In the age of rebirth, I became popular in the pastoral live broadcast

On the way back from get off work, the system started to provide her with psychological counseling without worrying about it, as if she was worried that she would be irritable or depressed. They even took the initiative to give her a bouquet of nandina and a chicken. There was a box of exquisite cakes, saying that when you are in a bad mood, food and flowers can be the best cure, and it was so heart-breaking.

Song Hongguo let it flutter and refused to accept anyone who came.

When I arrived at the door of the house, I saw two little guys working in the open space from a distance. In addition, Zhao Baoqing was also there, bending over and helping to dig the ground. When he went down with the hoe, the ground was turned up to be dozens of centimeters thick.

Song Hongguo shouted "Uncle!"

Only then did Zhao Baoqing stop, turned around, and greeted her, "Hongguo, are you off work?"

"Well, you are..."

"I saw them digging the ground, so I asked more, what kind of yams do you want to plant..." When Zhao Baoqing said this, he looked at her with bright eyes, filled with cautious expectation, "This yam is... Digging it from our mountain?"

Song Hongguo nodded, she didn't want to hide it, she knew everything, "Last time I had a rest, I took the two children to go for a walk in the mountains. I originally dug some wild vegetables, but I didn't expect there were wild yams. I dug some up and brought them back. The taste is not much different from the one I bought, so I just wanted to try it and see if I could grow it..."

Zhao Baoqing listened carefully. When she finished speaking, he couldn't wait to say, "It's hard to find wild yams. In the past, no one in the village went to the mountains to dig, but after a long time of hard work, he couldn't find a few. It was not enough to waste time." Yes, how did you find it?"

Song Hongguo explained the tips for finding yams in detail, and finally warned, "When you dig, don't dig too clean. At least leave a small part in the soil, so that you can have yams to eat every year."

Zhao Baoqing said with deep approval, "You're right, we can't kill the goose to retrieve the eggs. I will definitely tell you later that we must leave something for our descendants..."

Song Hongguo added, "I think you can try growing your own. Growing yams is no worse than growing vegetables. When harvested in autumn, you can keep them and eat them slowly. They can be used as both vegetables and food. Moreover, eating them regularly is good for the spleen and stomach."

Hearing this, Zhao Baoqing frowned. It was not that he was unmoved, but he said, "There is no extra land. We have arranged all the private land. If we don't grow enough vegetables, what will we eat in the months before the autumn harvest? Just rely on melons." Vegetables are filling your stomach, so you have to set aside some to grow sweet potatoes, otherwise there will be no food to eat in the winter. Yams are good, but they are not as productive as sweet potatoes."

Song Hongguo reminded, "What about the front and back of the house? There can always be some land, right? I see that every house in our village has a big yard. If you go around it, there is a lot of land."

Zhao Baoqing was still hesitant.

Song Hongguo read a passage to him, "First, allow members to raise poultry and livestock privately. Second, restore the private land system. Third, encourage members to use their sporadic time to make full use of scattered idle land, and the harvest can be freely controlled by individuals. Fourth, the scattered trees in front of and behind the house, including bamboo and fruit trees, will still be returned to the members as private property, and members will be rewarded for using the front and back of the house and other abandoned land to grow bamboo, wood and fruit, and whoever grows them will get it."

This was the original quote she had collected from the newspaper when she was preparing to plant the row of fruit trees along the courtyard wall. It had an accurate source. She was not making it up. It was an instruction given by the senior leader last year. It has been published in newspapers, but information dissemination is really lagging behind now, so many people don't even know about it, or they have only heard a few words about it.

Sure enough, you can tell by looking at Zhao Baoqing's expression.

Zhao Baoqing asked in surprise, "Is this all true?"

Song Hongguo smiled and said, "These are all the original words in the newspaper. If you don't believe it, wait until I find last year's old newspaper and show it to you. Didn't our superiors convey it to you?"

Zhao Baoqing shook his head and nodded, "I did say a little bit about private land, raising chickens and pigs, but I didn't say it very clearly. The raising is for free, but not too much. As for land reclamation... I didn't say anything about the front and back of the house. Yes, it's also vague, but it would be great if there was such a clear instruction, Hongguo, are you sure? It really won't be considered as 'developing capitalism', right?"

"No!" Song Hongguo read another paragraph to him, "Producing more grain is the best policy. Go back to the corners of the land and have a few apprentices. Whoever sows will reap. No requisition or purchase. This is mainly to provide feed, and partly for human consumption. When restoring private vegetable gardens, we must give appropriate space to our own land. This is also what the big leader said, and he also pointed out that the sideline businesses and sub-industries of the members’ families are necessary supplements to the socialist economy and are small freedoms under the large collective, allowing for appropriate development. .”

The more Zhao Baoqing listened, the more excited he became, "Is there more?"

Song Hongguo thought for a while and then said, "I also said that about raising pigs, both public and private raising should be carried out, with private raising as the mainstay, and the rural market trade should be lively but not chaotic, manage but not dead, and let go Liven up rural markets and don’t impose too many restrictions.”

"well……"

Seeing that Zhao Baoqing was so excited that he was making unfavorable remarks, Song Hongguo couldn't help but sigh in her heart. This is the helplessness these days. Many policies are not implemented enough and even misinterpreted. She has seen it in her previous life and said that some places I don’t know how it was conveyed, but at the grassroots level, many things changed their taste, causing many things that were just bizarre.

Now, she doesn't want to pretend to be confused. After all, if she wants to live here in the future, she can't let some people cause trouble. Anyway, the words she just said have a clear source, and they are said by the big boss. No one will question them. .

After Zhao Baoqing calmed down, she quickly changed the subject, "Uncle, besides yams, I also found something on the mountain."

"What is it?" Zhao Baoqing looked at her now, as if he were looking at a sparkling treasure, and kept asking, "Is it also edible? Did you dig it back? Can you show it to your uncle?"

"Of course!"

Song Hongguo called the two children and led Zhao Baoqing into the gate.

Zhao Baoqing had also been here the day he bought the house. At that time, the yard was full of weeds, and he helped pull them out. Now that he stepped in again, if those rooms didn't look familiar, he would have suspected that he had gone to the wrong place. , there are wild roses and thorn roses planted along the wall in the front yard. Although they are not rare things and are quite common in the mountains, looking at them like this makes people feel full of vitality, their eyes are full of green, and their hearts feel relaxed and open. stand up.

Fences and the like are also common, but they look neat and tidy. Walking further in, across the small pond, the front of the main house is even more delicately arranged, especially the two spectacular peony trees, which are like giant open umbrellas, attracting people's attention. eyeball.

Zhao Baoqing nodded from time to time and kept praising her for her abilities. It wasn't until he saw the big vat that his attention was drawn to it.