Scholars in the courtyard.

Chapter 134 Return to the City
Mr. Yang woke up from the memory, with a little pain on his face.

"It was the time of the land reform. A work team came to the village. Seeing the corn like this, the leader seemed to have said that we should pick large corn seeds."

"What then?"

Yang Xiaotao knew that something must have happened.

"Ugh!"

Mr. Yang sighed.

"At the beginning, it was really rewarding. But later"

"That year, our village picked the best corn kernels as seeds and planted them with great joy."

"At the beginning, those corns grew gratifyingly, and they were all tall and tall. When the ears are eared, they will definitely be big sticks."

"But no one thought that when the corn was growing, a storm would completely destroy it."

"All the corn has been blown down. It's incomparable to the previous corn! This time, half of the corn in the whole village can't be lifted up."

Speaking of this, Mr. Yang was full of regrets, regretting the decision back then.

"The food harvest is poor, and the final result is that the people in the village are hungry. If it weren't for the state support, it would be good for half of our village to live."

"So, our village, including the surrounding villages, all owe the country!"

Mr. Yang's eyes were red as he spoke, as if tears were falling down.

"Master, it's over, let's contribute more to the country in the future!"

Yang Xiaotao comforted, Mr. Yang nodded, and then said, "So, you think well, but don't mess around!"

Hearing this, Yang Xiaotao hesitated for a moment, but then shook his head, because the experience of going to school in the previous life gave him more windows to understand the world.

He couldn't think of anything else, but he still knew about the hybrid corn.

This involves the concept of genetic hybridization, which was included in high school textbooks in that era of information explosion.

Therefore, he must try something that benefits the country and the people.

Otherwise, he is not reconciled.

He is a systematic person.

Although there are no seeds in the exchange column, there may not be any in the future.

Yang Xiaotao made up his mind and said to Mr. Yang.

"Grandfather, no matter what, I want to try this."

Seeing his appearance, Mr. Yang was silent for a long time, then nodded in agreement.

He knew that if he was not allowed to try, the young man would not give up.

When you hit the south wall, you will know how to choose.

What's more, with him guarding the gate, the village will not be allowed to mess around.

Picking up a corn cob, carefully holding the corn kernels, the father and father are very warm at this moment.

In the afternoon, Yang Xiaotao continued to enjoy the atmosphere of the New Year in the village, but he also paid attention to the corn planting situation of each family.

Every time I go to a house, I will look at the corn on the beam for a while, and ask for one when I meet a big one. The villagers don't ask the reason, and they like to take it by themselves.

Finally, when night fell, Yang Xiaotao had found more than five catties of corn grains, all of which were large.

There are also about half a catty of small corn.

Yang Xiaotao took the opportunity to ask the elders in the village about the habits of corn.

Everyone just thought that the people in the city were novelty, so they told him without reservation.

Yang Xiaotao kept it in his heart and knew that the corn was a monoecious plant, with the male flower on the top and the female flower with the stick in the middle.

Planted in the ground, there is no need for artificial pollination at all, and sexual reproduction can be completed by itself.

And this is exactly what Yang Xiaotao wants, maybe other people need manual participation in the process of researching hybrid breeding, but he doesn't.

As long as you tell Xiaowei what you think in your heart, this elf in the plant world can complete the task.

This is his greatest reliance.

At night, Yang Xiaotao and Mrs. Yang cleaned up the house and steamed a pot of steamed buns with whole grains.

I have to get up early tomorrow morning to go to the grave, so I go to bed early.

When he came in the third day of junior high school, Yang Xiaotao felt that the room was much colder, so he reached out and tried the bottom of the bed, and it was icy cold.

Get up and get dressed, ready to add firewood to the stove, but was shocked by the scene outside the house.

A vast expanse of white.

The house is covered with a layer of cotton in vain, the white snow on the wall is like a hat, and the occasional ups and downs in the yard represent things hidden below.

"Snowing!"

Yang Xiaotao breathed the coldness in the air, as if the snow had a taste, an ethereal taste.

"Clean up quickly, I have to go out in a while."

As Mr. Yang spoke, he began to pick up items.

He took out a piece of yellow paper, then took out a big black ten and pressed it twice.

Pinch off a small piece of each steamed bun and wrap it in yellow paper.

Finally took an empty bottle and filled a bottle of water.

This is wine.

Then he picked up a white firecracker and put it in a basket, Yang Xiaotao helped Mr. Yang out of the door.

The street is already full of people.

All the men who came came from various families, and some of them went with them.

The team walked in silence, the snow being trampled on.

The ancestral grave of Yangjiazhuang is on Nanshan Mountain, and if you want to go there, you have to cross the river.

There used to be a wooden bridge, but it was destroyed in the fire of war, and it has not been repaired in these years.

Fortunately, the river is deep and shallow, and the villagers built a road with stones, and they can usually cross the river.

In winter, there is less water and it is easier to cross the river.

It's just that it's snowing heavily now, and the rocks are slippery, so you have to be careful when walking.

Yang Xiaotao carried Grandpa Yang on his back, and several young and strong men also carried the old man on their backs to cross the river, and then walked a section of mountain road before arriving at the cemetery.

There are hundreds of graves, large and small, on this piece of land, some of which have names and are worshiped by descendants, and some have no names at all, but they also enjoy the care of Yangjiazhuang.

Yang Xiaotao came to the ancestral grave, put down a knife of yellow paper, then took the rest of the things and walked aside to a new grave, with the words "Yang Laogen's Tomb" written on the wooden sign.

