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Xia Mingshuang didn't want Gu Yunshan to worry, so he waved to him and patted the car window to signal him to go to work.

After Gu Yunshan drove away, Xia Mingshuang went to the Revolutionary Committee compound carrying a small bag, a water bottle and a folder.

The courtyard of the revolutionary committee in the commune was different from the one in the city. There were no regular buildings and formal gates here.

This courtyard was probably a large courtyard of a landlord's house in the past. It was bombed by artillery fire. Most of the blue brick wall and black painted solid wood gate collapsed. It was later repaired but no blue brick wall was used. There was only a low wall half a person's height. The gate is also made of wooden fence.

It seems that the commune is quite simple, and no money has been spent to renovate the elegant office buildings.

Xia Mingshuang went straight in and found the man responsible for patrolling and guarding the door in the small house next to the gate.

Xia Mingshuang explained the purpose of his visit, "Hello, uncle, I am a staff member from the Planning Bureau who came to inspect the situation of sericulture in our commune."

When the uncle heard this, his dull eyes immediately lit up. He looked at Xia Mingshuang and said, "Comrade, do you look strange?"

Xia Mingshuang: "Ah, I was transferred from another department."

She deliberately said two words with a southern accent.

The uncle hurriedly asked her to go to the office and wait. "Our director and deputy director have gone to the brigade to inspect the crops. I will go and shout for you."

Xia Mingshuang: "Then let me go together."

The uncle also wanted to invite her to the office, but Xia Mingshuang insisted on going downstairs to take a look.

The uncle looked at her clean clothes, face and hair. The local spring was very windy and sandy. If she walked or rode there, she would be disgraced, which would make Director Xia angry.

He shouted at the top of his lungs for someone to drive the carriage, and even asked someone to spread the mat to block the wind and sun.

When the carriage came closer, Xia Mingshuang was a little stunned. Which one was this?

I saw that the carriage carriage was supported by mats on the carriage shed, and there were big red words of happiness affixed to the carriage shed.

The uncle laughed and said: "Lao Liu's family got married yesterday. It was just in time for the spring planting. I had no time during the day and could only watch the children get off work in the evening to get married. The young man can't ride a bicycle and he can't let his wife come over. Captain I arranged a carriage to pick him up."

Xia Mingshuang didn't ask any more questions and took a carriage to go down to the brigade to find the commune cadres.

The Revolutionary Committee of Dahe Commune is located in Dahe Production Team. The director of the commune is the original town secretary and the deputy director is the original mayor of the town. Guandong Shan, also known as Secretary Guan and Director Guan, usually likes to stroll around the production teams of various brigade and watch them farm.

Ever since he started planting mulberry seedlings and raising silkworms in the past two years, he has been troubled. He has aged several years and his hair has become white several times.

At the moment, he was in the Dahe Brigade brainwashing the brigade party secretary and captain, "Why are you asked to plant mulberry seedlings? Because your brigade is right next to the commune. Besides, we don't ask all your production teams to plant mulberry seedlings, right?" Let the production team closest to the commune be planted? Think about it, if the clerk comes down to inspect, he doesn’t have the energy or thought to go all the way to the production team below, right? Just let them take a look here."

Captain He was still a bit confused, "Director, our team has already planted a large area of ​​mulberry seedlings, so what if we plant them again this year? Those silkworm seeds... they are difficult to maintain. A large area will die at the slightest trace, and we won't be able to harvest a few cocoons." .”

Director Guan looked at the party secretary next to him, "Secretary An, what do you mean?"

Anzhi Shu clicked the pot of his pipe, took a few puffs, frowned at the word "Sichuan" between his brows, and sighed: "I told you, we might as well grow tobacco. After harvesting, we can burn the tobacco ourselves, and the tobacco leaves can be exchanged for food by giving them to the cigarette factory." .”

They are really... not very good at raising silkworms.

But the above plan must be implemented. What they say makes sense. Everyone must contribute to socialist production and construction and contribute to earning foreign exchange through exports.

It is not easy for a country to have export business to earn foreign exchange, and it must be grasped.

Now the planners ask them to expand production and double the number of mulberry seedlings. Can they not be embarrassed?

Nearly [-] acres have been planted before, and there is not enough farmland to grow that kind of crops. Where will the food rations come from?

You can’t eat resold food every year, right?

This era is not like the 60/61 period. The branch secretary and captain of the brigade felt embarrassed and couldn't bear to eat rebate grain.

Director Guan: "If it doesn't work, you can plant a few more acres."

The liaison officer chuckled and said: "Director, I don't think we need to do more. If they come down to inspect, we will show them this area today and the area behind the mountain tomorrow. We will take a few more laps. Anyway, they can't do it." do not know."

Director Guan said with a bluff, "You are the only one who knows how to be clever."

The liaison officer scratched his head and laughed, aren't you also fooling the officers coming down from above? Why am I being so clever?

Just then, the officer who stayed behind in the office hurried over on his bicycle and ran up the field, panting, "It's not good, it's not good!"

Director Guan raised his foot and kicked him over, "You fucking talk to me."

It's bad enough that you are still here to badmouth me.

Left-behind officer: "Come on, come on! A planner is here!"

Director Guan closed his eyes, yes, what is supposed to come will always come. They have fooled people for two years, and they will definitely come back to their senses. I am afraid they will come to investigate.

Secretary An said: "We should plant corn, and we should plant beans, and sorghum will do. The planner can't let us clear up all the land we have planted, can he?"

Director Guan: "It's hard to say."

Nowadays planners are not so barbaric, but in the early years commune planners had a lot of power. They asked you to plow two meters of the land before planting. You had to plow two meters of the land. They asked you to plant wheat in the spring and corn in the winter. , then you have to do that.

Director Guan said to the liaison officer: "You go and accompany the planner and lead him around Sang Miao a few more times."

It's best to leave him until he's tired and thirsty, and then go back as soon as he's bored.

Xia Mingshuang sat on the carriage and walked for less than 10 minutes when he met the liaison officer who was riding over and was led to see the mulberry fields.

The liaison officer is also named He Limin.

Many people here in Dahe Commune have the surname He, and they used to belong to the He family.

Naturally, Xia Mingshuang would not sit around stupidly. Before the liaison officer arrived, she had been sitting on the shaft of the carriage chatting with the driver. It seemed that she was talking about farming, marrying a daughter-in-law, going to the market, supply and marketing cooperatives, raising children and other issues. They are all issues of production and life.

You can tell how their life is like by talking about everyday topics, such as how much it costs to get a wife, whether it is difficult to marry, and how many children there are in the family, and how easy it is to raise them.

The uncle speaks the local dialect, but the dialects in the Central Plains region come from the same lineage, and most of them can be understood by each other.

She smiled at the liaison officer and said: "Comrade He, have you ever sent anyone to learn how to raise mulberry and silkworms? Have you invited technicians from the south to come over for guidance?"

He Limin: "Yes, we have two technicians, male and female. One is responsible for mulberry seedlings and the other is responsible for raising silkworms. In the first year, two technicians came from the south and stayed for two months."

Xia Mingshuang: "That should be quite professional. In fact, these silkworms are also very useful after they are raised. They can be reeled and woven into satin and made into shirts, which can be exported."

Silk has always been a high-end luxury product both at home and abroad, and this era is no exception.

There is indeed value in exporting to generate foreign exchange.

Xia Mingshuang felt that since so many mulberry seedlings had been planted, they must be fully utilized and must not be wasted.