At the door, Yang Shitou walked out of Uncle Chen's house.
He walked all the way and finally arrived before dark, but Yang Xiaotao was not at home, so he had to stand outside.
Uncle Chen also knew Yang Shitou and directly called him into the room to drink some water and rest.
Then I waited for Yang Xiaotao to come back.
"Xiao Tao, hehe, I have something to tell you."
Yang Shitou chuckled. After all, the corn has grown, which will be a big help to their Yangjiazhuang.
"Don't talk about it yet. You haven't eaten during this trip."
"I ate a pancake on the way, it was okay."
"Hurry inside and I'll get some food later."
"Hey, good!"
Yang Xiaotao somewhat guessed the purpose of Yang Shitou's visit. After all, the corn in his yard survived the strong wind yesterday.
They are all the same seeds, there is no reason why the ones from Yangjiazhuang should not work.
What's more, the way Yang Shitou looked at Yuanzi was wrong.
After saying hello to Uncle Chen, he led Yang Shitou into the house.
"Brother Shitou, you sit down first, I'll go cook."
"Ah, how about I do it."
"No, just wait."
After saying that, Yang Xiaotao had already taken out the pork skin jelly that he had cooked last night. It looked soft and delicious, and was elastic when pressed with his fingers.
"Xiao Tao, what is this?"
"Pork skin jelly, delicious."
Yang Xiaotao didn't explain much and continued to process the pig skin.
Waving the Garuda sword, Yang Shitou found that this hand was much stronger than that of the aunt in the village.
After a while, the pig skin was cut into finger-long strips. Yang Shitou, who was not one to sit still, picked up firewood and started a fire.
"There are so many pig skins. If you cook them, you will have to eat them for several days."
Yang Shitou sighed with emotion, and Yang Xiaotao smiled and said, "Bring some with you when you go back and let me have a taste."
"No, no. You'll get beaten if you go back."
"It's okay, just say I'm filial."
"this…"
"Okay, listen to me!"
Yang Shitou was silent.
The two of them were struggling for a while, and it was already past eight o'clock when they had dinner.
On the table, there is a pot of pork jelly, a bowl of braised pork rinds, a bowl of fat residue, and a bottle of chili sauce.
There is also a small plate in the middle containing garlic soy sauce.
Each of them had a bowl of rice in front of them, and there was still something left in the pot below.
Yang Shitou held the bowl, but even though his stomach growled with joy, he did not take down his chopsticks.
Such a meal is rare even during Chinese New Year in the village.
And they ate so much, the rice in the pot was enough for their family to eat for two days.
For a moment, Yang Shitou felt that Yang Xiaotao was so interesting, he must have made it specially when he came here.
My heart feels warm, just like the people in Yangjiazhuang.
Yang Xiaotao didn't care what Yang Shitou thought. He just doubled the amount of food he usually ate. As for the oily pork rinds and the like, although he didn't eat them often, they were not less oily and watery.
"Eat!"
Yang Xiaotao was the first to use his chopsticks, not forgetting to remind Yang Shitou, and then said, "There is no wine prepared at home, so just make do with it."
"it's okay no problem."
Yang Shitou also started eating.
The two of them finished the meal quickly without saying much. At the end, Yang Xiaotao got some pancakes and threw them to Wangcai.
After eating, Yang Shitou began to talk about the purpose of his visit.
"You said corn is good?"
"Well, they were very happy when I came."
"And Uncle Da Zhuang, he's in high spirits."
Yang Xiaotao nodded. Although he was sure of it for a long time, he still breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the news.
At least, after field testing, the reliability of hybrid corn can be proved.
Yang Shitou then talked about the situation in the village. Yang Xiaotao also asked about the situation of hybrid corn, and even told Yang Shitou that hybrid corn must not be used as seeds.
Yang Shitou didn't understand, and Yang Xiaotao couldn't explain it clearly, so he could only ask him to take the words back, and he must make it clear and not use them as seeds.
