Scholars in the courtyard.

Chapter 1920 Taste of Harvest

"One thousand pounds!"

Yang Xiaotao repeated the number in his mouth, and then a smile broke out on his face.

This is much higher than the yield of hybrid corn.

Whether it is one thousand one or one thousand nine hundred, this number is enough to prove that the hybrid rice, Chaoyang No. 1, is a success!

"Brother Yuan, congratulations, congratulations!"

Yang Xiaotao stretched out his right hand, Teacher Yuan held it with both hands, and then hugged Yang Xiaotao.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you for your support…”

"Brother Yuan, we should thank you for your persistence..."

Yang Xiaotao said seriously, Teacher Yuan wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, then turned and walked towards the person behind him!

"Thank you, thank you everyone, thank you all comrades..."

At this moment, Teacher Yuan hugged Yang Xiaotao, hugged Yu Hua, and hugged everyone present!

He finally found his way.

He finally realized his dream.

"One thousand kilograms per mu!!!"

“One thousand pounds!!”

As shouts rang out, the good news of a yield of 1,000 kilograms per mu spread far and wide, and people in the surrounding villages spread the joy even further...

These days, the best yield per mu of rice field will not exceed 400 kilograms.

Even if a family of four eats frugally, the total weight of adults and children is more than 1,000 kilograms.

These days, it is good if a family has more strong laborers so that they can take care of more rice fields.

But more people mean more food, and besides, they have to hand over the surplus grain to the government, so there won’t be much left.

The same is true for Jiangnan, a land of fish and rice.

Nowadays, a yield of 1,000 kilograms per acre of land means that the yield has more than tripled compared to the past.

Even if the taste is not so good, they are willing to eat it.

Besides, they had chewed it and found it was no worse than ordinary rice.

How could they not like such good grain?

"Xiao An, cook rice tonight, cook more so that everyone can have enough to eat!"

Teacher Yuan’s eyes were red, probably because he was excited!

An Ran nodded immediately after hearing this.

They want to taste the harvest.

night!

There is a cool breeze and the fragrance of rice is all around.

In the yard, two tables were set up, and people from the institute sat around them, drinking tea and drinking melon seeds, chatting and laughing from time to time.

However, while they were talking, many people's eyes were fixed on the kitchen nearby, then they turned around, picked up the cup of water on the table and took a sip to suppress their gluttony.

At this time, in the kitchen, Teacher Yuan looked at Yang Xiaotao's skillful movements, his experienced techniques, the braised pork in the pot, the golden potatoes, and the rich aroma. For a moment, he could not open his mouth and could only swallow his saliva mouthful by mouthful.

He really didn't expect that Yang Xiaotao could cook.

And it’s done so well!

Then he turned his head to look at the plates on the table, some fried fish, some stir-fried vegetables, and bottles of red chili sauce...

They are all the same material, how come...

Teacher Yuan and Yu Hua looked at each other, and then looked at An Ran who was standing there in a daze.

As if feeling the gazes of the two people, An Ran turned around and looked over. The two of them immediately turned their heads and looked at Yang Xiaotao who was tasting the saltiness of the food.

At the same time, I said the rest of the words in my heart.

The gap is so big!
An Ran snorted coldly, knowing exactly what the two were thinking.

Just looking at the meat in the pot and the food on the table, I couldn't help but look at the busy figures.

It’s okay for a grown man to be capable at work, but he can cook better than a woman, yet he is not a chef. It’s really unfair!
But the glutton in this stomach is bigger than that of others.

After all, there are two of them!

"Almost done. Wait a little longer and the potatoes will be more flavorful!"

Yang Xiaotao put down his chopsticks, swallowed the meat in his mouth, said something and walked to the rice cooker on the other side.

The stuff inside is rice.

There is an electric rice cooker in the institute, which was specially sent by Yang Xiaotao some time ago, but it seems that it is not used much now.

I don't know if it's to save electricity or if there aren't that many meters.

When you open the lid of the pot, white hot steam immediately rises from inside, and with the appearance of the hot steam, a unique aroma hits you in the face.

