The years of red flags

Chapter 75 Harvest
Zhong Yuemin was so intoxicated by love all day long, he would never think of what would happen to him next, Ma Guiping told Jiang Hua to transfer, Zhong Yuemin also listened to it, learning did not stop, but it was just the leftover time of love.

In the blink of an eye, it will be the harvest time. The wind blows the wheat waves, causing the layers of wheat to swell in the ground. This scene cannot be described as spectacular, but it should be called vibrant.

The folks in Shichuan Village are all smiling. This year's harvest is gratifying. You don't need to wait for the harvest to be weighed. You can tell with the naked eye that the harvest has definitely increased by a few percent.

Everyone is more motivated to harvest this year. Who is not happy with so much grain? After sharpening the sickle, the sound of harvesting is so pleasant.

In a few days, the whole village's crops have been harvested, and the ears of wheat are beaten repeatedly on the threshing floor, and then dried in the sun.

Piles of grain were piled up on the threshing floor, and the villagers stood around with their hips akimbo, talking happily to each other.

The county leader came again, driving a small jeep, bringing the secretary who was so flattering, and Ma Guiping.

The county leader directly drove the car to the threshing ground with ease. Seeing the piles of grain, the director smiled all over his face.

The director put his hands on his hips and said imposingly: "Okay, great harvest, I like to see such scenes."

"Chang Gui, did you weigh yourself?"

Chang Gui walked up to the director with the cigarette stick, bent slightly and said, "The leader is here at the right time, we will weigh it today."

The leader waved his hand: "Then let's start weighing."

Villagers carry a large scale, put the wheat in baskets, and then hang it on the hook of the scale. A person is there to move the weight, and once the number is determined, he will call out loudly.

Huang Wenbin sat next to a brought-in Eight Immortals table, wrote down the weight of each basket, and finally compiled the data.

After half a day, all the food was finally weighed, and Huang Wenbin's fingers almost lost their shadows on the abacus.

Finally, he wrote down a number and handed it to the director. The director smiled when he saw the number. As a county director, he knows many things in his mind. He probably knows how much grain the village produces. , 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 then said: "This year, it has increased by more than [-]% compared to last year, nearly [-]%."

"It's all because of this fertilizer, right?"

Huang Wenbin flipped through the ledger, nodded and said, "Probably, just now there was a small pile of experimental fields for educated youths, and the yield per mu was even higher than ours."

The director applauded happily, the secretary also applauded, Ma Guiping followed, then the educated youths, and finally the whole village applauded.

"Very good, this kind of experience needs to be promoted, and the whole county must know it, no, it must be known to the whole province and the whole country."

The leader looked at the young intellectuals, and then said with a smile: "I said before that I would record credit for you, not only to record credit, but also to hold a commendation meeting for you and bring big red flowers to let the educated youth in the county know that I want to set you up. as a model."

Even Zhong Yuemin and Zheng Tong's faces were red, so excited.

The director also knew that Jiang Hua was in the lead, so he walked up to Jiang Hua and asked, "How old is this little comrade?"

"Nineteen years old."

The director patted Jiang Hua on the shoulder and boasted: "Okay, aspirations don't come at a young age. Intellectual young people like you should play a leading role. I, the director, am very pleased that you can do this. Little comrades have Didn't you join the organization?"

"Not yet, I'm still far behind, and I still need to continue to exercise."

"Do I think you are qualified enough to join the organization, Chang Gui, your village should treat Comrade Jianghua's joining the organization as a top priority."

Chang Gui nodded: "Hey."

The director put his hands on his hips and said: "I didn't come in vain today. I'm very happy. After this harvest is completed, I will hold a meeting to commend you Shichuan Village and these educated youths. Just wait for the announcement."

Chang Gui's dark face seemed to be glowing red, this may be the brightest moment in his life.

Chang Gui said firmly: "Director, whatever you say today, you have to eat in our Shichuan Village. The newly harvested wheat flour is ground, and we eat fried noodles."

The director nodded: "I want to eat this meal. Is it a good harvest? I ate your noodles. I also want to ask you, Chang Gui, to help me pass on this composting technique to the farmer brothers in the whole county." .”

Chang Gui said with some embarrassment: "I'm definitely willing, but I won't say it!"

So Jiang Hua stood up and said: "Director, it is still not enough to promote it with the strength of our village alone. I suggest that some technicians from the county and some villages with good skills come to Shichuan Village to learn, and then work together. Pass two, two pass four, so it will be spread out soon."

The director turned his head and said to the secretary: "This suggestion is very good, you should write it down, discuss and implement it as soon as you get back, and 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 quickly recorded in the notebook, nodding while writing: "Okay Director, I promise to write down every word."

For dinner, Uncle Changgui's mother-in-law and aunt made oily noodles, fried eggs from chickens raised by educated youths, and killed a young rooster.

The fat director ate his mouth full of oil, rubbed his mouth, took the secretary and Ma Guiping, got into the jeep and left in a hurry.

Ma Guiping hurriedly asked his mother-in-law to put away the leftover chicken soup. Tomorrow, he put some vegetables and stewed it for the children to eat.

The folks know that the village chief’s house is open for meat, so it’s not their turn. They mainly focus on the wheat in the threshing floor, and put all the wheat in the warehouse first. What should be paid is sold, and the rest is theirs. rations.

According to this year's form, there will be a lot of wheat left, and it will be distributed to each household at that time. Whether it is dumplings or steamed buns, everyone will be able to eat a few full meals during the Chinese New Year. This is already the biggest feeling they can feel now. happy.

Jiang Hua's second trick worked again. The first trick had convinced the villagers to trust him, and the second trick worked again. Now it is estimated that Jiang Hua's prestige is already higher than Chang Gui's.

Now the enthusiasm of the villagers to take care of the apple trees is high. They have already believed that Jianghua can grow apples and sell them to the supply and marketing cooperatives. By the end of the year, they will really have money left over for their mothers-in-law and children to make new clothes.

　Begging for monthly tickets and rewards, for the sake of grades, I'm going all out

　　
　
(End of this chapter)