Yang Dazhuang looked at Mr. Yang and others who were energized and not tired at all after staying up late. He didn't say much in his heart. He just watched a few old people calculating with pens and paper.
Yang Dazhuang did not dare to disturb them, so he turned around and walked aside, looking at the piles of grain and feeling relaxed.
Taking a deep breath, he turned around and walked into the brigade headquarters. When he came out, there was already a long gun on his back.
The barrel of the gun exudes a cold air, which is very noticeable in the early morning.
"Militia, assemble!"
There was a cold shout, and those who were still laughing on the top of the grain pile heard it, jumped down immediately, and ran to line up in front of Yang Dazhuang with a roar.
Soon, the young girls, wives, old women and children all around them dispersed to one side, leaving an open space in the middle.
Yang Dazhuang stood in front with a solemn face.
Five minutes later, people running from home joined the team one after another, and the four rows were lined up neatly.
Yang Shitou ran out and said, "Report to the captain that the militia team has assembled."
"58 people were supposed to be present, but actually 58 were present. Please give instructions."
Yang Dazhuang nodded with satisfaction and looked at everyone.
"Everything is done, take a rest!"
Wow
"Comrades, our village's harvest has come this year."
"As you can see, it's a good harvest, a bumper harvest."
Yang Dazhuang waved his palms, with an excited look on his face.
Everyone below was equally excited, there was so much food, no need to starve!
"But our mission is not completed yet."
"It is the task of our militia to protect the food before it is delivered to the town."
“Are you confident you can finish it?”
"have!"
A group of strong young men roared together.
Infected by the sound, even the women and children around him became excited.
"good."
"I will assign tasks next."
"First team, you cooperate with the children's team and be responsible for the presence of the guards."
"yes!"
"The second team is responsible for guarding the brigade headquarters and granary."
"No one is allowed to come near without the permission of the village leader!"
"Yes, I promise to complete the task!"
"Teams 3 and 4 will take a temporary break and rotate every half a day. Don't slack off!"
"yes."
"Now, the commanders of each unit receive their weapons and carry out their missions!"
Everyone dispersed, while Yang Dazhuang was waiting in the yard for the final result.
The same scene was staged in several surrounding villages.
Soon, teams were patrolling these rural fields. The leading squad leader carried a gun on his back. Some of the militiamen behind him were holding red-tasseled guns, and some were carrying large blades with serious expressions.
Any disturbance is their focus.
Another day passed. In the brigade headquarters of Yangjiazhuang Commune, a group of people gathered around the table, waiting for the results.
"I've done it three times, it's not wrong."
Mr. Yang held the notebook in his hand with a smile on his face.
The elders and senior officials of the surrounding villages were all smiling.
Yang Dazhuang took the book, read it again and again, and finally shouted happily to the people outside.
"One hundred and ten thousand catties, one hundred and ten thousand catties!"
There was a burst of cheers outside the door immediately.
Someone next to me added, "The yield per mu is 500 kilograms. It has not been so much in recent years."
When I heard the news outside, I was shocked again.
"Five hundred catties, sir, five hundred catties."
"Oh my God, if I weighed three to four hundred pounds before, it would be considered a blessing from God. My dear!"
"This is only half of the land. If all this land is planted with this kind of corn, hoohoo, quickly calculate, how much will we have left."
"Damn, I don't have enough fingers to count!"
"You blind idiot!"
"you are not?"
"Yes, yes, we all do, but there are so many damn ones."
"That's right! Our village will definitely not have to go hungry this time!"
"Then you still need to say..."
There was endless chatter outside the door, and everyone was frightened by hunger.
Especially since last year, the public surplus grain has increased a lot. Throughout the winter, people in the village have been living with empty stomachs.
The adults were okay and could tolerate eating some wild vegetables, but the boys in the family were growing up, and they had no energy to make noises if they didn't have enough to eat.
After a long time, the people who work are hungry and have no energy.
Now, everyone has expectations in their hearts.
Yang Dazhuang carefully put the notebook into his arms, then patted his chest with a smile on his face.
Everyone around you will also smile.
They naturally have an account in mind.
The wheat harvested this year is only about 50,000 jins, and the other 20,000 to 30,000 jins are scattered, adding up to a total of 200,000 jins.
This is 30,000 to 40,000 kilograms more than usual for the same period of the year.
Yang Dazhuang was thinking that he would pay more public surplus grain this year than last year, and then subtract the rations left by the village to grow grain.
After doing this, there are still three to four thousand kilograms left.
This includes the food rations for the whole village.
As long as there is so much food in the autumn, Yangjiazhuang will be completely free from famine, and there will be no more hungry people.
In an instant, several people in the room smiled.
"Master, let me do the math. Apart from what we handed in, each family left at least three thousand kilograms!"
"Our village has become a surplus grain village!"
Yuliang Village is not easy in this era, but it represents an increase in productivity.
In this kind of village, not only can there be enough food, but it is also famous far and wide for the young people in the village to find wives.
Mr. Yang's face remained calm despite the laughter, but in his heart, like everyone else, he was excited about the harvested food.
He took out the unopened cigarette box from his pocket, opened it with trembling fingers, then took out one and placed the rest on the table.
When the people around him saw it, they all picked it up and shared a cigarette with each other. In the end, Yang Dazhuang put the cigarette box in his pocket. This cigarette was of great use.
Everyone lit a fire and the room was filled with smoke.
"Big and strong."
Mr. Yang suddenly spoke, drawing everyone's attention.
"Master, tell me!"
"Well! Let me ask you, how much grain did your village support from the country last year?"
After Mr. Yang asked, everyone in the room lowered their heads.
