Bright Sword's Bloody War of Resistance

Chapter 116 The "Old Farmer" from Yanda University

Zhao Gang didn't say much, put down the business at hand and took Zhou Weihan around the station.

The farm is built at the foot of the mountain, and the border is surrounded by a fence. Inside is a large open space and several loess houses.

"This is the farm. The east side is the chicken coop. Currently there are four to five hundred chickens, most of which are artificially hatched. They will be able to lay eggs after a while. The west side is the pig coop. There are now twenty-six piglets Cub." Zhao Gang introduced.

At this time, several soldiers were standing in the chicken coop, cleaning up the chicken manure.

A soldier with some bad legs and feet saw Zhou Weihan and the two: "Reporting regiment leader, political commissar, the first squad of the supply company is cleaning up the breeding farm, please give instructions."

"Zhang Er?" Zhou Weihan said.

"Hey, leader, do you still remember me?" Zhang Eryou said excitedly.

"How could I not remember that you were originally from the Sharp Knife Company. When you attacked the Liubao stronghold, your right leg was injured. You were looking for life and death all day long. My boy, now you are back on your feet." Zhou Weihan said.

Zhang Eryou patted his right leg and said with a smile: "Leader, don't look at my leg is lame now, but now I manage a lot of farms. I'm in charge of all the farms."

Zhou Weihan patted Zhang Eryou on the shoulder and said: "Good job, no matter whether you are in a combat position or not, if the breeding farm is done well, it is also contributing to the revolution. Your task now is not easy at all. Can our new second regiment do it in the future? It's up to you to eat meat."

Several people said as they walked: "What do these chickens and piglets usually eat, they must consume a lot of food, right?"

"These livestock are omnivorous. They usually eat wheat bran, vegetable leaves, corn, and sweet potatoes bought from fellow villagers. The manure produced by livestock will be specially composted and then used for crops. As the old saying goes, this has formed a closed industrial chain!" Zhang Eryou said excitedly.

"Old Zheng? Which Elder Zheng?" Zhou Weihan asked.

"After the transfer, I will take you to see him." Zhao Gang said.

Several people walked to the pigsty, and the white pigs in the pigsty were very conspicuous, obviously bigger than the other black pigs, Zhou Weihan saw the white pigs mixed with the black pigs at a glance.

"Where did these white pigs come from? I remember that all the villagers in the neighborhood raised black pigs!" Zhou Weihan asked in surprise.

"These are all brought by Mr. Zheng, and they are said to be imported from abroad." Zhao Gang said.

"Leader, these six white pigs are obviously easier to feed than the black pigs, and they grow fat faster." Zhang Eryou said.

Most of the pork that people eat now is white-skinned pigs, which makes many people think that pigs look like this, especially when some children ask him what color a pig is, he will definitely say it is white without hesitation, because no matter what Whether in their hometown in the countryside or on TV, they have only seen white pigs.

But in fact, white pigs are not original to our country, but imported from foreign countries. The native pigs domesticated in our country are actually all black. Some people don’t believe it. When talking about black pigs, you can only think of wild boars. It is deeply rooted in the hearts of many people, but the older generation will definitely not be unfamiliar with black pigs, because this is an unforgettable memory of their time. It can be said that black pigs were the mainstream of their pig raising at that time, just like today's Like a white pig.

It is well known that native pork tastes good, and the native black pig has strong reproductive ability and is not easy to get sick, so it is more worry-free to raise. However, it is good but has a fatal flaw, that is, the breeding cycle is too long.

Generally speaking, white pigs can be slaughtered in 4 to 5 months, and can grow to 200-300 catties, but black pigs can only be slaughtered for at least a year, and can only grow to about 150 catties.

"Old Zhao, I'm getting more and more curious about the old Zheng you're talking about now, what a skill it is to get even such a good thing." Zhou Weihan said.

"Secondly, where is Mr. Zheng now? Why didn't you see him?" Zhao Gang asked.

"Mr. Zheng should be in his research institute now." Zhang Eryou said.

The research institute is located on a small plain among the mountains. There are seven or eight acres of wheat fields. An old man in a sweatshirt and a straw hat is weeding in the field.

"Old Zheng, look who is here?" Zhao Gang shouted from the field.

Hearing Zhao Gang's call, the old man put his hoe on his shoulder and walked towards the two of them.

"Xiao Zhouzi, are you back?" the old man shouted from a long distance away.

Zhou Weihan's face darkened, no one called him Xiao Zhouzi for a long time, even the brigade commander didn't dare to call him that.

"Old Zheng, so it's you, I wonder who has such a great ability!" Zhou Weihan said excitedly.

Mr. Zheng in Zhou Weihan's mouth is an "old farmer" of Yanda University. Mr. Zheng is a teacher of the Department of Agriculture of Yanda University. He is affectionately called an "old farmer" by Yanda students.

The reason is because the teacher takes the students to work in the fields even in class, and usually looks like an "old farmer".

At that time, Yanda was short of funds for a period of time, and the students couldn't afford to eat, and all of them looked disheveled. It was Mr. Zheng who led people to open up wasteland and raise livestock to overcome the difficulties.

During the period of the Republic of China, agronomy was a completely unpopular major, and the popular literature department had golden signs of Chen and Zhou, and the students who attended were crowded to the door of the classroom.

The source of students for agronomy is not even comparable to that of engineering, and it is difficult to recruit people. Zhou Weihan remembers that there were only a dozen boys in his class.

"Mr. Zheng, I never expected that my new second regiment could invite you, a capable person. I thought you moved south with the school!" Zhou Weihan said happily.

"I'm getting old and I don't want to move anymore, so I went back to my hometown in Zunhua, but Zhao Gang called me here," Zheng said.

"Didn't you tell me to develop agricultural and sideline industries? I thought that we are all laymen and see if we can find Mr. Zheng, so I asked Comrade Wang Ying to contact the comrades in Zunhua, Hebei. Found it." Zhao Gang said.

"I still have to thank you for finding a safe place for me to concentrate on my research. The little devil is everywhere, and life is really difficult." Zheng Lao said.

"It's our new second regiment who should thank you for solving a big problem for us, setting up a chicken farm, and even bringing in foreign white pigs." Zhou Weihan said excitedly.

"As long as there are fertilized eggs, it is not difficult to incubate the eggs artificially. I brought the foreign white pigs from the school's farm back then, and they are hybrids with local native pigs. I am also generous to others." Mr. Zheng is still the same as before. High-spirited and bright.

"Your New Second Regiment chose a geomantic treasure land. Although most of the base area is mountainous, there are many small plains in the mountains that have been scoured by rivers for a long time. The soil is very fertile and the water source is abundant. Let you pick up a bargain." Mr. Zheng talked about his old profession.

As Mr. Zheng said, most of the base areas of the New Second Regiment are mountainous areas, and some of the smaller villages have only seven or eight households, and the population is so small that it is difficult to reclaim wasteland.

Fortunately, after Zhou Weihan ordered the wasteland reclamation, all members of the New Second Regiment were mobilized, and the reclaimed wasteland ranged from a few fractions of land to a large one of two or three mu.

　I was delayed by the train to go home, and I didn’t get home until after six o’clock. The first leave note in 2022 was used up.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)