It starts with the production team driving the big truck

Chapter 301 Wheat yield per mu is !
"Xiao Xishan's output this year is really..."

After the production estimation team ate a meal of chive boxes at the Taipingshan brigade team headquarters, they hurried to Xiaoxishan. After calculating the wheat production, Officer Teng gave the final figures expressionlessly.

"Two hundred and eighty-seven pounds."

This is the yield of one acre of wheat!

Hu Laifu, who had just taken office, looked at the number written on the paper nonchalantly, two hundred and eight...

You are one hundred and eighty and you have nothing to do with me!
I wasn’t even the captain when I was farming!

Regarding this output, the villagers in Xiaoxishan basically have no reaction at all. How can it be more or less? How many bites can we actually eat?
"This year is one pound more per acre than last year." Director Teng said "congratulations" to Hu Laifu with a dark face. Hu Laifu smiled and shook hands with Director Teng to celebrate this rare and major breakthrough.

It's immediately the turn of the two-horse rack.

Lao Cao was so nervous that his forehead was covered with sweat!
No one is a fool. If the production estimate is too high, the amount of public grain turned over will be increased accordingly!

Otherwise, why would people bother to come here to estimate the property?
In fact, the villagers of Xiaoxishan are right. No matter how well they grow their grain, they still have to first pay public grain, reserve grain, maneuver, prepare for war, and feed livestock...

There is also the patriotic food started last year...

After peeling off the layers of skin and dividing it into your own hands, it is just enough for three hundred and sixty. In the end, you will not be full or not enough.

The key is that the output has increased, and the amount of grain submitted to the public has also increased. In the end, all the increased production has gone into the grain depot, and the old farmers are still busy in vain!
After such torment, the people will not get any real benefits, and naturally they will have little enthusiasm to work. It has become a common situation to work as a foreigner to get by.

Let’s just say…

Whose great genius designed this!

Forcing people to be lazy!
"Director Teng is getting younger and younger, come and smoke!"

Lao Cao made a special trip to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy a box of red plum cigarettes for Director Teng. Director Teng took it, looked at it, smiled, waved his hand, and stuffed it back into him.

"Just keep it for yourself!"

When he came to the wheat field and took a look, he knew that the yield of the wheat field in Ermajia was very good!
Look at these wheat straws, they are a head taller than those in Xiaoxishan!
"Old Cao, let's get started!"

Officer Teng pointed his finger, and two commune cadres carried sickles into the wheat field to take samples. After threshing and weighing, the final estimated yield came out.

Lao Cao had sweat pouring from his forehead and kept staring at the property estimation team.

"Three hundred and ninety-five."

When the estimator reported the final figure, Officer Teng's face sank. He grabbed the grains of wheat and put them on the scale to measure again, "How can it be so little?"

"The thieves in my hometown ate too much. Look at all the grains on the ears of wheat..."

"Grass!"

Director Teng thought he could set a model for increasing production, but he didn't expect that he would be cheated by thieves from his hometown!
"Okay, the yield per mu is fifty kilograms more than last year. It's a major breakthrough. Let's go to Weizi!"

Seeing these "fathers" driving the carriage downstream, Lao Cao let out a long sigh. When he saw Sun Jianping and Zhang Ziyi standing aside, laughing, and then looking at the wheat ears on the ground, he suddenly became concerned.

"How did you two manage it?"

"What else can I do? I'll buy two boxes of cigarettes for each of them!"

Sun Jianping bent over with laughter, and Zhang Ziyi also laughed, "It's all Jianping's idea! After putting away the cigarettes, the two of them picked up the wheat that had been picked up by thieves in their hometown. How can the output increase?" "You guys?" You two are really capable of doing tricks..."

Lao Cao snorted and rolled his eyes, "Have you considered the output of our land this year..."

"Four hundred and seven."

Sun Jianping pointed out five fingers and said, "We are still close to crossing the Yellow River."

Four hundred and seven?
Lao Cao was slightly shocked!
He originally thought that he would be able to burn high incense after reaching 450!
Unexpectedly, it was much stronger than expected!
"That's really serious..." Lao Cao quickly counted on his fingers. This piece of wheat land has a total of twenty acres, which means ten acres per hour, and four hundred and seven acres per acres. Calculated...

