Scholars in the courtyard.

Chapter 182 Seek Truth From Facts
Soon, Yang Dazhuang, Yang Shitou and Ding Fatty, who missed the meal, got together and started eating.

Fatty Ding looked at the hot sauce on the table, and the duck egg yolk cut into oil, and the corn tortilla in his hand became even sweeter.

"Stone, tell me about Yang Xiaotao!"

After Yang Dazhuang finished eating and left, he still had to prepare to hand in the surplus food. Yang Shitou was licking the skin of duck eggs, and Fatty Ding took the opportunity to ask.

After hearing this, Yang Shitou admired Yang Xiaotao from the bottom of his heart.

Immediately gave a thumbs up, "Uncle Fat, speaking of Xiaotao, that's the case in our village."

Look proud.

Then he praised Yang Xiaotao for getting corn, and added a sentence at the end.

"Is Xiaotao still a worker at the rolling mill in the city?"

Fatty Ding slowly put down the bread in his hands, his eyes gleaming.

He has already thought about the benefits of being an inventor if the matter of high-yield corn is promoted.

Now that he heard that it was a worker in the city, he had even more thoughts in his heart.

"Shitou, uncle asks you something."

Yang Shitou looked up at him, Fatty Ding approached and whispered.

"Does this Yang Xiaotao have a date?"

Unexpectedly, after speaking, Yang Shitou jumped up and ran outside.

"Hey, what are you doing, don't run away..."

Fatty Ding was taken aback, and then cursed.

"Little bunny!"

But he knew in his heart that this guy must have been explained by Mrs. Yang, and his thoughts were lightened by three points.

After eating, Fatty Ding left with his subordinates in a hurry, and everyone in Yangjiazhuang also followed the regulations and began to pack up the food and prepare to hand over the surplus food to the public.

Fatty Ding returned to the grain station, only said a few words to his deputy, and then he was busy in the office.

He knew that if he told the director like this, he would definitely not be able to explain it clearly.

Fortunately, he has a record book in his hand, and the data on it is just for use.

So, after working hard for more than an hour, Fatty Ding finally came up with a [-]-word article. Although there were deletions, deletions, and parentheses and carets on the paper, the content was realistic.

Afterwards, I called the one with the best handwriting in the food station, copied it again, and then I was satisfied with the rest.

The next day, Fatty Ding got up before dawn, put on his clothes, took a bun, and went out with the written report in his arms.

"Director, Ding Deliang is here and says he has an urgent matter with you."

In the spacious office, in front of the long reception table, a middle-aged Mediterranean man held a wolf hair in his right hand, with a serious expression, as if he was planning something.

At this time, the secretary knocked on the door and walked in, and said respectfully to the middle-aged man.

A trace of displeasure flashed across the face of the middle-aged man. He had finally found some inspiration and was about to write a book. At this time, someone came, which made him very upset.

But when he heard the name of the visitor, he still lowered his hair and put down his rolled up sleeves.

"Let him in."

"Yes."

Soon, the director sat back at his desk, with a few newspapers in front of him, and read them leisurely.

"Director Huo! Are you busy?"

Fatty Ding's voice came from the door, and the smile on his face looked very friendly.

But Director Huo glanced at it, and stopped reading. He put down the newspaper in his hand and pointed to the stool in front of him.

Fatty Ding immediately walked over and sat down.

"If you're not watching from below, what are you doing here? If something goes wrong, I can settle the score with you."

"Director, this time is a big event, a great event."

Fatty Ding finished speaking and took out the report from his arms, and handed it to Director Huo's desk with both hands.

Director Huo didn't look at it either, he raised his head and put his hands together, "Don't be silly, what's the matter, just tell me quickly, I'm busy every day."

Seeing this, Fatty Ding smiled and sat on the stool.

Then organize your thoughts and start talking.

Two minutes later, Director Huo interrupted Fatty Ding with a look of impatience.

Fatty Ding opened his mouth, this is not the point, why not let it be said?
"Director, I..."

"Okay, what do I think is the big deal?"

Director Huo waved his hand and threw the newspaper in front of him forward.

"Look, come and have a look."

"Which of the above reports is not a big deal?"

"Which one is worse than what you said? Look at this, three kinds of fruits grow on one tree, realizing the off-season planting technology. Is this important?"

"And this, one potato weighs [-] catties, and it takes a whole field to plant, so you don't know what the harvest will be?"

When Fatty Ding heard this, he was anxious.

"No, Director, don't you know that I don't know?"

"What kind of out-of-season fruit is grafted, and the potatoes are also produced on purpose. Let alone popularized, it is difficult to grow another one."

boom!
Fatty Ding violated Director Huo's taboo in his eagerness.

This director Huo is most annoying when people say that he doesn't know anything about the field.

With a slap on the table, Fatty Ding sat down in fright, his body sticking to the back of the chair.

"Ding Deliang, pay attention to your attitude."

"Is this how you report to your superiors? Do you still have respect in your eyes? I am not as good as you as a director? Can you still do things?"

Fatty Ding opened his mouth wide, his face full of grievances.

He's telling the truth.

"Go out, go back and watch the grain station for me!"