Yang Xiaotao also steamed rice when he lived in the courtyard, but it wasn't as fragrant as the one here.

I don’t know if it’s because of the new rice or the rice itself.

In short, the smell makes you hungry.

The people around could smell the aroma of meat and rice, and they felt their stomachs were about to suffocate.

Wang Hao looked at Hao Pingchuan with wide eyes and showed a hint of pride.

This is just the beginning. If you eat the fish made by Mr. Yang, that would be...

Guru
My stomach is not cooperating!
Hao Pingchuan looked back and forth at the stove. He was also a cook. The scrambled eggs with green onions he made back then were so delicious that even Old Luobu praised them.

But compared with what I have in front of me, it feels like comparing myself with the hotel chef.

The difference is too big!
"All right."

Just when Hao Pingchuan was distracted, Yang Xiaotao poked the rice with chopsticks, tasted the rice grains on the chopsticks, stood up and said with a smile.

In an instant, Xiaobo on the side handed over the rice bowl, and his speed was faster than Hao Pingchuan.

Let’s eat soon. If we wait any longer, we’ll either starve to death or die of greed.

As the rice came out of the pot, Yang Xiaotao also picked up the spatula and the braised pork and potatoes began to come out of the pot!
"It's out of the pot, time to eat!"

Wang Hao's voice came from the kitchen, and the enthusiastic discussion among the crowd suddenly stopped.

Then the smell of meat spread around, and everyone stared at the kitchen without blinking.

Wang Hao and Hao Pingchuan each held an iron basin and then gently placed it on the table.

In an instant, there was a sound of swallowing saliva.

"Comrades, welcome our chef!"

At this moment, Teacher Yuan and Yang Xiaotao came over with two plates of food each, put them on the table, and then spoke to everyone.

Everyone knew that this was Yang Xiaotao's masterpiece, and they applauded and expressed their gratitude.

"Alright, alright, your eyes are green, don't treat your stomach badly, eat quickly!"

Yang Xiaotao smiled and waved his hand. The group of people in front of him were willing to make sacrifices for a dream without complaining about the hard work.

This is a group of pure people.

Seeing them is like seeing my former self.

Yang Xiaotao said so, and Teacher Yuan was not polite. He was also hungry and kept shouting to everyone.

"Eat, eat!"

Slurp... "Delicious, so delicious..."

"These potatoes are better than meat."

"Really? Then give me your meat!"

"Don't think about it!"

"I also want a bowl of rice, it smells so good..."

"Your stomach is full but your eyes are not..."

"Hehe, it would be great if there was always more rice to eat..."

"In the future, there will definitely be more rice than every household can eat!"

"Yes, yes! Oh, my meat."

After dinner, everyone chatted in the yard, gathering in groups of three or four.

Maybe it was because the stone in my heart was gone, and I felt relaxed.

Some people play chess, some play cards, some chat together in large groups. The main theme of the whole courtyard is harmony.

Yang Xiaotao and Teacher Yuan were sitting on chairs. On the table between them were two enamel pots with tea leaves brewing in them.

The tea was naturally brought by Yang Xiaotao.

According to Mr. Yuan, if you don’t drink tea while working, you will not be able to sleep well at night, and you will not be energetic the next day.
Yang Xiaotao picked up the jar and took a sip. He put in a lot of tea leaves, so the taste was a little stronger.

But it doesn't matter.

When Yang Xiaotao put down the jar, Teacher Yuan also put it down and then asked, "Have you reported this to the higher-ups?"

Yang Xiaotao shook his head, "No, if we want to pass on the good news, we have to be careful."

"Otherwise, if you ask me for specific data, I won't be able to come up with anything. How can I do that?"

“So we should wait for the specific number to come out and tell it all at once.”

Seeing Yang Xiaotao say this, Teacher Yuan didn't think much of it.

Anyway, the rice is there, it just lacks the process of being weighed.

And what Yang Xiaotao said is right. The closer it gets to the final moment, the more rigorous and cautious we must be.

"Teacher Yuan, this time it was successful, what's next?"