Ninety-four thousand pounds!
If we follow the estimated yield of 400 per mu, we can have a surplus of 14,000 kilograms of wheat!

According to the 263 people in the village, and a few more babies were born this year, based on the 300 people, one person can get 46 pounds of wheat!
Incredible ah incredible!
Everyone can have a prosperous New Year this year!
"Okay, the production estimate is over. Lao Zhang, hurry back to the village and let everyone sharpen the sickle and clean up the farm yard. We will start harvesting wheat this afternoon!"

"okay!"

Although everyone didn't calculate it carefully, they all knew it in their minds!

The wheat is growing exceptionally well this year!
I also passed the stage of estimating the pregnancy!
Every household can get a lot!
Lao Cao gave the order, and the small mountain village suddenly became excited. Men, women, old and young all went into battle and were divided into several groups. Each of them held a sickle and wore a heavy coat. The cuffs were tied with hemp rope to prevent the sharp awns from piercing their arms. superior.

Sun Jianping's tools are different from others. Others use sickles, but he uses a tool called a samarium sickle, which is commonly used for harvesting wheat in the northwest. It has a long handle and a large net bag in front. The bottom of the net bag is fixed. He has a sharp blade half a meter long, with a sharp edge that was made for him by Old Chengtou himself.

"Hey, which fairy cave did you get this treasure from?" Qian Huijun looked at the strange-looking Samarium Sickle and couldn't help but tease.

Miss Qian loves beauty and is afraid that the sun will hurt her delicate little face. She wraps her face tightly with a gauze scarf and wears a pair of glasses on the bridge of her nose. At first glance, she looks like a KB element from a certain area.

"Don't you understand this? This is called a sharp harvesting tool. With just one sweep, a large piece of it goes into the net bag..."

Sun Jianping made a gesture in front of everyone, and sure enough, wherever the scythe passed, a large piece of wheat fell into the net bag. He held the handle and poured it to the ground next to him. The wheat straws were piled on the ground, just waiting. It’s bundled and packed!
"This stuff is good! Let me try it!"

Lao Cao was surprised to see it. He took it and waved it twice, and it was indeed able to greatly improve work efficiency!

"I asked Uncle Cheng to make several of them and put them all in the stable!" Sun Jianping raised his eyebrows proudly. As the saying goes, if a worker wants to do his job well, he must first sharpen his tools!
"You really have it, you brat!" Lao Cao smiled and patted him on the shoulder, "Who is that, Xiao Lu, sneak back and get that sickle for the big guy to use!"

"Samarium sickle!"

"It doesn't matter what sickle it is, if it can cut wheat, it is a good sickle!"

This sentence of Lao Cao reflects the simple materialist dialectics, fully embodies the old man's solid theoretical foundation and academic attitude of learning and applying...

Come on, are you going to write a report again?

Wang Jingang, a brat, went to Hecheng to make a report. I wonder what the report is like now?

Sun Jianping had no time to pay attention to his old classmate. He spit on his hand, pulled the wrist-thick hemp rope on the scythe and hung it on his body. He held the handle tightly with both hands and started to cut the wheat.

The samarium sickle is not that easy to use. Although this thing is efficient, it consumes a lot of physical strength and cannot be used by non-strong laborers.

The most indispensable thing in the countryside is strong labor. After Xiao Lu brought over several samarium sickles made by Old Chengtou and distributed them to Xu Jinshui, Xu Jincheng, Chen Peilin, Zhang Ziyi and others, the wheat fields were all covered with brush. The sound of wheat harvesting!
It’s a good harvest!
Farmers who have endured a long winter and spring are finally looking forward to the arrival of summer grain!

Finally I won’t be hungry anymore!
"Hurry up, Lao Cao said, let's stew meat for everyone tonight!"

Xu Jinshui wiped his sweat, stretched his neck and shouted!

Everyone laughed!
Lao Cao is so willing to give us meat to eat?
(End of this chapter)