Director Huo pointed at the door, Fatty Ding didn't dare to say more, got up and left slowly.

"Wait!"

Before Fatty Ding could turn around, Director Huo picked up the newspaper again.

"Take this thing back, and work with peace of mind in the future. Don't engage in these empty-headed things, and serve the people sincerely."

"Let's go back."

Fatty Ding took a deep breath, walked up to him, picked up the report, turned around and left.

He has seen it.

Watching Fatty Ding leave, the unhappiness in Director Huo's heart slowly disappeared.

Standing up and coming to the long table, he pondered for a while, picked up the wolf brush and stained it with ink, and brushed it twice.

A pair of iron paintings and silver hooks is completed, and I am very satisfied.

"Not bad! Seek truth from facts!"

Director Huo looked at his masterpiece and sighed repeatedly.

"Xiao Liu, come."

"Frame the writing and hang it here."

……

Fatty Ding touched the report in his arms, and looked back at the office building, his face full of helplessness.

He didn't dare to pull the director over like Yang Dazhuang did.

And he felt that even if he pulled him away, with the director's attitude, he would not pay much attention to it.

After all, there are too many exaggerated things these days.

"Forget it, let's go back and talk."

At noon, Fatty Ding returned to the grain station.

At this time, Yang Dazhuang led the villagers to bring the surplus food that the villagers had already handed over, which was more than last time.

The village left enough rations, and then lent two thousand catties to Gaojiazhuang, and the rest was brought in.

"Station Master Ding, how are you doing?"

Seeing this, Yang Dazhuang hurriedly asked.

Fatty Ding dragged Yang Dazhuang into the room and whispered the matter in a low voice.

Yang Dazhuang was angry when he heard this.

Why don't they believe it?
If Yang Xiaotao's technology had been adopted earlier, how much more food would be produced in the countryside.

Yang Dazhuang couldn't figure it out, but he didn't have an attack either.

After all, he had heard about these things when he met Yang Xiaotao last time.

Wasn't the material he reported also being ignored?
Otherwise, Grandfather would not have made such a bad move.

"You go back and talk to the grandfather, and I will take this matter to heart."

"Since it doesn't work once, I'll make two more trips. This kind of thing that benefits the country and the people can't just be buried like this!"

Fatty Ding made up his mind that this must be done.

Yang Dazhuang nodded, and then continued to hand over the food.

This time, after Yangjiazhuang paid the public grain, the remaining surplus grain was sold.

There is no change in price, but the advantage in quantity has directly exceeded 5000 yuan.

Ren Yang Dazhuang was prepared for the thick stack of bills, and trembled when he took the money.

However, he reacted quickly.

When the money came, I discussed with the village how to use it.

In the afternoon, people in Yangjiazhuang went home one after another, only Yang Dazhuang led a dozen people to the pasture outside Sijiu City.

When waiting for the return journey, there was one more adult cattle and two calves in the team.

Along the way, many people in the village saw it, and they were all curious and envious.

A cow is an important property in the village, and farming is inseparable from him.

But these days, labor such as cattle and horses is an important criterion to measure the wealth of a village.

Look at the two calves again, they can grow up after only one or two years of storage, and they are one male and one female, and they can give birth to another calf after two years of breeding.

In the future, life in Yangjiazhuang will only get better and better.

Back in the village, Yang Dazhuang arranged for the cattle to be raised by a special person, and then came to Mr. Yang's house and told about Fatty Ding.

After listening to Mr. Yang, he just smoked in silence, and finally said after a long time, "Okay, let's leave this matter as it is for now."

Yang Dazhuang nodded and left immediately.

Mr. Yang looked at the setting sun and continued to remain silent.

Yang Xiaotao didn't know what happened in Yangjiazhuang, he just went to and from get off work step by step, read, ate and slept.

In my spare time, I practice stabbing and moving my body, go fishing with Uncle Chen, and spend weekends in the library.

He found that it is easier to enter the state of reading in the library, even if it is a book he has read before, there will be unexpected gains when he reads it again.

As for the matter of hybrid corn, he has already figured it out, as long as he can help Yangjiazhuang.

The reason why he has this mentality is not that Yang Xiaotao is small-minded, but that in this era, there are too many "magical" things like hybrid corn.

What was advertised in the newspaper, the big-character posters on the wall, and the banners that hung up, they emerged one after another.

Compared with those existences with an output of [-] to [-] per mu, this output will not attract attention at all.

Therefore, Yang Xiaotao could only wait until the wind passed and the sand was blown away, and the gold would emit its original light.

Unlike Grandpa Yang's helplessness, Fatty Ding, who learned about the situation in Yangjiazhuang, did not let go of Yang Xiaotao's Buddhism.

It's just that Fatty Ding can see clearly that the current atmosphere is like this, and it's useless to just say it blindly.

He needs actual proof.

And the best proof is to let more villages grow this kind of corn, so as to get more food.

Only in this way will the higher authorities have to pay attention.

In this regard, he is sure to persuade Mr. Yang to give up some of the grain to other villages.

However, I heard that the output of this kind of seed is not much, and it is not easy to satisfy a village.

He has to talk about this matter, and see if he can think of a way to expand breeding.

(End of this chapter)