Scholars in the courtyard.

Chapter 176
Yang Dazhuang looked at Mr. Yang and the others in full swing, not at all tired after staying up all night, and didn't say much in his heart, but now he watched a few old people calculating with pens and paper.

Yang Dazhuang didn't dare to disturb them, he turned around and walked aside, looking at the piles of grain, he was in a good mood.

Taking a deep breath, he turned around and walked into the brigade headquarters. When he came out, he already had a long gun on his back.

The gun barrel exudes a coldness, which is very noticeable in the early morning.

"Militia, assemble!"

The cold shout sounded, and those who were still laughing on the top of the grain pile heard it, jumped down immediately, and ran to line up in front of Yang Dazhuang with a whoosh.

Soon, the girls, daughters-in-law, wives and children all scattered to one side, leaving an open space in the middle.

Yang Dazhuang stood in front with a solemn face.

Five minutes later, people who came from home joined the team one after another, and the four rows were neatly arranged.

Yang Shitou ran out, "Report to the captain, the militia team has assembled."

"There should be 58 people, but there are 58 people, please give instructions."

Yang Dazhuang nodded in satisfaction and looked at the crowd.

"It's all there, take a break!"

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"Comrades, this year, our village's harvest has come up."

"You have seen it all, good harvest, big harvest."

Yang Dazhuang waved his palm, and an excited look appeared on his face.

Everyone below is equally excited, there is a lot of food, no need to go hungry!
"However, our task is not yet complete."

"It is the task of our militia to protect the food before it is delivered to the town."

"Are you confident to complete it?"

"Have!"

A group of strong young men roared together.

Infected by the sound, even the women and children around became excited.

"it is good."

"Next, I will assign tasks."

"The first team, you cooperate with the children's team and are responsible for the on-duty guard of existence."

"Yes!"

"The second team is in charge of guarding the brigade headquarters and the granary."

"No one is allowed to approach without the permission of the village leader!"

"Yes, the task is guaranteed to be completed!"

"The [-]rd and [-]th teams take a break temporarily, and they will rotate every half a day. Don't slack off!"

"Yes."

"Now, the commanders of each unit receive their weapons and carry out their missions!"

After everyone dispersed, Yang Dazhuang was waiting for the final result in the yard.

The same scene played out in several surrounding villages.

Soon, there were constant patrols in these rural fields. The leading squad leader was carrying a gun, and the militiamen behind him were holding red-tasseled guns, and some were carrying big knives, with serious expressions.

Any sign of trouble is the target of their focus.

Another day passed, and in the brigade headquarters of Yangjiazhuang Commune, a group of people gathered around the table, waiting for the result.

"Three times, it can't be wrong."

Mr. Yang held the notebook in his hand and smiled all over his face.

The elders and senior officials of the surrounding villages all smiled happily.

Yang Dazhuang took the notebook, read it again and again, and finally shouted happily to the people outside.

"11 catties, 11 catties!"

Immediately there was cheers outside the door.

Someone next to him added, "The yield per mu is five hundred catties, which is not so much in these years."

Hearing the news outside, he was shocked again.

"Five hundred catties, my lord, five hundred catties."

"My God, I used to be blessed with three or four hundred catties, my dear!"

"This is only half of the land. If all of this is planted with this kind of corn, hehe, calculate how much we can have left."

"Fuck, I don't have enough fingers!"

"You are blind!"

"you are not?"

"Yes, yes, we all are, but there are so many of them."

"That's right! Our village will definitely not have to starve this time!"

"That's still needless to say,..."

Outside the door chattered endlessly, everyone was frightened by hunger.

Especially since last year, a lot of public surplus food has been added. Throughout the winter, people in the village lived on a flat stomach.

The adults are okay, they can bear some wild vegetables, but the kid at home is just growing up, and if he doesn't have enough to eat, he will be fussy and have no energy.

After a long time, the people who work are hungry and have no energy.

Now, everyone has hope in their hearts.

Yang Dazhuang carefully put the notebook into his arms, then patted his chest, smiling all over his face.

People around will also laugh heartily.

They naturally have an account in their hearts.

The wheat harvested this year is only about 20 catties, and the other messy [-] to [-] catties add up to a total of [-] catties.

This is [-] to [-] catties more than usual in the same period of the year.

Yang Dazhuang thought in his mind that this year he would have to pay more public surplus grain than last year, minus the rations left by the village, and grow grain.

In this way, there are still three or four thousand catties left.

This counts the rations of the whole village.

As long as there is so much food in autumn, their Yangjiazhuang will completely get rid of the famine, and there will be no more hungry people.
In an instant, several people in the room smiled.

"Grandfather, let me do the math. Besides what we handed in, what each household left behind will be at least three thousand catties!"

"Our village has also become Yu Liang Village!"

It's not easy for Yuliang Village in this day and age, but it represents an increase in productivity.

This kind of village can not only eat enough, but it is not difficult for young people in the village to find a wife after being famous.

Amidst the laughter, Mr. Yang remained calm on the surface, but in his heart, like everyone else, he was excited about the harvested food.

He took out the unopened cigarette case from his pocket, opened it with trembling fingers, then took out one, and put the rest on the table.

The people next to them picked it up when they saw it, and each of them shared one cigarette. In the end, Yang Dazhuang carried the cigarette case in his pocket, and the cigarette was still very useful.

Everyone lit a fire, and the house was filled with smoke.

"Big strong."

Grandpa Yang spoke suddenly, and everyone paid attention.

"Grandpa, tell me!"