Although Yang Shitou didn't understand, seeing Yang Xiaotao's appearance must have been important, so he kept it in his heart.
Then the two talked for most of the night before falling asleep.
The next morning, Yang Xiaotao cooked some porridge and the two of them ate briefly. Yang Xiaotao was getting ready to go to work and Yang Shitou was getting ready to return to the village.
However, when Yang Shitou left, he was carrying something prepared by Yang Xiaotao.
Inside, there was not only a large piece of pig skin, twenty salted duck eggs, twenty salted goose eggs, but also two salted fish, and five small bottles of the kind of chili sauce he had eaten.
These pickled products are most suitable for farmers to use with their meals.
Yang Shitou touched the two packs of cigarettes on his chest and left the courtyard with a smile on his face.
Mrs. Jia Zhang was sitting at the door, looking at the big and small bags, and felt even worse.
Milk~~
Eat~~eat
At his feet, Banggong was eating his fingers and pouting.
"Grandson, are you hungry?"
Seeing Banggeng's appearance, Jia Zhang felt even more uncomfortable.
He hugged his eldest grandson and looked disgusted at Yang Xiaotao who was going out.
"You are a heartless little beast. You don't care whether you live or die with your predecessors, but you rip out your heart and lungs for outsiders."
"God is blind. It is unreasonable to let such a person live."
Yang Xiaotao had just walked to the front yard and heard the mourning gate behind him. He turned around and sneered, "Do you think everyone is as useless as your family?"
"Also, if you know that your own loser cannot afford to eat, then just be calm."
"Pretend to be pitiful, and someone will give you some stick noodles, otherwise you will starve to death, you old fat pig."
Yang Xiaotao was a quick talker. Seeing Jia Zhang's face turn red with anger, he immediately turned around and left.
Behind him, Mrs. Jia Zhang’s fingers were trembling, pointing at Yang Xiaotao and speechless.
When the guy next to him saw his grandma ignoring him, he immediately started crying.
Mrs. Jia Zhang didn't care about anything else and hurriedly hugged her eldest grandson.
"Bah, you little beast who can't find a wife, you have no sympathy at all. You deserve to die."
Mrs. Jia Zhang cursed in the yard for a while, then looked at Yang Xiaotao's yard, where the corns were growing thicker.
If you can get it back and grind it into flour, it will also be a good stick noodle.
Unfortunately, seeing Wangcai lying at the door, Jia Zhang's thoughts were completely lost.
Since the dog came to the courtyard, the area around Yang Xiaotao's yard has become a restricted area.
It was usually difficult to get close to him, but facing that damn vicious dog made her feel scared from the bottom of her heart. The strange scene on the roof immediately appeared in her mind, and she couldn't control her body.
"There is no good thing in the beasts raised by little beasts."
Jia Zhang cursed a few words, and the people in the yard had long been used to it.
Qin Huairu walked out holding her belly. This time the baby's belly was lower. The experienced old man saw that it was a girl, which made Qin Huairu feel uneasy.
Girls and boys have different statuses in this family.
What she thought was that it would be better to have a boy, so that her position could be consolidated.
It's not like now, where you are ordered around at home and you don't have the status of being the hostess of the house.
Yang Xiaotao ignored the clamor behind him, walked smoothly to the factory, and started working as planned.
However, during this period, the enthusiasm in the workshop became lower than usual, there were no upward promotion channels, and the food was not good, and the high revolutionary enthusiasm also subsided.
What's more, this is not a war era, and people are beginning to focus on their daily lives.
On the other side, Yang Shitou walked all the way with his hands on his back, and returned to Yangjiazhuang under the eyes of many people.
As soon as he entered the village, he was picked up by someone.
"Uncle Da Zhuang, I'm so exhausted."
Yang Dazhuang, who was picking up the people, looked at what Yang Shitou brought back and frowned.
What is this?
If you go to the city and bring something back and show it to outsiders, isn't that just to search for things?
