Scholars in the courtyard.

Chapter 163 Returning to Yang Village

Yang Xiaotao acted immediately.

First, collect the fallen corn. After all, this is also food and cannot be wasted.

After some busy work, there was only one ridge of corn left in the yard.

These corns grown from the first generation of hybrids, the second generation of hybrids, can no longer serve as seeds.

But for Yang Xiaotao, it marked the success of his hybridization experiment, which represented great significance.

Yang Xiaotao carefully broke off the sticks and put them into the storage space.

In the future, if there is no demand, they will always stay in the space and become an important symbol on the road of life.

Back in the house, Yang Xiaotao flipped through his notes and recorded the results.

Finding the desired hybrid doesn't signal the end, though.

Because there were not many parents who were lucky enough to get them last time, after self-crossing, the seeds used in the experiment were removed, and the remaining seeds were only three to four catties. According to the current planting situation, it is enough for one mu of land.

Therefore, Yang Xiaotao has two things to do now.

First, the parents of the hybrids are planted, and while the seeds of the excellent parents are obtained, more hybrid seeds are obtained by means of hybridization.

The second is to subject the existing hybrids to field verification.

Yang Xiaotao also understands that there are many differences from the laboratory to the countryside, not to mention that there is a BUG factor of Xiaowei, Yang Xiaotao is not sure, the corn that grows well here will change when it is actually planted in the field. What is it like.

Therefore, he needs to verify it on the spot.

He also thought about the place of the experiment, which would be Yangjiazhuang.

In the next two days, Yang Xiaotao cleaned up the yard and planted corn again.

This time, Yang Xiaotao planted two ridges, a total of eight ridges, and the corn in each ridge changed from ten to thirty.

The density has greatly increased, and if this is done in the field, the yield will definitely be reduced, but here, under the care of Xiaowei, the corn still grows well under sufficient sunlight.

Yang Xiaotao also wanted to harvest more parental seeds.

Therefore, in the newly planted corn, plant the parents at a ratio of 1:7, and strive to harvest the most corn.

Once the feasibility of hybrid corn in the field is determined, Yang Xiaotao will do his best to make hybrids. At that time, it will not be a matter of one or two acres, and it is very likely that all the land in Yangjiazhuang will be used.

On Thursday, Yang Xiaotao came to the office again to ask for leave.

Because the work in the workshop is busy and not busy, the management of the workers in the workshop is also a little lax. When it is not busy, many people also ask for leave.

Wang Guodong watched Yang Xiaotao ask for leave again.This is the third time this month.

I really don't understand what this kid is doing. Don't you know that if you ask for leave, your salary will be deducted?
Looking at the reason on the leave form, I have something to go back to my hometown.

What's the reason?
Who is free to ask for leave?
Seeing Yang Xiaotao's indifferent face, Wang Guodong swallowed the question on his lips, "Go early and come back early."

Yang Xiaotao took the leave form, thanked him quickly, and left with a wave of Wang Guodong.

On Friday morning, Yang Xiaotao got up early, and made an agreement with Uncle Chen last night that he would go back to his hometown in the next two days and ask him to help take care of it.

Although Uncle Chen was puzzled, he didn't ask any questions. He just told him to be careful on the road and don't worry about other things.

Carrying a bag with corn seeds in it, and two bags in his hands, all of which are grains brought back, and two bottles of wine in them.

Now there is a shortage of supplies in the city, and the countryside is even less rich.

Especially when eating big pot rice, there is no stock in the family, and the whole village will be hungry after eating the collective food.

This little thing can't do much, but to Mr. Yang, it is his filial piety.

When he came to the grain store, Yang Xiaotao waited for a while, and met some masters pulling carts, but they didn't go to Yangjiazhuang after asking.

Finally, Yang Xiaotao found a carriage belonging to a Qu family.

The driver was Qu Mingjun, a man in his thirties who had been a soldier and lost two fingers on one hand.

After retiring from the army, the township demobilized him, and he became a cadre in the village, who went to the city to handle errands.

After Yang Xiaotao explained the situation, Qu Mingjun knew about Yangjiazhuang, and let Yang Xiaotao get into the car without saying anything.

At noon, Yang Xiaotao arrived at Qujiazaohu, got off the car, thanked Qu Mingjun, and walked towards Yangjiazhuang on foot.

Along the way, it was a busy scene. A group of people were scattered in the field, waving farm tools, and the sweat on their faces hit the ground, splashing waves of mud.

The appearance of being in full swing, if in the previous life, Yang Xiaotao saw the collapsed scene on the screen, maybe Yang Xiaotao would be moved by the hard work of the peasant brothers.

But now standing on the ground, looking at the potholes in the road, watching everyone's lonely and silent work, Yang Xiaotao only feels dull and depressed.

Too bitter and too tired.

How can a person who is not full have the energy to speak?
Everything is done by humans.

The man who pulls the plow does the work like an ox and a horse, looks down at the land under his feet, and truly reproduces what it means to face the loess and back to the sky.

