Siheyuan: Starting from Saving Qin Huai Ru

Chapter 582 Going to the Field with Zhu Hong
"I'm furious!"

"I thought they were some very powerful people before, but they turned out to be similar to Zhang Jiang!"

Sitting in the car, Zhu Hong spoke angrily.

Zheng Chaoyang and others showed almost no disdain towards Zhang Jiang, which really made Zhu Hong angry.

Didn't they see that Zhang Jiang uttered big words first and then ran away?

What is there to be amazed or envious about this kind of behavior at both ends of the first mouse?

"Okay, okay, don't get angry with them."

He Yuzhu said: "They all know Zhang Jiang. Zhang Jiang was also a leader in your compound before, so it's not surprising to have such thoughts."

"Besides, they have no grievances with Zhang Jiang."

"I have no grievances with Zhang Jiang!" Zhu Hong immediately said, "I am just from the most normal point of view. How can someone run away halfway after saying something?"

"Such a person is a scum that doesn't count!"

He Yuzhu was a little speechless: Look at your evaluation, you are scolded, and you say you have no grievances?
Zhu Hong was so angry that she looked out the window at the sight of people walking backwards and pedestrians on bicycles.

"Aren't you going to work this afternoon?"

He Yuzhu said: "It's okay to go up, or not to go up, after all, I have already arranged the work."

"That's fine, let's go outside the city to relax today?"

Zhu Hong suggested.

He Yuzhu looked at her in surprise: "This autumn, there is a sense of murder everywhere, and everything is withered; outside the city is the work of the production team, what is there to relax?"

Zhu Hong was sullen and stopped talking.

He Yuzhu smiled: "Okay, let's relax."

"Xiao Liu, where is your house? First drive to your house, and then I will drive by myself."

"what?"

The driver Xiao Liu was taken aback: "Director He, can you drive?"

After hearing He Yuzhu's affirmative answer, the driver Xiao Liu was still a little uneasy: "Why don't you try driving first? If there is anything, I can help?"

He is also afraid. Director He must not just drive directly because he sees that driving is easy.

If something happens at that time, I will really be in bad luck.

He Yuzhu smiled, asked him to stop the car, and drove the car around a few turns before returning to the original place: "Do you think I can drive?"

The driver Xiao Liu immediately felt relieved: "Of course you can drive!"

After finishing speaking, he got out of the car by himself: "Director He, you can drive to work, my house is not far ahead, I will just walk home by myself!"

Of course He Yuzhu knew that he was being polite, and asked him to get in the car to take him home, but he didn't get in either.

"Don't be so determined to walk back, let's take the bus." He Yuzhu said, "Ten miles away, it's quite tiring."

The driver, Xiao Liu, laughed quickly and said, "It's not in the way, it's not in the way, it's not too far away!"

After he declined, he turned and left.

He Yuzhu was really helpless in his heart - he really didn't want to play this kind of prestige, but the driver, Xiao Liu, was too discerning!
He drove out of Sijiu City with Zhu Hong in his car.

Looking around, flat fields and occasional rolling hills are all in sight.

Zhu Hong was a little surprised along the way: "Brother Yuzhu, you really know how to drive a car!"

"Um……"

He Yuzhu stopped the car by the side of the road and led Zhu Hong out of the car.

Looking at this scenery, can you relax?

In the field, people from the production team are tending the land, busy.

They turned up the land and held up iron prongs to break up clods of soil, for fear that there would be large pieces of hardened land, which would delay the planting and growth of winter wheat.

This kind of work is enough to make ordinary urbanites who have never done farm work suffer from backaches and calluses on their hands within 200 meters.

However, this is the simplest and most relaxing farm work.

Zhu Hong originally wanted to relax and make himself feel more comfortable, but seeing these people's busyness, he became a little curious.

"Why are they beating the dirt in the fields?"

"It's not soil, but clods of soil. From Shandong to Hebei to Henan, this clod of soil is called Tukela. Breaking up the soil and fertilizing it is an important method to ensure the next year's grain production..."

As He Yuzhu was talking, he suddenly remembered a certain magical advertisement "Jinkela" in later generations, and couldn't help showing a little smile—the magic fertilizer developed by foreigners and brought to our country is actually called Jinkela, and it was transported by train from abroad The picture of Jin Kela is so outrageous that it is hard to stretch.

It would be really strange if a foreigner could know what "kela" is.

"Will the yield per mu be high?" Zhu Hong asked.

He Yuzhu shook his head slightly: "It won't be very high, but compared to the fields that have not been plowed and fertilized, the harvest will be higher, but in essence, it is not out of the labor scope of traditional agriculture."

To really increase agricultural production, various chemical fertilizers and pesticides are needed. Now the production team has to kill insects manually, and manually catch voles and human and animal feces as fertilizer...The production can only be said to be the ultimate improvement of human labor, but it will eventually reach limit.

It's not just collective labor and laziness, but the output of this model really has a limit. It depends on God's face. If there is no change and innovation, the limit is the food and clothing.

The limitation of traditional agriculture is that it is almost impossible for man to conquer the sky.

Unless there are a lot of perfect facilities, it is possible.

"Brother Yuzhu, what are you laughing at?" Zhu Hong looked at He Yuzhu and asked with a smile on his face.

"It's nothing, I just thought of some things about agricultural work."

He Yuzhu said.

Zhu Hong asked again: "What is it, can you tell me?"

He Yuzhu smiled and didn't say anything.

Tell Zhu Hong "Jinkela"?
This kind of thing is still too early for this era.

Seeing him like this, Zhu Hong didn't relax anymore, and got back into the car directly.

"Go back?" He Yuzhu also returned to the car and asked.

Zhu Hong handed over his palm: "My hands are cold, please warm them up."

He Yuzhu looked at her inquiringly.

Zhu Hong lowered her head, as if nothing happened, she grabbed He Yuzhu's hand and wrapped it around her palm.

After a while, her palms warmed up, she hummed a song as if nothing had happened, and looked at the scenery outside the front window: "Children of heroes... brave..."

Her fingers moved slowly, and she crossed He Yuzhu's fingers.

Then he swallowed a mouthful of saliva lightly, fiddled with He Yuzhu's palm as if he was idle and fiddled with him casually.

He Yuzhu withdrew his hand: "Go back?"

Zhu Hong was startled for a moment, but did not speak.

"Go back, I'll see you off."

He Yuzhu said again.

Zhu Hong was silent, and suddenly said: "My hands are still a little cold."

He Yuzhu turned to look at her.

She and He Yuzhu looked at each other, then slightly turned their eyes away.

(End of this chapter)