Scholars in the courtyard.

Chapter 681
yangjiazhuang

Ran Qiuye stayed at her natal family's house for one night, and the next afternoon, she took her little Dragon Boat Festival and rode back to Yang's Village by bike.

As soon as he settled down at home, Mr. Yang came to ask about the situation.

Ran Qiuye left in a hurry that day, he hadn't asked clearly yet, and he has been worrying and thinking about it these days.

In the house, Mr. Yang was hugging Little Dragon Boat Festival. He hadn't seen him for a few days, so he said that he dreamed about it at night, and now he won't let go of it.

Ran Qiuye told what happened these days, Mr. Yang could understand.

"Bullshit!"

After speaking, he left with Xiao Duanwu in his arms.

Ran Qiuye smiled, an old family is like a treasure.

This old lady is the treasure of the whole village.

Picking up the backpack, Ran Qiuye headed to school.

Ever since the Little Dragon Boat Festival, Grandpa has put his heart at ease. The last time the old comrades got together, the two of them didn't know what to say, and within a few days they put most of their energy on the little guy, revealing from time to time "what's the successor?" Some people", "what to carry forward", "what not to lose face" and so on.

Yang Xiaotao heard about it at the time, and thinking of the agreement, he knew that the grandfather must have promised something and something.

My heart is full of sympathy, ahem, confidence for the future of Xiaoduanwu!

Therefore, during this period of time, the grandfather's management of the school has been relaxed.

However, that doesn't mean it's gone.

After all, Ran Qiuye is just a teacher. Even if she becomes a mother, she is only a 22-year-old girl. Let her teach students what she is good at, but let her manage a growing school. .

Therefore, it is Yang Xiaotao's favorite Teacher Hong who is responsible for the management of the school.

After Mr. Yang's observation, this person is very good at management and scheduling, even better than him.

If Yang Xiaotao was here, he would definitely curl his lips.

They have taken care of hundreds of thousands of people, and the school's people are not up to the grade.

That being the case, the grandfather is also willing to be a hands-off shopkeeper.

Of course, Mr. Hong refused. The reason is very simple. He is a reformed laborer. Doing so will cause trouble for the farm.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Yang would not be happy to say this, what's the trouble?Teaching in schools is not reform through labor?Is it not reform through labor to be responsible for cultivating reserve forces for the revolution?

Whoever has an idea, let it come to me.

Well, what Mr. Yang said really makes sense.

Thus, Mr. Hong became the principal and assistant of Yangjiazhuang Primary School abruptly.

"Teacher Ran, are you back?"

As soon as he walked to the school gate, Ran Qiuye met Teacher Hong who was going out.

"Yes, Mr. Hong. Where are you going?"

Ran Qiuye looked at Teacher Hong, who was tall and well-dressed, walking out hurriedly with a notebook in his hand, and couldn't help asking curiously.

Seeing Ran Qiuye come back, Teacher Hong first asked what happened that day, Ran Qiuye picked up the unimportant ones, but Teacher Hong still kept the matter of the pressure cooker in mind.

Then he said with a smile, "The farm wants to sell pigs, and it happens that the school is out of class, so the village chief asked me to help keep the accounts."

"By the way, we're going to kill a pig tonight, and the whole village will celebrate together."

"Killing pigs? Why? We don't kill pigs until Chinese New Year!"

These days, killing pigs is not a trivial matter, especially the materials for raising pigs are well known above. How many pigs will be consumed in which village, and how many pigs will be handed in at that time, each has its own standards. No, the village has to subsidize some materials.

Therefore, most of the villages that can really afford to raise pigs these days are Yuliang villages, and even ordinary Yuliang villages have to be considered. After all, there is no feed these days, and there is no food for people. How can there be something to feed pigs?

When Teacher Hong heard Ran Qiuye's question, he was not in a hurry, but patiently explained.

"The farms on our farm use our own materials, so we don't need support from above. Naturally, the pigs raised don't have to pay for the materials."