Yang Xiaotao sighed in his heart, fortunately there are no ghosts in this world.

Otherwise, I don't know if Yang Laogen will jump out of the coffin and kill him, the traverser.

After sweeping away the snow in front of the grave, Yang Xiaotao lit the yellow paper, burned it together with the steamed buns, and finally poured the "wine" aside.

"Every year in the future, I will give you money for sweeping the grave."

"If you have something to say in your dream, I will do it if I can."

Yang Xiaotao said silently in his heart, beside him Mr. Yang had arranged for people to kowtow.

In this day and age we talk about abolishing feudalism, but how can the customs of thousands of years be changed as soon as they are said?

What's more, this is called remembering the ancestors.In this rural area, no one dares to talk nonsense.

Yang Xiaotao kowtowed four times to his ancestors, and then kowtowed to his elders with his peers and juniors. When there were only a dozen or so people in front of Yang Laogen's grave, they also kowtowed solemnly.

After the trip, Yang Xiaotao's body was covered with mud and snow, but he felt extraordinarily solemn.

After visiting the grave, everyone returned.

Unlike when I came, the way home is full of laughter.

Everyone was talking and laughing, walking quickly on the snow, and many children played snowball fights, shouting lively.

On the morning of the fourth day, Yang Xiaotao packed his things.

But it is ready to return to the city.

On the seventh day of the lunar new year, he was about to start work, and he had to go back and walk around the door. There was not much time.

And he has to go back and make some preparations, and put the matter of hybrid corn on the agenda.

Parting is always sad, not to mention that you have just felt at home, like a child who left home to work, even though there is so much reluctance in his heart, he has to bow his head to life.

Mr. Yang is very appreciative, at his age, he has experienced too much, and his heart is wider than others.

"Go back and work hard, be worthy of the people and the motherland."

"Don't steal and play tricks, we don't have that kind of people in Yangjiazhuang."

"Also, don't miss me, I'll let Shito find you if I need something."

Mr. Yang spoke openly, but more than usual.

In just a few days, he had already regarded Yang Xiaotao as his own grandson, and his love for licking the calf was beyond words.

"Grandfather, don't worry, I will come to see you again in Qingming."

Yang Xiaotao set a time and calculated that the time would only be a month or two. If everything goes well, he should be able to catch up with the spring corn.

"Okay, hurry up and find a wife. Maybe someone will take care of you. It won't hurt you all day long."

Yang Dazhuang was also talking at the side, Yang Xiaotao nodded and smiled, "I'll find one when I get back, and I'll ask you to come and have a wedding."

When everyone parted, they talked a lot.

"Go."

"Let's go, don't waste time."

After waving goodbye, Yang Xiaotao got into the donkey cart and walked towards Sijiu City with Yang Shitou.

Just like when we came, there was also a pile of things on the donkey cart.

Corn, peanuts, and walnuts are packed in bags, all of which are the wishes of every household in the village.

"Let's go. Go back!"

Two car marks were left in the snow, and the people in the distance were still standing in the snow. Yang Xiaotao shouted loudly, but he didn't know if he could hear him or not.

At noon, Yang Shitou parked his car in front of the courtyard and helped to bring the things back to the house. He didn't stay long and walked back wearing Yang Xiaotao's military overcoat.

The road was slippery and freezing in the dark, that's why I gave you a coat.

Yang Shitou had no choice but to put on his military coat full of joy, took the wine bottle that Yang Xiaotao stuffed into his hand, and drove the donkey cart home.

I’ve walked this road many times, so I’m afraid of the dark spots, we’re taking the night road.

The donkey walked slowly on four legs, and the people in the cart were about to fall asleep happily.

As soon as the things were packed here, the discussion in the courtyard sounded again.

The third uncle watched the bags and baskets of things move in. Although they were only some wild goods, his heart was always in a panic.

It would be nice to order this for him.

"For those who celebrate Chinese New Year, you must say hello when you meet."

Watching Yang Xiaotao pick up the yard at the door of his house, Yan Fugui rolled his eyes and ran back home in a hurry.

"Father, what are you looking for?"

The third mother hugged Yan Jiedi, it was too cold these two days, the coals in the stove never broke, but the youngest daughter was a little afraid of the cold, and cried when no one was around, and couldn't put it down at all.

"I'm looking for Spring Festival couplets."

Yan Fugui pawed at the desk, and finally asked.

"I remember writing two more pictures, where did you put them?"

The third mother remembered, "What's more, you didn't say that it will be the same every year, and no one will use it after the new year. It's not that the stove was fired yesterday!"

"Oh, you prodigal bitch."

After hearing this, Yan Fugui patted the table and shouted, "I don't know how to use things? What can I do if I keep them?"

The third mother didn't say much, and walked aside with her daughter in her arms.

Yan Fugui couldn't help it, and hurriedly yelled at Yan Jiefang and Yan Jiekuang, who were playing in the yard, "Jiefang, hurry home!"

Yan Jiefang, who was playing with his younger brother to make a snowman, couldn't continue and ran back to the house.

"Get it now."

Yan Fugui had already laid out the red paper, and the brush and ink were ready, waiting for Yan Jiefang to support him.

"Father, it's the end of the new year, why are you writing this?"

"Why? Well, of course it's useful."

Yan Fugui replied, and after a little thought, he began to write quickly. Yan Jiefang was holding a couplet, and Yan Jiekuang also ran in, and consciously picked up the cattail fan and dried it.

After a while, Yan Fugui looked at his masterpiece and nodded in satisfaction.

(End of this chapter)