Yang Xiaotao put down the jar and was curious about Teacher Yuan’s next research direction.

"I haven't thought about it yet."

When it comes to research direction, Teacher Yuan is also a little confused, especially if he succeeds, he doesn’t know where to go in the future.

"Maybe, we need to make seeds first, make lots of them, and let everyone use them."

“Well, it really needs to be promoted.”

Teacher Yuan suddenly looked at Yang Xiaotao and said, "Brother Yang, we still need the help of the Academy of Agricultural Sciences in this regard. Otherwise, we alone cannot satisfy so many needs."

"Don't worry about that. The old dean told me when I came here that once it is confirmed to be successful, the Academy of Agricultural Sciences will arrange a special breeding base, just like the Northwest Farm, to ensure the rapid production of grain seeds."

"That's great."

The two chatted for a while, then returned to the house to rest.

three days later.

Yang Xiaotao stood in front of the table, looking at the busy crowd in front of him, full of joy.

Hao Pingchuan and Wang Hao lifted the scale with sticks, with a bamboo basket hanging underneath. Xiaobo was holding the weight on the side. After the beam was balanced, they let the two put it down and started counting the stars on the scale from the beginning.

"This one, 106 and a half pounds."

After Xiaobo finished speaking, someone quickly took the bamboo basket away and replaced it with a new one.

Yu Hua wrote down the numbers on the side.

Soon another set of data came in, "110 pounds."

Not far away, there were four other teams weighing themselves in the same way.

At noon, Yang Xiaotao and Teacher Yuan got together and watched someone who was busy calculating nearby.

The formulas were listed one by one in the notebook, and the final results kept increasing.

There was someone checking next to him, fearing that the calculation was wrong.

Even so, the four people still calculated it three times, and only after confirming that it was accurate did they hand the final data to Teacher Yuan.

At this time, Yang Xiaotao missed the small and convenient calculator very much.

I don't know how the research on calculators is progressing.

"Brother Yang."

When I looked up and saw Teacher Yuan’s smiling face, I knew the final result was out.

"There are five acres of land in total, and the average rice yield per acre is 1185.3 kilograms."

Teacher Yuan spoke this in a heavy tone, fearing that if he spoke lightly, the data would be blown away by the wind.

When the people around heard this, they all raised their hands and cheered.

Although everyone has gotten used to it after these three days, they are still encouraged to hear the accurate data at this time.

"I'll report the good news to the chief."

After saying that, Yang Xiaotao walked towards the phone.

Teacher Yuan also followed with a smile, and a crowd of people gathered behind him.

After picking up the phone, Yang Xiaotao pondered for a moment. The old courtyard should still be in the northwest.

The phone call was connected with the number of Northwest, and soon the operator started working.

After waiting for about five minutes, Yang Xiaotao heard Gao Yufeng's voice faintly coming from the opposite side.

The phone signal was not very good and we could barely communicate.

"Director Gao, is the dean here? Has he gone down? Well, tell the dean."

“Hybrid rice was a success.”

"The yield per mu is 1,000 kilograms."

"Confirmed, I saw it myself."

"Write the report immediately and send it back."

One minute later, the communication ended.

Yang Xiaotao turned around and looked at everyone, "Director Gao from the Academy of Agricultural Sciences asked me to thank you all on their behalf."

“Thank you all for your efforts!”

"Also, Mr. Yuan, you will be going to Beijing in a few days. You will become famous overnight."

Teacher Yuan waved his hands and said, "No, no. I don't want to be famous."

"What I fear most is giving reports to others. To become famous, you have to attend this and that meeting. It's better to walk in the fields."

Yang Xiaotao gave a thumbs up and said, "You are right."

"It's a headache for me too, because when I explain the principles to them, they want to hear data, and it's hard to explain them clearly."

Haha
Teacher Yuan smiled happily. He felt that this Brother Yang was his confidant.

Although there is a big age gap between the two, they have both made achievements in the field of hybrid breeding. More importantly, they get along well.

He is not a talkative person, but when he is with Yang Xiaotao, he always feels like he has a lot to say.