Scholars in the courtyard.

Chapter 166 The Magic Corn

"In August and autumn, the high wind howls, and rolls up the triple grass on my house!"

Standing in front of the window, Yang Xiaotao looked at the swirling grass clippings outside the house, the whistling sound came from his ears, and the poem of worrying about the country and the people by the poet sage rang in his mind.

Putting down the book, Yang Xiaotao looked into the distance.

There is the direction of Yangjiazhuang.

It is the end of August, which is the critical period for corn to grow and mature. At this time, there is a strong wind, which may reduce production.

Yang Xiaotao knew it was useless to worry now, he could only hope that the hybrid corn could survive this test.

Yangjiazhuang, Nanshan.

A figure stood on the ground wearing a coat and leaning on a wooden stick.

The dirt was blown away at his feet, but the old man in front of him remained motionless.

"Master, go back!"

Beside him, Yang Shitou ran over against the wind and shouted loudly, but was blown away by the wind for eight minutes, and he didn't know if he could hear the remaining two minutes.

But Mr. Yang didn't pay any attention to it, staring at the corn field in front of him without moving.

In this corn field, the stalks are one foot higher than those planted before, and the ears of the knots are more dense, and the bread cobs inside must be bigger and more numerous.

With just one glance, Mr. Yang knew that the corn cobs were much stronger than the ones grown in the village now.

But it was this large part of the force that made Mr. Yang feel frightened.

In my memory, I returned to the scene of the wind blowing again.

It was also that year that the whole village planted large corns. It was also that year that the whole village was immersed in the joy of the upcoming harvest.

However, when a typhoon came down, the cornfield fell down.

Even if it is lifted up, the roots are damaged and cannot grow.

That year, every household broke off the corn with few grains, and their faces were full of melancholy.

The heaviest scene in his memory made his heart palpitate more than the light of swords and blood in battle.

Mr. Yang looked at the cornfield in front of his cloudy eyes.

The wind blows, like fallen leaves, the whole piece of corn is pushed aside, and then it keeps kneading and flying in its hands.

Beside him, Yang Shitou was supporting Mr. Yang. He also knew who owned the land, and he also knew something about it.

What a pity!

Yang Shitou sighed in his heart, but still respected Yang Xiaotao.

At least in his heart, Yang Xiaotao is from Yangjiazhuang, and if he can think about Yangjiazhuang, he is worthy of the blood on his body.

"Master, go back!"

Yang Shitou yelled again, Grandpa Yang nodded.

Looking at the overwhelmed cornfield again, he sighed, "Fortunately, it's just this."

The two left, leaving the corn swaying in the wind.

The sky was dark, the wind that had been blowing for a whole day finally stopped, the air was cold, and the sky did not leave any embellishments.

Mr. Yang sat on the bench, smoking a pipe and pot, lost in thought.

Surrounded by smoke, there was a sound of running from far to near, and then the door was pushed open, and Yang Shitou ran in out of breath.

"Run, run, run to death!"

Grandpa Yang said displeasedly, but Yang Shitou picked up the ladle to scoop up cold water from the water tank, drank a couple of gulps, and after panting, he wiped his mouth, "Grandfather, go and see, the corn field!"

"What's wrong? What's going on in the field?"

"A large piece fell!"

"Come on!"

Grandpa Yang got up in a hurry, and Yang Shitou took another sip of water and followed him outside.

As soon as I left the village, I saw many people running into the field.

This is related to the village's harvest. If the production is reduced, this year's surplus grain will be difficult.

When they came to the field, everyone looked at the neat corn field, one piece and that point fell on the ground, panicked immediately, and hurried into the field to check the situation.

When the wind came down, the whole cornfield looked like a dog had gnawed it.

Fortunately, there are still some corn that can hold on.

After a while, Yang Dazhuang ran over.

"Half of the fallen ones can be lifted up."

"The rest, the roots are broken, and they can only grow in place."

Yang Dazhuang judged based on his experience that this year's harvest was slightly worse than last year's, but not too much.

It's just that the public surplus food to be handed in this year is much more than last year.

It is certain that I will be hungry, but I don't know how long.

"That's good, hurry up and organize people to help him up, don't wait for tomorrow before it's dark."

Grandpa Yang hurriedly urged, Yang Dazhuang nodded and led the people to work in the field.

After a while, all the active people in the village ran out. Led by the laborers of various families, they walked into the corn field, straightened the fallen corn stalks, and then stamped them firmly with their feet.

Adults and children, men, women, old and young all joined the battle. In the night, everyone was like hardworking ants, burrowing in and out of the cornfield.

After a long night, those who can move will go home. They are really exhausted, and they will find a grass to lie down and sleep regardless of whether it is cold or not.

Mr. Yang moved his arms, and the corn leaves scratched his arms. The old man has long been used to this, and he doesn't care.

Seeing the sky turn yellow, Mr. Yang stood up and walked outside.

Yang Dazhuang, who was lying on the side, narrowed his eyes and looked at it, and then went back to sleep.

In my heart, Mr. Yang has returned home.

However, Mr. Yang was thinking of going to the south of the village.

In his heart, he still missed the corn field.

The sun is gradually rising, and the dew in the field drenches the clothes of the vegetation, and then hides its figure mischievously in the sun.