"Furthermore, our farm is self-contained, and the production output only needs to complete the tasks of the superior. This farm is developed by ourselves, and the pigs we raise can be bought and eaten naturally."

Ran Qiuye understood it, that is, the pig raising did not cost the public money, and the pigs were born by sows in his own village, so there was no task relationship.

"Although the superiors have no task targets for the farm, the farm still sells most of the pigs to the slaughterhouse. This is a good thing in itself, and they are not happy enough."

Teacher Hong said happily, thinking of the big fat pigs in that pen, each weighing almost two hundred catties, he never felt in his heart that raising pigs would have such a sense of accomplishment.

What's more, they sell these pigs to slaughterhouses at a low price, earning little, but contributing to the construction of the country.

This makes the entire farm proud.

"You don't know, the people from the slaughterhouse came the day before yesterday and saw the big fat pigs. Everyone was stunned. There are not so many carts! It was a day's delay, and I bought several carts today. .”

Teacher Hong said that Ran Qiuye could feel the joy, the joy of sharing.

"Teacher Hong, hurry up, I'll go to the school to see."

"Okay, let's talk back!"

After speaking, Teacher Hong walked quickly to the farm in the south of the village.

When I came to the farm, there were already people gathered around, including those from Yangjiazhuang, Gaojiazhuang and Baima Village.

A group of people surrounded the entire farm circle after circle.

In the middle position, Yang Dazhuang, Pan Jianjun and Ding Fatty are full of faces.

Fatty Ding, in particular, looked radiant and energetic.

In front of him was Director Wang of the slaughterhouse, followed by director Wu of the slaughterhouse.

These two people, if Yang Xiaotao would know each other here, it was the installation of heating furnaces in their factory that started the road of independent innovation in the rolling mill.

At this moment, Factory Manager Wang looked at the big fat pigs in the pigsty, and his eyes were full of shock.

too big.

too fat.

Great.

With emotion in his heart, but his face remained calm.

Director Wu, who followed along, acted as a pioneer to ask the way, "Director Yang, let me ask, has it really been raised for more than five months?"

Yang Dazhuang nodded, "Indeed, it took more than five months to raise Piggy to this size!"

I added another sentence in my heart, it took only three months to start raising earthworms.

"It's unbelievable, I can't believe it. Director Ding, how do you feed the grain store? No, what did you feed the pigs? I mean. Oh, what did you send to make the pigs look like this?"

Director Wu's excited speech was a bit awkward, and even Quancheng's accent was exposed.

"Director Wu, what you said is wrong." Fatty Ding said proudly.

"The farms in this village are useless for the grain store. They are raised by the villagers themselves. I, the director of the grain store, can guarantee this."

"However, if you really want to say that there is something special in it, hehe, there really is!"

When Fatty Ding said it, the director Wang beside him became very calm.

"Director Ding, don't be so secretive, just speak directly."

Fatty Ding glanced at Yang Dazhuang.

Yang Dazhuang nodded and walked to the front, he was also shocked by Yang Xiaotao's method of raising pigs with earthworms.

No one thought that raising earthworms would have such great benefits.

"Director Wang, I can grow so strong because of..."

Yang Dazhuang explained slowly, while Director Wang and Director Wu on the side both talked loudly, feeling as if subverting their own cognition.

"Earthworm? Earth dragon? Long worm?"

Director Wu said excitedly.

"Yes, that's the thing!"

"Can I go take a look?"

Director Wang asked, Yang Dazhuang nodded, and then led the two of them to the south.

From behind, Fatty Ding called out, "Gentlemen, help me."

"Today, it's out!"

A group of men around them rushed to the pigsty with hemp rope and wooden sticks in their hands.

On the side, Teacher Hong was holding a notebook, his smiling eyes narrowed into slits.

coax
squeak……

On the other side, Director Wang followed Yang Dazhuang to the pond where the earthworms were raised, and looked at the yellowed dead leaves inside, which was nothing special.