The old man holding the plow behind him has solemn eyes, and uses both hands to straighten the plow.

Yang Xiaotao looked left and right. There was no tractor, no old scalper, no poor horse, not even a donkey here.

The dull scenes and busy scenes made Yang Xiaotao have more admiration for the peasants of this era.

It is their dedication that laid the cornerstone for the country's take-off.

Along the way, Yang Xiaotao did not go very smoothly.

Without the guidance of the villagers, when Yang Xiaotao walked to Yangjiazhuang, he encountered three waves of militiamen to interrogate him.

Fortunately, Yang Xiaotao had a proof of the opening of a rolling mill, and Yang Shitou also met many people when he took him, so he arrived at Yangjiazhuang.

Looking at the village from a distance, Yang Xiaotao saw the same busy scene before entering the village.

Under Yang Dazhuang's organization, the whole village was busy in the fields.

On the ground, Yang Xiaotao looked at Mrs. Yang wearing a mandarin jacket and holding a cigarette pipe and pot in his hand.

"Master!"

Yang Xiaotao shouted from afar, everyone was working with their heads down, and no one noticed the people coming from afar.

Now hearing Yang Xiaotao's shout, several people who were close to him immediately looked over.

Then, I saw Yang Xiaotao running over with two big bags.

"You boy, why are you back?"

Mr. Yang has good ears, and he was also happy to see Yang Xiaotao when he turned around.

"I miss you, come back and have a look."

"Stone, Uncle Zhuang."

Yang Xiaotao greeted everyone.

"You have to come back and tell me sooner."

Yang Dazhuang took a water bottle and took a sip of water to wipe off the sweat from his forehead.

"It's nothing, I took Qujiazaohu's car and didn't walk much."

Yang Xiaotao put down the big and small bags and looked at Mr. Yang.

The fatigue in the fields made the old man's face look earthy, with more wrinkles than during the Chinese New Year.

Grandpa Yang was also looking at Yang Xiaotao, "You're strong, it looks like you're not hungry."

The people around laughed, Yang Xiaotao scratched his head in embarrassment, there was a system, and he was alone, so the food was naturally not bad.

"Everyone take a rest, Shitou, go get someone to bring the food. I ate here today."

Yang Dazhuang looked at the sky and gave Yang Shitou instructions.

Soon, all the strong laborers in Yangjiazhuang were looking for a place to sit on the ground, talking about homework.

Compared with the dullness in the field, people at this time are more enthusiastic smiles.

Yang Xiaotao and Grandpa Yang sat together, took out the things they brought back, and handed most of them to Yang Dazhuang.

"Uncle Zhuang, this is white sugar."

Yang Xiaotao put the sugar he exchanged into Yang Dazhuang's hands.

These days, sugar is in short supply. It can not only replenish energy, but also cheer up the mood.

Especially in the current situation of being tired from work, drinking a bowl of sugar water can not only replenish physical strength, but also stimulate everyone's enthusiasm.

"Good stuff, good stuff!"

Yang Dazhuang looked at the paper bag in his hand, it must have weighed at least three catties.

He knew the benefits of this sugar. People who have lived through the war years know that a person can last a week without eating and drinking water, but if there is sugar, this time can be extended several times.

"There's so much sugar, use it sparingly, it can be used until the busy farming season is over!"

Yang Dazhuang happily yelled to Mrs. Yang, and the people around heard that it was white sugar, and they all gathered over, looking at Yang Xiaotao with admiration.

They all know that it is not easy to buy some candy these days, especially so much.

That cost not only money, but also sugar tickets.

Their entire brigade only produced more than a catty of sugar in a year, and it was all maltose and sucrose, which tasted like vegetation.

After hearing this, Grandpa Yang stretched out his hand to squeeze out a handful of white sugar and put it in his mouth.

"Okay, it's so sweet, sweeter than the sucrose you bought!"

Looking at the eyes of the people around him, Mr. Yang felt a sense of pride in the future of his own children.

At this time, the wife of the village brought the food over with wooden barrels and baskets.

Yang Dazhuang hurriedly grabbed a handful of white sugar and put it into the bucket, then licked his palm again, before speaking to everyone.

"Drink sugar water today."

Everyone cheered, and the enthusiasm was even higher by three points.

Yang Xiaotao took the opportunity to take out a dozen or so small bottles of hot sauce, beef sauce, mushroom sauce, etc., and said that he made it himself, which raised the shouts of the villagers again.

Mr. Yang and the others didn't ask where they came from, they gathered the bottles and cans and distributed them uniformly.

Yang Xiaotao took two steamed corn buns, smeared them with beef sauce, and sat with Grandpa Yang Yang Dazhuang and others. He was really hungry after all the way.

Everyone smelled the fragrance in the bottle, and their Adam's apple kept shaking.

People shouted from time to time, and a man who couldn't eat spicy food kept pouring water from a ladle, making everyone laugh.

(End of this chapter)