"Hmm! Let me ask you, what happened to the village last year, and how much food did it support the country?"

After Mr. Yang finished asking, everyone in the room lowered their heads.

Last year, their village didn't eat much, or the whole countryside, if they wanted to complete the task, they didn't have much food on hand.

In the end, when you can't go on, you can only reach out to the country.

Yang Dazhuang said without hesitation, "Master, last year we owed a thousand catties of coarse grain!"

The people around were breathing heavily.

"What about the year before last?"

Grandpa asked again.

"400 catties of coarse grains!"

Da da
Mr. Yang moved his buttocks, "How much do we owe in total?"

Yang Dazhuang made up his mind, "Since the last typhoon disaster, we have borrowed a total of 5000 two hundred and eighty catties of coarse grains all these years ago."

Hearing this number, everyone was silent for a while.

They also know that the village has borrowed food in the past few years. Although this is a helpless move, they feel as if they owe money to others, and they can't breathe.

Now, hearing that there is more than 5000 catties of grain owed, everyone no longer smiled.

Mr. Yang nodded, then looked at the people around him and said, "What's wrong? Are you all gone?"

"It's not ashamed to pay off debts and pay back money."

"Da Zhuang, I mean, make up the extra 3000 two hundred and eighty catties, and pay it back first."

"After the autumn harvest, return the rest."

"We have so much food and such good seeds, why don't we have enough to eat?"

After Mr. Yang finished speaking, Yang Dazhuang immediately nodded.

"Yes, with such good seeds, there will be a bumper harvest in a few months."

"Yes, yes, this time, let's plant more varieties and plant [-] acres!"

"They all grow corn, and nothing else? What do you eat?"

"What to eat? I'm content with stick noodles every day!"

"Yep……"

Opening the topic, everyone began to swallow their clouds again.

Yang Dazhuang watched everyone agree, but in his heart he was extremely grateful to Yang Xiaotao who changed everything.

"Okay, in two days it will be the day when we hand in the public grain."

"Da Zhuang, you are ready."

"Grandpa, I know."

"By the way, do we need to report the high-yield corn matter?"

Yang Dazhuang asked another question that everyone cared about.

In their hearts, of course, their own village earns the best income first.

Yang Xiaotao didn't have many seeds, and the Yangjiazhuang alone was enough to consume. If it was said, how much could the village get?

Seeing that the good life they are about to live is gone in a blink of an eye, even the old people in the village feel a little tired.

Mr. Yang looked around, and said sonorously, "You guys, throw away all the little things in my heart."

"If such a good seed is not handed over to the country, what use is it in our hands?"

"Just be content with it, Xiaotao is the first to think about our village, how little light is there now?"

Mr. Yang stood up, and the people around were ashamed by the words, lowered their heads and raised them again.

The hesitation just now was gone on his face.

"Big strong."

"The last time Xiaotao came back to deliver seeds, I discussed this with Xiaotao."

"He has sorted out and handed in the materials, but the specific situation has not yet come down."

"It's a practice here. When the time comes, you go and explain it to the people in the grain store and ask them to report it."

Yang Dazhuang nodded.

"Since it's Xiaotao's intention, then it's easy to handle."

"Anyway, we only care about farming, and we still have to rely on him for the seeds!"

The people around listened and nodded, and all the little things in their hearts were let go.

After all, Yang Xiaotao created this kind of thing all by himself.

That's their business.

However, Yang Dazhuang knew that this kind of artifact that benefits the country and the people can play its greatest role in the hands of the state.

In my heart, I am satisfied that Yang Xiaotao is clear about the importance.

Two days later, at dawn, laborers from Yangjiazhuang tied up the grain bags with a trolley, and then pushed the trolley alone, and someone was pulling it the year before, and walked to the town.

Today is the day they pay the public grain. In addition to the public grain, there is also the surplus grain sold and the difference.

The place where the town is located is called Dacun. As the name suggests, this is the largest village around.

When the sun rises, the roads are full of carts and farmers carrying burdens.

"Oh, Yang Shitou, your team is long enough!"

In the team, Qu Jiazaohu's driver carried a load with corn grains in both ends.

The two had seen each other a lot on weekdays, and they became acquainted with each other.

Yang Shitou pushed the cart with all his strength, and there were five bags on the cart. The old Gao couldn't see the road ahead, so he had to rely on the person pulling the cart to guide him.

"That's right, our village has had a big harvest this year!"

Yang Shitou knew who it was by hearing the voice, without tilting his head, he tried his best to hold on to the handrail of the car.

"Hey, your car is not light!"

The man glanced at the car marks, and then looked behind him.

The harvest in their village this year is the same as last year. Because of the proximity to the river, although there is not much land, the village has the most good irrigated fields in this village.

In previous years, their village also gained the most.

But now, looking at the long queue in Yangjiazhuang, every car is full, and I can't help but mutter in my heart.

"No, I'm exhausted."

Yang Shitou felt that the rope on his shoulders was about to be pulled into his flesh, and his legs were a little uncontrollable.

"Shitou, your village paid a lot this time."

"Of course it is!"

"You guys, that's not right. I haven't seen so many of you in the past. You won't hand over all the rations!"

Yang Shitou shook his head, "What shall we eat after the ration is paid?"

"makes sense!"

The man was puzzled, and quickly returned to his team.

Along the way, many people in the village saw something strange in Yangjiazhuang, but they didn't ask any questions, they just communicated in low voices.

Pay more and pay less, each village has its own difficulties.

But for country building, that kind of high enthusiasm will only make them support unconditionally.

(End of this chapter)