The booming era begins with the director of the Propaganda Department!

Chapter 495: Good news one after another!

Ah, this...

When Zhang Shenfei heard the question from the lady from the Ministry of Agriculture, a hint of embarrassment flashed across his eyes.

What what what?? I don’t understand anything…

How does he know these professional things?

From the beginning to the end, he never studied hybrid rice at all.

If he had to say his contribution, it was that he discovered the male sterile plant's father in the space and gave it to Yuan Longping.

As for the combination of copies and other versions, screening, nurturing, and training the next generation, these are all done by Yuan Longping.

Oh, by the way, when Yuan Longping and Teacher Jin were having a falling out, he went to Nanhu Province, packed up all the experimental rice seedlings and took them away, storing them in the space.

I heard that the person who lost the two acres of experimental rice seedlings still can't figure out how he managed to get rid of those rice seedlings in just a few minutes.
The more this person thought about it, the more he got stuck in a dead end. Eventually he was admitted to a mental hospital and has not been released since.

After harvesting the two acres of rice seedlings,
He then sent them to his uncle's home in Yanshan, and the entire village worked together to preserve these precious rice seedlings that could change the fate of the people across the country.

Huh?
Zhang Shenfei was a little nervous at first, always feeling that he had not contributed anything.

But after reviewing it this way, it seems, as if, I may have made quite a lot of contributions!!!

After all, without their help, the rice seedlings would be destroyed and the people of the country would have to suffer from hunger for many more years.

Simply put, he felt that although he didn't do much, each of him was well-placed.

It is said that a small weight can bear a thousand pounds.
He is a person who has a very high sense of deservingness.

When I thought about it this way, I immediately felt that it was natural for me to be the second author of the hybrid rice paper.

When Zhang Shenfei looked at the female professor from the Ministry of Agriculture again, he no longer felt embarrassed. Instead, he said frankly, "I'm not sure about this question... Mainly because my professor and I are in charge of different areas...

But don't worry, I have written down your question, and I will ask you carefully next time I see you."

"Okay, thank you for your help." The female professor took out a pencil and a piece of paper from her trouser pocket while speaking, "I'll give you my contact information..."

Zhang Shenfei took the paper calmly, and the two chatted for a few more words before parting ways.

Seeing the female professor leave,

Lao Zhao at the side could not help but speak up immediately: "Lao Zhang, when did you start studying agriculture? Hybrid rice...what the hell is that?"

Isn't rice just rice? Why is it related to hybridization?

In his impression, aren't all hybrids animals?

A hybrid puppy is called a "chuanchuan", a hybrid horse is called a "mule"... and a hybrid human is called a "bastard"...

He scratched his head, his eyes flashing with clear stupidity: "What do you think that rice was hybridized with? Wheat or corn?"

It would be fine if it was hybridized with wheat, but if it was hybridized with corn, it would grow to be more than two meters tall, and the ears of grain would be twenty centimeters.

Hiss! ! Thinking of this, Lao Zhao suddenly became extremely excited.

"If that really happens, we can eat as much food as we want in the future??? If we are full of rice, any imperialism can be killed!!!"

It has been more than ten years since the founding of the country, and the issue of food has always been a top priority. In order to have enough food, everyone has paid too much! !
Zhang Shenfei laughed in silence: "Brother, what are you thinking about? What mongrel dog, mongrel donkey?"

He roughly told Lao Zhao about the model of hybrid rice, but Lao Zhao didn't understand it at all.

He just said that he was disappointed that rice could not hybridize with corn and grow 20-centimeter ears of grain.

"Don't say you're disappointed. I'm disappointed too. If you have the ability, go and study it!" Zhang Shenfei said to him and then said, "Let's go to the plastic factory quickly. If you're late, they'll be off work..."

"Well, what about hybrid rice and hybrid corn? Let's just do the business first." Old Zhao also showed that he didn't care much about hybrid rice.

After all, Yuan Longping's paper has only caused a sensation in their academic circles.

It is still a long way from the lives of ordinary people.

……

In the afternoon, Zhang Shenfei and Lao Zhao went to the plastic factory and gave the other party the drawings of the two-compartment rubber septic tank.

After discussion, both parties agreed that this thing could be done, and it was very feasible to promote it to 90% of the city or even the whole country, so they decided to make ten samples first.

I didn't make it home for dinner.

Zhang Shenfei blackmailed Lao Zhao for another meal of braised pork and steamed buns.

After eating and drinking, he rode his bicycle towards Gulou East Street in the winter evening breeze.