Yang Hui was called over by Yang Dazhuang and explained.

Now that the weather is cold, the earthworms are all in the soil, and they will move and reproduce when the weather is warmer.

Yang Dazhuang asked Yang Hui to shovel the soil and fell to the ground. There were seven or eight earthworms inside. Although they were not big, they were quite a lot.

He also listened to Yang Hui explain the benefits of raising earthworms, how to grind earthworms into powder and mix them in pig food, which made them more sure that it was true.

"Director Wang, next year there will be a pond next year, but it is for Gaojiazhuang. Their village will also raise pigs next year. By this time next year, your slaughterhouse will have a few more cars!"

Director Wang looked into the distance, and a thought suddenly came to his mind.

"If this method of raising earthworms is popularized, can more pigs be raised?"

If this is handed over to the superiors and promoted throughout the country, then he will become famous. At that time, he will not be the director of the slaughterhouse. With this alone, he can at least be promoted to the third level!
As soon as this idea got out of hand, the fire in my heart also burned, and I took Yang Hui's hand and asked how to raise earthworms.

But Yang Hui just knew how to do it, but he didn't know why he did it.

Director Wang was a little disappointed, so he asked who invented it.

Yang Dazhuang smiled and said with a little pride, "Yang Xiaotao from our village, he did it."

"Yang Xiaotao from the rolling mill?"

Director Wu suddenly spoke.

"Yes, it's him!"

"Oh, the factory manager, he, that Yang Xiaotao, is the radiator, did you forget?"

Director Wang instantly recalled the previous scene, among the leaders, that indifferent young man.

That young man who was valued by Mr. Xia.

Most of the heat in my heart dissipated, but I found that the credit for reporting is not small.

"Director Yang, let's go and have a look."

As he spoke, he took Yang Dazhuang's hand and walked towards the farm affectionately.

This is the Yang family, and it is beneficial and harmless for him to have a good relationship.

In the slaughterhouse, pigs are knocked down one by one, and then the front and rear legs on one side are tied with a rope, and the iron hook passes through the middle. After the two are installed, they use wooden sticks to lift the steelyard, and use their strength together.

With a squeak, the second senior brother got up from the ground, shook his body twice, and then made a squeak.

Uncle Jiu fiddled with the weight, adjusting the balance of the scale bit by bit.

"Two hundred and zero... three and a half catties!"

Aww
After hearing two hundred catties, everyone cheered.

The two people carrying the scale rubbed their shoulders, their eyes filled with excitement.

"Quick, take it away, the next one!"

Uncle Jiu glanced at the numbers in Mr. Hong's notebook, and among the long series of three-digit numbers, there were a few numbers starting with two that stood out.

"Teacher Hong, how much is it?"

Teacher Hong only calculated in his heart, "Eighteen heads, a total of three thousand four hundred and twenty-six catties."

"More than 3000? Haha, how many more are there?"

Uncle Jiu shouted, and Yang Shitou looked around the circle, "Uncle Jiu, besides the two left, there are eleven more."

"Eleven heads? Teacher Hong, guess how much we can sell this time?"

Teacher Hong immediately calculated in his notebook.

Adding eleven heads, calculated on average, at least five thousand catties, sold to the slaughterhouse according to the evaluation, then
Teacher Hong listed them in his notebook and quickly calculated the results.

On the side, Uncle Jiu took advantage of his name and said, "Ten hundred, my God, so many?"

Teacher Hong nodded, "At least this much."

"Okay, quickly, lift it up."

Uncle Jiu urged, and the helpers on the side rushed into the pigsty again, pulled out the second senior brother who had been selected by his ears and tail, and then the two of them went up and fell down, with their legs tied, unbelievably skilled.

"Come on, lift it up."

Amidst the cheerful laughter, Teacher Hong looked at the numbers on the notebook, and then turned to look at the method of raising earthworms and feeding pigs, "Good stuff!"

(End of this chapter)