Scholars in the courtyard.

Chapter 177 Misunderstanding
"How bold people are, how productive the land is!"

There are a few big characters painted with lime on the outside of the two-meter-high courtyard wall. Even those who are illiterate can recite it after seeing them a lot.

Yang Dazhuang led the grain transportation team from the village to the grain station in the town. Looking at the soldiers with live ammunition at the door, he thought about what to say for a while.

This time, they want to report this good thing, not only to support the country, but also a little bit of selfishness, let their Yangjiazhuang show their faces in these villages.

During the war, when talking about the people in their Yangjiazhuang, there was no one around who did not stick out their fingers and be convinced.

But after the war, everyone dropped their guns and picked up hoes, and their village gradually became ordinary.

People of the older generation are more open-minded.

But these strong men who have not come out of glory, who can't hold their breath?

Today, he came to fight for his breath.

Thinking of the people in the next few villages seeing the grain they handed in, their jaws would drop in shock.

Thinking of this, Yang Dazhuang showed a smile.

Not far away, the leaders of several villages of Qujia Zaohu and Qinjiazhuang gathered together, talking about the strangeness of Yangjiazhuang.

"Old Qu, look at that poplar stake, it's not normal to smile."

The man in Qinjia Village was a little thin and had good eyes. Seeing Yang Dazhuang laughing as if thinking of something bad, his body shivered subconsciously.

"What's abnormal, this is Yang Dazhuang's style."

The man from the Qu family shook his sore arm, his eyes were a little solemn.

He already knew the situation of the Yang family, and the food they sent was more than their village.

Who doesn't know what's going on in Yangjiazhuang?

That was a poor village that had borrowed state grain for several years, but he couldn't help admiring him for handing in so much grain this time.

"The ones in Yangjiazhuang are all old revolutionaries."

After hearing Mu Ran's emotion, the lean man beside him felt a little ashamed, and turned back to his team.

The man of the Qu family didn't say much, but he had already made up his mind that next time, even if the whole village saves a little, they should pay more food.

To support the country's construction, other Qujiazai households cannot fall behind.

Yang Dazhuang didn't know that someone had misunderstood it. It was still early before their village handed over the food, and there were still two villages ahead.

He invited everyone to eat something.

He took out a stack of pancakes from his bag, and someone took out a small bottle from his pocket, which was red and oily.

A few people took out chopsticks and wiped them on the pancakes, and someone took out green onions, and the big pancakes were gnawed against the grain cart as soon as they were rolled.

People from several surrounding villages watched from a distance, breathing hard.

While everyone was enviously watching everyone eating in Yangjiazhuang, the man from the Qu family led his men in the grain station to weigh the pounds.

"Station Master Ding!"

The man from the Qu family took out a cigarette and handed it to a short, fat middle-aged man who was the head of the grain station.

Nickname, Fatty Ding.

Fatty Ding took the cigarette, and put it on his ear without lighting it, "Xiao Qu, your village doesn't have much food!"

Holding a book in his hand, it records the amount that each village should pay, which has increased a lot compared to before.

"Station Master Ding, this is not waiting for the autumn harvest."

"It's fine if you know it. Also, now that the country needs to be built, we farmers have to play a more important role. As long as people's hearts are up, won't things grow more in the field?"

"The great man is right, how bold the people are, and how productive the land is. Your Qujiazaohu Village has always been one of the best villages in our area, so you have to take the lead."

Fatty Ding said with emotion that recently his superiors also hold meetings every three days and every five days, in order to collect more food and concentrate their efforts on big things.

"Yes Yes."

"I am indeed behind in this point, and my awareness is indeed not as good as that of Captain Yang."

"Yang Dazhuang? Is this guy here? Why didn't he come in?"

Fatty Ding smiled with his small eyes, and looked out.

"It's probably still waiting!"

"Well, this guy is usually in a hurry, why did he calm down this year?"

"This time Yangjiazhuang is bleeding!"

The man from the Qu family sighed, and Fatty Ding asked in surprise, "What do you mean?"

Then the man told him what he saw, and Fatty Ding fell silent after hearing it.