There wasn't much food in their village last year, or in other words, in the entire countryside, if they wanted to complete their mission, they didn't have much food on hand.
Finally, when we can no longer survive, we have no choice but to ask the country to help us.
Yang Dazhuang said without thinking, "Master, last year we owed one thousand kilograms of coarse grains!"
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"What about the year before last?"
The grandfather asked again.
"400 pounds of whole grains!"
Da da
Mr. Yang moved his buttocks and asked, "How much do we owe in total?"
Yang Dazhuang made a mental calculation, "Since the last severe typhoon, we have borrowed a total of 5,280 kilograms of coarse grains over the past few years."
After hearing this number, everyone was silent for a while.
They also knew that the village had borrowed food from others in recent years. Although this was a helpless move, they felt like they owed money to others and were so stressed that they couldn't breathe.
Now, when I heard that there was a food shortage of more than 5,000 kilograms, everyone no longer smiled as before.
Mr. Yang nodded, then looked at the people around him and said, "What's wrong? Is everything gone?"
"If you owe money and pay it back, there is no shame in it."
"Dazhuang, what I mean is to collect the extra 3,280 kilograms and pay it back first."
"When the autumn harvest is over, return the rest."
"We are guarding so much food and have such good seeds, but we still worry about not having enough to eat?"
After Mr. Yang finished speaking, Yang Dazhuang nodded immediately.
"Yes, with such good seeds, there will be a bumper harvest in a few months."
"Yes, yes, this time we will plant more varieties and plant 400 acres!"
"You only grow corn and nothing else? What do you eat?"
"What to eat? I'll be satisfied if I have stick noodles to eat every day!"
"Yep……"
When the topic was opened, everyone started vomiting again.
Yang Dazhuang saw everyone agreeing, but in his heart he was extremely grateful to Yang Xiaotao for changing everything.
"Okay, in two days it will be the day for our area to hand over public food."
"Dazhuang, get ready."
"Master, I know."
"By the way, does this high-yielding corn matter need to be reported?"
Yang Dazhuang asked another question that everyone was concerned about.
In their minds, of course it is their own village that will benefit first.
Yang Xiaotao doesn't have much seeds, and Yangjiazhuang alone can consume enough. If this is revealed, how many more can the village get?
The good life that they were about to live was gone in the blink of an eye. Even the old people in the village felt a little fed up.
Mr. Yang looked around and said sonorously, "You guys, I have thrown away all the little Jiujiu in your heart."
"If such good seeds are not handed over to the state, what use will they have in our hands?"
"Just be content. Xiaotao was the first to think about our village, but now he still doesn't get enough credit?"
Mr. Yang stood up. Some people around him were ashamed, lowered their heads and then raised them again.
The hesitation just now was gone from his face.
"Big and strong."
"Last time Xiaotao came back to deliver seeds, Xiaotao and I discussed this matter."
"He has already compiled and submitted the information, but the details have not yet been revealed."
"We consider it a practice here. When the time comes, you can explain it clearly to the people at the grain store and ask them to report it as well."
Yang Dazhuang nodded.
"Since it's Xiao Tao's intention, it's easy to handle."
"Anyway, we only focus on farming, and we still have to rely on him for the seeds!"
The people around him nodded after hearing this, and their hearts were relieved.
After all, this kind of thing was created by Yang Xiaotao alone.
That's what people do.
However, Yang Dazhuang knew that this kind of magical weapon that benefits the country and the people can play its greatest role in the hands of the country.
In my heart, I was satisfied with how well Yang Xiaotao handled it.
Two days later, at dawn, the laborers in Yangjiazhuang tied up the grain bags with carts, and then one person pushed the cart, and someone else pulled it the year before, and walked towards the town.
Today is the day for them to pay the public grain. In addition to the public grain, there is also the surplus grain sold and the balance paid.
The place where the town is located is called Dacun. As the name suggests, it is the largest village in the surrounding area, with a large population and many battlefields. Important gatherings and markets are also held here.
When the sun rises, the roads are full of carts and farmers carrying burdens.
"Hey, Yang Shitou, your team is quite long!"
In the team, the Qu family’s Zaohu drivers were carrying their burdens like cart-wheels, with corn particles inside at both ends.
The two of them saw each other a lot on weekdays, and they became familiar with each other.
Yang Shitou pushed the cart hard, and there were five bags stacked on the cart. Lao Gao couldn't see the road ahead, so he could only rely on the person pulling the cart to guide him.
"That's right, our village has a big harvest this year!"
Yang Shitou knew who it was by hearing the voice, and without tilting his head, he tried his best to hold on to the armrest of the car.
"Oh, your car is not light!"
The man glanced at the car mark, then looked behind him.
Their village's harvest this year is the same as last year's. Because it is close to the river, although there is not much land, the village has the most good irrigated fields.
In normal years, their village also reaps the most.
But now, looking at the long queue in Yangjiazhuang, every car is full, I can't help but murmur in my heart.
"No, I'm exhausted."
Yang Shitou felt that the rope on his shoulders was about to cut into his flesh, and his legs were a little unruly.
"Shitou, your village has made a lot of contributions this time."
"Of course!"
"You guys, that's not right. I haven't seen so many of you in normal years. You won't hand over all the rations, right?"
Yang Shitou shook his head, "What will we eat if we pay the rations?"
"makes sense!"
The man was confused and quickly returned to his team.
Along the way, many people in the village saw something strange in Yangjiazhuang, but no one asked, they just communicated in low voices.
Each village has its own difficulties when it comes to paying too much but not paying enough.
But for national construction, that kind of high-spirited enthusiasm will only give them unconditional support.