The Chinese New Year is only a few days away, and the festive atmosphere is getting stronger on the streets.

Although the presence of stalls selling New Year goods and Spring Festival couplets has decreased a lot in recent years, it still exists.

These small vendors are self-employed individuals registered under the street office, and most of them are physically disabled.

This can be considered as a kind of preferential treatment from the country to them.

When he rode his bicycle to the intersection of Gulou East Street and Nanluoguxiang, Zhang Shenfei saw a pretty figure standing under the street light in front of him.

Bai Xinsheng? ? Doesn’t this young wife live in Dengzhan Hutong? ?

Zhang Shenfei's heart moved, and he knew that the other party must be looking for him.

So he rode his bike in front of the man and stopped, then asked casually, "Didn't you just buy ten kilograms of wine? You finished it so quickly? Your husband is a heavy drinker, right?"

Bai Xinsheng looked at him, his eyes seeming to want to say something but unable to.

As if she wanted to say something, she raised her hand and tucked the loose hair behind her ears: "Um, I'm not here to buy wine..."

"What are you here for?" Zhang Shenfei wondered.

"I, well, I'm pregnant..." Bai Xinsheng's voice was very soft, and if you didn't listen carefully, you wouldn't be able to hear it at all.

Hiss, pregnant? ! ! Is this another live advertisement for their red-haired medicinal wine?

Zhang Shenfei smiled and said, "Congratulations. Your long-cherished wish has finally come true.

When you give birth to your baby tomorrow, you must treat me to red eggs. Don't worry, I'm not a slacker and I'll definitely give you a big red envelope."

When Bai Xinsheng heard this, an indescribable emotion flashed across his eyes...

Rainy night, drunk, mother-in-law's pleading, my own reluctance to obey, drunken amnesia... and a series of mistakes...

She moved her lips several times as if she wanted to say something, but she swallowed the words back when they reached her lips.

Forget it, if you don’t know, then you don’t know... Let it be, maybe this is the best result.

Thinking of this, she looked at Zhang Shenfei and gave him a forced smile: "My mother-in-law asked me to come and thank you. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have this child at all...

Well, these are a little gift from our whole family, you must accept them."

As she spoke, she took out a paper bag from her carry-on bag and handed it over.

Zhang Shenfei did not refuse and accepted it directly: "Okay, then I won't be polite."

After the two chatted for a few more sentences, Bai Xinsheng reluctantly confessed his love to Zhang Shenfei and walked away looking back every few steps.

Zhang Shenfei sighed in his heart, recalling the first time he saw Xiao Fendie in Taohuju when he had just traveled through time.

At that time she was still a big sister, considered to be of the lowest class.

Now, more than a decade later, I have become one of the eight salesmen, managing an entire supply and marketing cooperative. I also have my own child, so I can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel.

Riding a bicycle, Zhang Shenfei returned to the courtyard and bumped into Xu Damao head-on again.

"Hey, Director Zhang, are you back from shopping?" Xu Damao asked casually while looking at the big bag in Zhang Shenfei's basket.

"Oh, this was given to a friend of mine before. I gave him ten kilograms of red medicinal wine. Now the couple is pregnant, right? It's a special gift to thank me." Zhang Shenfei said as he opened the cloth bag and grabbed a handful of candy from it and stuffed it into Xu Damao's pocket.

Pregnant? Xu Damaoqun lowered his eyes, suppressing the gloom in his eyes.

Why can others do it but Xu Damao can't? ?

……

After the Spring Festival,

It means that 1964 has completely arrived.

The new year has started with good news.

On January 2, the Gallic Rooster established diplomatic relations with my country, which marked the first time that my country established diplomatic relations with a Western developed country. It broke the blockade of the United States and the Russian Bear and improved my country's international status.

In February, the "Notice on Transmitting the Report of the Ministry of Petroleum Industry on the Situation of Qinghai's Oil Industry" was published in the newspaper.

The report shows that after three years of hard work, the oil production of Dqing Oilfield has reached 6 million tons, which not only recovered all the funds invested by the state, but also brought the state a better return.

The report points out that the Dqing spirit of being organized, disciplined, and daring to fight and charge is not only applicable to the Dqing Oilfield, but also to all industrial sectors.

It can also be applied to other departments or used as a reference.

Since then, industrial sectors across the country have repeatedly launched activities to learn from D Qing’s experience.

Later, another newspaper published a report titled "The Road to D Village". After D Village suffered a severe flood disaster in the autumn of 1963,

The story of starting from scratch and achieving victory in resisting disasters and achieving a good harvest was reported.