It took a long time to let out a breath of foul air, "This must be what Mr. Yang meant."

The Qu family nodded vigorously.

The warehouse of the grain station was filling up quickly, and when Yang Dazhuang led the team into the grain station, Fatty Ding had already led someone to wait at the door of the warehouse.

"Old Ding, you are blessed!"

Yang Dazhuang took out his cigarette and smiled.

Fatty Ding looked at the grain truck behind him. He had seen it a lot, and he could recognize the amount handed in this time at a glance.

"Da Zhuang, you gave a lot this time!"

Yang Dazhuang smiled, and waved his hands for everyone to weigh the food, "Old Ding, let's talk inside."

The two turned around and came to the grain station office, Lao Ding's face sank.

"Is the grandfather still in good health?"

"Okay, eat three steamed buns for a meal, it's good."

"Ok!"

"By the way, this time we come here, not only to pay the food, but also to make up part of what we owe this year."

Yang Dazhuang took out his notebook, ready to talk about it in detail.

Old Ding lit a cigarette, and said slowly, "Da Zhuang, are you dying?"

"I know that your heart is for the country, but you still need to take care of yourself!"

"You can't get enough to eat, how can you have the energy to farm? How can you have the energy to build a country?"

Yang Dazhuang was stunned for a moment.

what did i say?

what have i done?

"No, Lao Ding, listen to me."

"There is a young man in our village who tinkered with a high-yield corn. This time I~"

"OK OK!"

Before he finished speaking, Lao Ding interrupted him, "I understand what you are thinking, don't talk about what you have and what you don't have."

After finishing speaking, he patted Yang Dazhuang who was holding the notebook.

"Everyone is a bright mirror in their hearts. Who doesn't know what's going on in your village?"

Lao Ding also felt a little emotional, "In those years, you led the revolution and beat devils, and you were at the forefront that time. In these years, your village will not let go until the end."

"He borrowed one thousand, and you borrowed two hundred. That's saved by every family tightening their belts."

Lao Ding's eyes were moist, "This time you guys bring this head, I, Lao Ding, am happy and appreciate it."

"But only this time, next time, take good care of the villagers for me, don't do this again!"

After Lao Ding finished speaking, he opened the door and left. He was afraid that tears would fall if he continued speaking.

Yang Dazhuang waited for Lao Ding to leave before reacting, "Hey, no, that's not the case."

Turned around and ran out.

Outside, everyone in Yangjiazhuang cooperated with the staff to pour the grain into special large sacks.

Bags of corn were poured in, and then someone pulled the hemp rope with an iron needle and quickly sewed it open.

At this moment, everyone watched Yang Dazhuang trying to talk behind Stationmaster Ding, but Stationmaster Ding didn't look at him at all, and the two ran to the edge of the warehouse one after the other, watching the warehouse inspector polish a stick The bamboo sticks are inserted in, and when they are pulled out, the corn at the bamboo joints is exposed in front of people.

The warehouse inspector pulled it by hand, there was no sand or stone, and the corn was all dry corn.

Nod to stamp that bag.

Lao Ding leaned over to take a look, nodded and commanded his subordinates, "Quickly put the weight into storage!"

Soon, sacks of grain were piled up and weighed. The recorder wrote the numbers on the blackboard, and the accountant next to him added bit by bit with his abacus.

The whole process was transparent and open, and people from several other villages watched from the sidelines.

"Okay, I know what you said."

"This is the receipt for you to make up for the outstanding food. This is the money to buy the remaining food. Take it all, hurry up and go!"

Lao Ding looked at Yang Dazhuang who was explaining on the side, and didn't want to talk to him, "It's just this time, don't do it like this next time!"

Yang Dazhuang was speechless, what he said was the truth.

Mr. Yang made it clear before he came, and he must make this clear.

However, he made it clear, but people didn't believe it.

It's messed up.

I had no choice but to take the money and go back to the village with everyone.

"Captain, how much is it?"

"Captain, is this enough to buy a cow?"

A group of people asked on the road, the joy of the harvest, and the completion of the task, everyone was in a good mood.

