Siheyuan: Starting with one acre and three fen of land

The office is filled with the aroma of tea, and the morning light shines in through the windowsill, making it seem particularly peaceful and tranquil.

Nearly half a month has passed since I returned to work in the cafeteria.

I go to get off work and leave on time every day, and just like before, I spend most of my time writing manuals.

Jiang Yinghong handled some miscellaneous matters in the cafeteria, and finally gave them to him for review and signature.

Today, like usual, He Yuzhu came to the cafeteria, exchanged a few words with a few people, and then went to the kitchen for a walk.

The personnel in the unit are relatively stable, and there are almost no changes in the staff in the kitchen.

And with two great chefs, Mai Fuxian and Liu Zixing, in charge, there's nothing to worry about.

"This is a good job! High pay, little work, close to home..."

He Yuzhu returned to his office from the kitchen, holding a cup of tea, and leaned back in his chair comfortably.

After more than a year of high-intensity output, the difference between the two is simply worlds and there is no comparison at all.

Close your eyes and feel the warmth of the sun on your face.

The warmth slowly spread throughout the body, exuding a sense of laziness.

The teacup tilted, and the spilled tea woke him up from his immersion.

"Ouch~"

He quickly put the teacup back on the table and shook off the tea in his hands.

Fortunately, the tea was not too hot and my fingers were not burned. In a hurry, the water droplets splashed onto the newspaper beside me.

Having a newspaper in the office is standard equipment, but as a person who grew up in the era of big data, he has not developed the habit of reading newspapers.

Liang Yinghong would bring the newspapers back every day and first deliver them to He Yuzhu, who would then take them away after get off work at noon and also keep them.

When he glanced at the front page and saw the big words "a delegation was going to the Soviet Union", he took it with an idea.

I quickly scanned the notice in the newspaper, which said that I was invited to attend the 40th anniversary celebration.

The content was indeed brief, but the members of the delegation were all bigwigs.

Having started, he finished reading the headlines and did not put the newspaper down, but continued reading.

Next were three pieces of diplomatic news, but there weren't any big highlights and they were just glanced over.

But then there were three consecutive news items about agriculture, and some of the words in them made him take it seriously.

As he read further, his brows furrowed more and more, and the look of doubt on his face became more and more profound.

If what was written in the newspaper had happened, how could the subsequent disaster have occurred?

Will there be new changes next year? This question popped up in his mind.

I rarely read newspapers on a normal basis, and in the past year or so, most of my energy has been focused on tasks.

He had very little information at hand and it was difficult to judge for the time being.

He suppressed the surging emotions in his heart, stood up and walked out with the newspaper.

Liang Yinghong was sitting in her seat when she suddenly heard the sound of the door being opened and turned around to look.

He Yuzhu walked towards her with a serious look on his face, holding a newspaper, and stood up subconsciously.

"Director, what can I do for you?"

When He Yuzhu heard her question and saw the expression on her face, he realized that he had lost his composure.

He suppressed the solemn expression on his face and forced a smile.

"Sister Liang, you are the one who manages the newspapers, right? Please help me get all the newspapers out. I need to check them out."

Seeing that he only asked to see the old newspapers, Liang Yinghong felt relieved and a smile appeared on her face again.

"Hey, that's all! Just give me a call and I'll send it to your office. Why do you have to come all the way here?"

As she spoke, she walked to the cabinet on the side, opened the door, and took out the newspaper from inside.

"However, I only have this month's old newspapers. According to regulations, newspapers must be collected and disposed of at the end of the month.

Director, do you think these are enough? If not, I will go to the cultural room and ask someone to get more."

He Yuzhu took the stack of newspapers she handed over and nodded slightly.

"I'll take a look at these newspapers first. If necessary, I can go there myself."

After saying that, in a hurry to check the newspaper, he pulled out a chair and started reading at Wu Zhiqiang's seat.

Chaotic information flooded into his mind, and he quickly compared it with the major events of the time that he knew about.

I tried to find a thread of development until the front page nine days ago came into view.

The front page of the day was a conference report, and reading the whole article gave him new insights.

It turned out that a new round had started so long in advance, and the report mentioned that there were problems.

Considering what happened in the parallel universe, the real situation must be more serious.

If the transformation is not completed this time, there will inevitably be a backlash.

Since ancient times, the imperial power has not been extended to the countryside. Does the emperor not want to? He really can't.

With such a high degree of organization, the dynasty must have lasted for thousands of years. How could a dynasty change every few hundred years?

Thinking of this, He Yuzhu couldn't help but put down the newspaper in his hand and stopped reading.

A tangle of chaotic thoughts was running rampant in his mind at this moment, and his eyes were staring into the void.

His fingers tapped unconsciously on the table, creating a rhythmic tapping sound that echoed throughout the office area.

Seeing that he looked deep in thought, Liang Yinghong did not dare to disturb him and tiptoed back to her seat.

The atmosphere in the office area became solemn and fell into silence, and the knocking sounds seemed to hit people's hearts.

After a long time, the knocking sounds in the room suddenly stopped, and sighs could be clearly heard.

"Director, what's wrong with you? Nothing major has happened recently."

Seeing He Yuzhu moving, Liang Yinghong couldn't suppress her curiosity and asked.

He Yuzhu turned sideways, took a deep breath, and looked at Liang Yinghong in front of the desk.

"Sister Liang, do you believe that the yield per mu is 10,000 catties?"

Liang Yinghong was stunned when she heard this, and then rolled her eyes: "Director, I have also suffered and been to the countryside.

You are exaggerating when you say this! This is not funny."

He Yuzhu nodded and muttered to himself: "Yes! How could this be possible!"

The draft amendment to the agricultural development program published in the newspapers sets targets that can be achieved through hard work.

Within twelve years, the average annual grain yield per mu was 400, 500, and 800 kilograms.

These three values ​​are set based on regional differences.

In the area north of Qinhuang, production increased from more than 150 kilograms to 400 kilograms.

In the area south of the Yellow River and north of the Huai River, the amount of food increased from 208 to 500 kilograms.

In the area south of Qinhuai River, the amount increased from 400 kilograms to 800 kilograms.

Now with the help of He Yuzhu, the chemical industry will surely flourish in the next few years.

The annual output of fertilizers will inevitably increase by an order of magnitude, and increasing the use of fertilizers will no longer be a problem.

If fertilizers are put into the fields, it will be no problem to achieve the grain target ahead of schedule, and we may even exceed it.

"It turned out to be the right decision to stay in this cafeteria. The water is too deep to control."

He Yuzhu looked puzzled, shook his head unconsciously, and thought to himself.