The people in Yangjiazhuang still want this face.
Noticing that Yang Dazhuang's face looked strange, Yang Shitou had a sudden psychological shock.
However, thinking of Yang Xiaotao's explanation, I still said the original words.
"Uncle Da Zhuang, Xiao Tao said, this is for the great master, to honor his old man."
After saying that, he thought about it again and took out the two packs of cigarettes in his arms. He also liked these things, but compared with the village, this little thought immediately disappeared.
"well!"
Yang Dazhuang sighed, naturally knowing why Yang Xiaotao explained like this.
Considering Mr. Yang's personality, it's strange that he could keep these things.
It must be handed over to the village for everyone to use.
Mentally, Yang Xiaotao once again made a mental note that they, Yangjiazhuang, must be able to take advantage of this favor.
"Let's go."
"Oh, okay."
The two came to Mr. Yang's house. Mr. Yang was smoking dry cigarettes, and Xinli was calculating whether the seeds produced in that acre of land would be enough to plant in the village.
"came back?"
Seeing Yang Shitou walking into the house, followed by Yang Dazhuang, still carrying something in his hand, Mr. Yang also frowned.
However, it soon relaxed.
Yang Shitou put the things down and said it again.
Mr. Yang nodded, "Dazhuang, since we have brought everything, you will accept it on behalf of the village. This is also Xiaotao's contribution."
"good."
Yang Dazhuang, who had known the result for a long time, did not refuse. He knew best what was going on in the team now. With these things around, even if it was just a drop in the bucket, it could inspire people.
"By the way, Grandpa, uncle Zhuang."
Yang Shitou suddenly became serious, "Xiao Tao specifically explained it."
"The corn that grows from this must not be used as seed food."
"What?"
"Can't it be used as seed food?"
"What's going on?"
Taiye and Da Zhuang exclaimed at the same time. They had planned to do a big job next year to solve the problem of food and clothing in the village.
Now that it is said that it cannot be used as seed food, isn't this a bucket of cold water poured on my heart?
"Well, this Xiaotao said a lot of truths."
Yang Shitou scratched his head, asking him to drive and work was a good thing, but asking him to read and write was like listening to a book from heaven, just a formality.
"Anyway, Xiao Tao said that he will take care of the seeds."
"What we harvest must not be used as seed food."
Yang Shitou said categorically, because that was how Yang Xiaotao looked when he gave the explanation.
The two of them concealed their shock and remained silent for a long time. Yang Dazhuang raised his head and said, "Master, why don't I go there again and ask for details."
He was still unwilling to accept it.
How many seeds can Yang Xiaotao provide?
They have four to five hundred acres of land in Yangjiazhuang, which is related to the livelihood of the whole village.
"No need to go."
Mr. Yang knocked the cigarette pot on the threshold and shook out the cigarette ashes, his face unwavering.
"Xiao Tao is a capable person."
"He said it can't be used as seed food, so it can't be used as seed food."
Mr. Yang looked up and saw that Yang Dazhuang hadn't figured out the situation yet, "You, your head usually spins very fast, why are you confused now?"
"Let me ask you, who made this corn?"
Yang Dazhuang trembled, "It's Xiao Tao."
"right."
"Xiao Tao has even produced such good corn, how can he be worse than you?"
"You can think of it, but he can't think of it?"
"It was just because I thought about it that I stopped it."
"There is a lot of learning here."
When Yang Dazhuang heard this, he let out a sigh of relief.
"Your Majesty is right. We farmers don't understand this kind of thing, so we still have to leave it to people who know."
Seeing this, Mr. Yang nodded happily.
The village has a big man, and they like him because he is practical and practical.
"Okay, let's go back."
"The old man won't let you eat anymore."
As he said that, he picked up two packs of cigarettes and walked into the house, "These cigarettes are too weak."
He spoke with disgust, but he held it tightly for fear of being taken away.
Yang Dazhuang and Yang Dazhuang looked at each other with wry smiles on their faces.