"Hey, how much do you guess?"

Yang Dazhuang didn't care about the seed food anymore, he just let the grandfather make up his mind later.

"How can we guess, there are three thousand?"

"Three thousand, I think it should be four thousand!"

"How can there be so many? This year's collection is cheaper. It would be nice to have two thousand."

Yang Dazhuang listened to everyone saying what he said, but he didn't speak.

There are 2142 yuan and 5 cents in the pocket of his clothes, which is cheaper than what he sold last year.

Back at Yangjiazhuang, Yang Dazhuang explained the situation to Mr. Yang.

After listening, Mr. Yang was silent.

He hadn't experienced it himself, and he didn't believe it.

"Forget it, let's talk about it when the autumn harvest comes. If you believe it, believe it. If you don't believe it, we will do it ourselves."

"Okay. By the way, this is the money for selling surplus grain. Wheat and corn are three points lower than before."

Mr. Yang didn't say anything else after hearing this, "I'm delaying the matter of buying cattle."

"Okay, by the way, go to the city in two days and talk to Xiaotao."

"My leg, I can't walk anymore."

……

On the weekend, Yang Xiaotao was picking up corn in the yard. Now that the sun is shining, it is time to ripen the corn.

There are already a hundred catties of seeds in the storage space, which are all recent harvests.

Nowadays, with the efforts of Xiaowei, the difficulty of breeding is getting lower and lower, and the harvest is naturally more and more.

Getting up from the cornfield, Yang Xiaotao went to the water tank and fished out a large watermelon from the wooden barrel beside it.

It weighs ten catties, with mottled blue lines, and the fingers can't help knocking on it.

"The sound is dull, worthy of being produced by the system."

Yang Xiaotao shook the water off the watermelon, and shouted at Wangcai who was lying on his stomach by the door, "Send someone to go."

Wangcai got up reluctantly and ran to Uncle Chen's house.

After a while, Uncle Chen came to Yang Xiaotao's house waving a cattail fan, "Where did you get this watermelon?"

"Bought from the market."

Yang Xiaotao laughed, picked up the kitchen knife casually, and prepared to cut it in half.

But he heard footsteps coming from the door, looked up, it was Yang Dazhuang and Yang Shitou.

It's just that both of them are carrying a big bag.

"Uncle Zhuang, Brother Stone."

"Why are you two here?"

Yang Xiaotao quickly put down the knife and grabbed the bags on their backs with a relaxed expression.

The two of them were no strangers to Yang Xiaotao's perverted strength.

"The grain that is not harvested, the village will send you some."

As Yang Dazhuang said, many people in the yard looked over at this time, and Qin Huairu, who was washing diapers by the pool, immediately got up and walked into the house.

Halfway there, when he heard that the delivery was food, he immediately widened his eyes in disbelief.

These days, doesn't it mean that people in the countryside can't get enough to eat?
How can there be food to give away?

She came from the countryside, how could she not know the situation in the village?

It's the same for them in Qinjia Village. They are exhausted all year round, and they can't eat enough for a month or two, so they can barely live.

Hearing this, seeing the expression on her mother-in-law's face, Qin Huairu's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly ran home.

Jia Zhang stood there holding Xiao Dang in a daze, even when the stick fell and cried, he didn't care.

"So much? I can't finish it all by myself. Take it back when you leave."

Yang Xiaotao looked at the next bag of white noodles and a bag of stick noodles, each weighing tens of catties.

There was another burst of taunting discussions in the courtyard, and Jia Zhang's eyes were even more bulging, wishing to step forward and shout, "He doesn't want it, I want it!"

"That's how it works. Everyone in the village has a share. This ration is yours, so you have to accept it."

Yang Dazhuang came here for the first time, and he only heard about the things in the courtyard and didn't take it to heart.

He said it straight out of his heart, and Jia Zhang immediately ran back to the house after hearing it.

After a while, Jia Zhang's questioning sound came from the Jia family, as well as Qin Huairu's explanation.

　Chapter 174 is under review

　　
　
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