Since then,

The industrial revolution and agricultural revolution began in the whole country with great fanfare.

A few days after the Lantern Festival, news came from the First Plastic Factory in Sijiu City that after their hard work overtime, the two-chamber septic tank sample had been successfully completed.

Lao Zhao arranged for people to pull back the ten septic tanks and installed them in several experimental public toilets that had been coordinated previously.

If the effect is significant, we will work with all streets and neighborhood committees to promote two-chamber septic tanks throughout the city.

So far,

It also serves as an explanation for the boasting Zhang Shenfei made about the transportation company.

At the end of February, the second phase of the steel rolling mill collective housing project began.

As soon as the news came out, it caused a sensation in the entire steel mill’s family quarters.

The Yan family had several quarrels over the housing quota issue.

In the end, Yan Jiefang shared the quota with his whole family at a high price of 200 yuan.

The money was paid by his father Yan Bugui, but who is Yan Bugui???

The goods that cross the river ditch and carry ingots and water will naturally not spend this money in vain.

On the night he got the quota, he asked the eldest brother Yan Jiecheng and the third brother Yan Jiekuang to write a note for him.

The note stated that if the brothers Yan Jiecheng and Yan Jiekuang wanted to live in the collective housing or the new building after the second phase of the project was completed, they would have to pay rent.

The rent for each room is five yuan, and water and electricity charges are calculated separately.

If it is too expensive, they can also live in the courtyard where the Yan family lives now. The rent is cheaper, only three yuan per month.

The two brothers became unhappy after hearing this.

They could understand the five-dollar rent for the new house, after all, that was the upstairs and downstairs apartment that everyone dreamed of.

But why should the price of living in a courtyard house increase? Wasn’t each room only two yuan before?
The two immediately protested with great dissatisfaction.

Yan Bugui said confidently: "It cost me 200 yuan to buy the quota from Lao Er. Did I spend this money for myself? I spent it for everyone!!

Why should I be the only one to bear the family's affairs? ? So the rent increase is reasonable, there is nothing to say."

Yan Jiecheng's face was gloomy. He had already rented a back room in the courtyard through the street office.

If he could spend less money to live in a collective housing building and improve his living environment, he would certainly be willing to do so.

However, if it costs a lot of money, he might as well continue to live in the back house.

It's better for the street office to make money than for his father to make money! !
……

After all the fuss in the old Yan family, there was finally a result.

Liu Haizhong had already bought a house last time, and this time, he somehow got another quota through some channel.

What surprised everyone even more was that Yi Zhonghai actually bought a house.

When Yi Weihong found out, he jumped three feet high with joy.

He kept saying that his father was the best and that after getting the new house, he and his brother Ximei could live in a courtyard house if they wanted or in a collective housing building if they wanted.

After hearing what his beloved daughter said, Yi Zhonghai felt a tightness in his heart...

My heart aches, and I'm starting to feel short of breath again...

My goodness, why is this little cotton jacket leaking so much?

The construction of the second round of collective housing emptied the assets of most families living in the courtyard houses.

After discovering that the Zhang family did not continue to buy houses, the neighbors said nothing on the surface but talked about it behind their backs, always fearing that this was a bad signal.

Seeing Zhang Shenfei coming back from get off work, Yan Bugui dropped the kettle in his hand, smiled and asked, "Director Zhang, why didn't your family take action to buy a house this time?"

"Our family has bought two houses, which is enough for us to live in. Besides, we don't have any quota now." Zhang Shenfei said casually.

There was a hint of understanding in Yan Bugui's eyes, knowing that he was trying to shirk responsibility.

After thinking for a while, he said, "Well, what's the matter with quotas? Other people need that thing, do you, Director Zhang, still need it?"

Although theoretically speaking, the Zhang family now owns two houses in the front yard of the courtyard and two back rooms in the back yard.

There are also two collective housing units, both of which are large and over 90 square meters, which is indeed a lot.

But there is nothing they can do about it because they have a large family. Zhang Shenliang and his wife have thirteen sons. Even though the fourth son is missing now, no one knows whether he is dead or alive.

But there are still twelve left!! Twelve children need twelve wives, even if there are only two left in each family, there must be twenty-four children...

And this doesn’t even include Zhang Shenfei’s family.

If the children from these two rooms get married in the future, the four houses will not be enough for them to live in.

Now Zhang Shenfei has all the money he needs, but he doesn't buy a house. He thinks there must be something wrong here.

Old Yan is a very cautious man. He spent a lot of money on buying a house. He is trying his best today to get something out of Zhang Shenfei.

(End of this chapter)