be honest, he is just an ordinary worker with a system.
For other things, his abilities are limited.
What he can do now is to improve this hybrid corn so that more villagers can benefit from it.
Yang Xiaotao and Mr. Yang talked about some precautions for corn. Mr. Yang listened quietly, with no expression on his face, but he was very serious in his heart.
He felt that Yang Xiaotao really cared about farmers like them, so much so that he worked hard for more than half a year just for an idea that might fail. He had to support him regardless of whether it was successful or not, and he couldn't be left out in the cold.
Looking at Yang Xiaotao, Mr. Yang felt more and more like he was looking at his grandson.
Sun Tzu has made great achievements and has made contributions to the country. As an old revolutionary, he can also speak to his old brothers when he goes underground.
That's our grandson!
The next day, Yang Xiaotao went back early in the morning.
Yang Dazhuang still arranged for Yang Shitou to give it to him, not for any other reason. As long as Yang Xiaotao could come back and give it to him, the people of Yangjiazhuang had to accept this sentiment.
What's more, having Yang Shitou send him off would save him some trouble on the way.
Yang Xiaotao and Mr. Yang waved goodbye and headed back.
After Yang Xiaotao left, Mr. Yang looked serious, and then held a meeting of village leaders.
He directly explained the importance of the land in the south of the village. Normally, no one in the village was allowed to come in. He also asked the cowherd boys to take a good look at this place.
Mr. Yang deeply believed that Yang Xiaotao was a capable person and was particularly concerned about what Yang Xiaotao did.
Moreover, if this thing really comes to pass, it will be of great help to their Yangjiazhuang and the entire country.
Everyone in the village listened to Mr. Yang, no one dared to touch it blindly, and they kept it secret, treating it as a village secret.
In fact, the reason why Yang Xiaotao asked for confidentiality was that he was afraid that if the experiment failed, he would be slapped in the face if he told it, and he would lose face.
But if he succeeds, he will not hesitate to dedicate the results to the country.
He still has some patriotic feelings.
Especially in these difficult times, being able to make some contribution to the Chinese mother is also the meaning of his time travel.
And this is why Mr. Yang values him.
In the following days, Mr. Yang became the manager of the cornfield.
One trip every day, rain or shine.
Watching the corn that was planted grow little by little, I felt very happy.
Of course, Yang Xiaotao didn't know what Yangjiazhuang was about. After he returned to the city, he started his own life again.
I go to work every day, work, read, and then go home to cook and sleep.
However, there are no other vegetables grown in the yard, and corn is still grown.
He will take advantage of this period to produce as much hybrid corn as possible.
Once the results are achieved in Yangjiazhuang, it can be promoted next year so that the whole village can grow hybrid corn.
As for future breeding issues, Yang Xiaotao also has some ideas, which is to hand over this research technology to the state. After all, his own abilities are limited. Only with the help of the state can the value of this technology be maximized.
Thinking of this, Yang Xiaotao began to organize the information.
After all, Xiaowei's existence made it impossible to reasonably explain some things. He could only speak vaguely. If it really couldn't be explained, it was attributed to luck.
Time goes by, and in the blink of an eye it is already August, which is the seventh month of the lunar calendar.
As the saying goes, fire flows in July, which is the beginning of autumn.
The weather is still hot, but it feels cooler in the morning and evening, and people no longer have to be stuck at home.
In the evening, Yang Xiaotao came from outside the hospital, carrying a large piece of fat in his hand.
Passing by the front yard, I naturally received many envious glances, but no one came forward to strike up a conversation.
Even Jia Zhang from the Central Court just said a few words at the door and was not as arrogant as before.
Obviously, the shock from Yang Xiaotao's previous actions towards Xu Damao was still there.
"Uncle Chen, you are busy."
Say hello to Uncle Chen in the yard. Uncle Chen glanced at him and continued to tease Wangcai.
"You are making lard!"
"Well, I didn't go to buy meat. I ended up buying some fat meat."
"You get a bargain but you still behave well. You have to boil a pound of oil for this piece of meat."
"Hehe, that's true."
Yang Xiaotao returned home with a smile. He first cut the fatty pork into small pieces, put it in the pot with cold water, then took out a bottle of cooking wine from the space, added a spoonful and started cooking.
After the water boils, take it out and wash it with warm water.
Then bring the water in the pot to a boil, pour in the lard and bring to a boil over high heat to evaporate the water, then simmer over low heat.
As night fell and smoke rose, Yang Xiaotao poured the cooked lard into a jar and waited for it to cool down.
At this moment, there was a sudden noise outside the hospital. When Yang Xiaotao went out to take a look, he happened to encounter Wang Xiaohu running towards him.