Mr. Yang walked slowly, stepped over hurdles, stepped on the slippery path, crossed the hill, and looked up.

Then, there is surprise.

The moisture on the face has not dissipated, but the wrinkles have deepened again.

Not far away, the familiar cornfield.

In my original impression, the corn stalks that should have fallen were only slightly tilted, looking like a gentle slope, but they did not fall.

Unable to believe the scene in front of him, Mr. Yang stepped faster, and ran straight into the cornfield, not afraid of slippery grass and a fall.

Until then, he rubbed his eyes and stared at the scene in front of him.

"Not broken!"

"It's not broken either."

"No, no, none!"

"Hahaha"

Grandpa Yang laughed suddenly as if going crazy, his voice filled the surrounding space.

After a while, Mr. Yang turned around, the physical fatigue was expelled by the spiritual joy at this moment, and his steps became brisk again.

He wanted to go back and call Yang Dazhuang and the others to take a look, let them all come and see the corn and believe in the corn.

Before noon, several figures appeared again in front of the cornfield.

Mr. Yang in the middle was supported by Yang Shitou. The old man didn't rest all night, and he was excited for a while. Now he couldn't stand it anymore, and his eyelids began to fight.

Yang Dazhuang, who was called up next to him, no longer felt uncomfortable after coming here. Like the people around him, looking at the cornfield in front of him, he was pleasantly surprised.

This is still good, several old people who came together have already rushed into the corn field, looked at the corn one by one, let them up gently, and then tamped the soil, and the corn stood up again.

After a while, the whole corn field was standing upright as before, with thick cobs inserted obliquely on the corn stalks, and many people couldn't help touching them.

"What a stick, what a stick!"

"Look at this, my mother, I can't measure it with one hand."

Someone stretched out his palm excitedly, gesticulating on the corn cob.

"This one's not too small, and it's really thick!"

"The particles inside are very strong."

"Look, there is such a strong wind, not a single one is broken, it's amazing, it's amazing."

"Yeah, I checked it just now, and it's really not dead."

"It's a god, it's a god!"

Listening to the discussion of the people below, Yang Dazhuang hurriedly stopped him, and he didn't know what he was going to say if he continued.
However, seeing the corn blown down by the wind last night, I am worried that the corn production will decrease. This year, the village will suffer from famine.

But now, not only did the corn in front of me not decrease in yield, but because of its rapid growth, the yield of corn was at least double that of ordinary corn.

With this kind of corn, as long as this year is over, next year all the villages will plant it, and then there will be no need to worry about famine anymore.

"Grandfather, you should get more corn."

"In the coming year, our village will count on it."

Yang Dazhuang said excitedly, and Yang Shitou and others beside him also had eager eyes.

This is related to the food and clothing of the whole village.

Mr. Yang nodded, "You also know that Xiaotao made it up. We have to listen to him about the specific situation."

Everyone nodded when they heard the words. For such a new thing, you still have to ask someone who understands it.

"Well, Shitou, you have something to eat, go to the city quickly, and explain this matter to Xiaotao."

Yang Dazhuang made arrangements, Yang Shitou nodded and left.

This trip is not a donkey cart, the donkey has to stay in the village to help, he can only rely on two legs.

Yang Dazhuang looked back at the corn field again, and then said seriously, "Starting today, we must take good care of this place."

"Third uncle, let the monkey lead a group of people to watch carefully."

A thin old man in the crowd nodded, "Don't worry, this is the treasure of our village, who dares to make trouble and break his dog's legs!"

"Well, these sticks, when collected, will be tomorrow's seed food!"

Yang Dazhuang sighed with emotion, and everyone around him laughed immediately.

Yang Xiaotao walked out of the rolling mill with his bag on his back. After finishing work today, he thought about going home and getting something to eat.

During this time, the oil and water in the factory became less and less, and it was difficult to find a piece of meat after a meal.

If you want to be full, you can only eat more steamed buns or Erhe noodles.

Fortunately, Yang Xiaotao prepared a lot of bottles and cans, not only to eat for himself, but also to help many people by the way.

Now it's meal time, there are always a bunch of people around the table.

However, his help is limited, and the people in the factory also know that such a way of eating is not enough for even the rich.

So the big guys are all in moderation, and Yang Xiaotao didn't perform particularly well.

After all, it also costs credits to exchange things.

Walking to the gate of the courtyard, Yang Xiaotao had already thought about what to eat tonight.

I went to buy meat two days ago, but it turned out that there was little meat, and it was even more gone when I went late.

Since it was not easy to come here, Yang Xiaotao pointed to the pigskin in the corner of the counter, and exchanged two catties of meat tickets for half a pigskin.

I don't know if it was a loss.

Anyway, the salesperson looked at him like a fool.

But Yang Xiaotao is clear that the pigskin is delicious after being tampered with.

Pork skin jelly, fried pork skin, braised pork skin, and even fried pork skin with celery are all delicious.

What's more, he doesn't lack these meat tickets. Apart from the meat tickets issued by the factory every month, the big head is also rewarded for cooking skills, so for him, it's just a change of taste.

Back in the yard, I saw Mrs. Jia and Zhang watching her grandson at the door as usual.

As a result, as soon as he arrived at the door, he saw a familiar figure.

(End of this chapter)