After working with Wang Zhong for so many years, Ma Renli also knew that although Wang Zhong was strict, he not only did not discriminate against him, but also gave him enough respect. He would take the initiative to discuss many things with him. Although he usually didn't have a good face, Ma Renli felt that

Understand that Wang Zhong has never been prejudiced against him like other people in the village because of his origin and status.

Under the dim candlelight and the faint smell of kerosene, Ma Renli picked up the wine bottle and prepared to add another bowl. However, remembering what Wang Zhong said just now, the hand holding the wine bottle froze in mid-air. After a while,

Then he capped the wine bottle again, put the wine into the cupboard, and almost cleared away the bowls.

After turning off the lights and lying on the warm kang, Ma Renli tossed and turned but couldn't fall asleep. His mind was in a mess, with thoughts of Qiao Yue, Niu Budao and Wang Zhong.

At the same time, on the other side, Lao Yang's family was performing a tragic drama.

"Dad! Why didn't you tell me after so many years!" Yang Deng'er knelt at his father's knees, tears streaming down his face, a look of grief on his face.

Yang Deng'er came home smelling of alcohol, crying and asking if Old Donkey Tou had been whipped by Niu San to become a eunuch.

Old Donutou was confused by Yang Deng'er's direct question. Even Yang's mother was shocked. Old Donutou's face was flushed with embarrassment at first, and blood rushed to his brain. Then his face turned from red to blue, and he clenched his teeth and squirted on both sides of his temples.

The blue veins popped out, so he turned over and lay down on the kang, turning his back. No matter how Yang Deng'er asked, he didn't say a word.

What a humiliation it is to admit that you are no longer a man in front of your own daughter. How could the old donkey head do this as he is a face-saving person.

Yang Deng'er was not stupid. Seeing his father's reaction, he couldn't figure it out. Tears immediately flowed out of his eyes like spring water.

Thinking back to these years, I have been rushing to marry Niu Daudao and be the daughter-in-law of the person who made my father become a eunuch. Time and time again, I have poured salt on my father's wounds and stabbed my heart.

Speaking of the past, Yang's mother was also full of grievances and depression. She was not able to give birth to a son for the old Yang family to carry on the family line. It was her lifelong regret. She obviously had a husband, but she had been a widow for most of her life. The pain in her heart was also compounded by the pain in her heart.

Who knows?

The only daughter who was born fell in love with Niu Sanbian's son Niu Budao, and even if he refused to marry her, Yang's mother could only swallow the broken teeth in her stomach, holding all her frustration and depression in her heart.

Looking at his father who turned away without saying a word, looking at his mother who kept wiping her tears, thinking of Wang Zhong's words that hit the bottom of his heart, and thinking of his willfulness over the years, Yang Deng'er felt filled with shame and regret.

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"Deng'er, don't blame your father. Your father is feeling miserable!" Yang's mother held her daughter's hand, shedding tears as she expressed her feelings.

"Mom! Ooooh!"

"I, the daughter, am sorry for you..." Yang Deng'er burst into tears.

The mother and daughter hugged each other and cried together. Old Donkey Tou lay with his back to the two of them with a pale face. The grief in his heart was once again aroused, and the corners of his eyes were not wet.

No one knew what happened to the old Yang family that night. After that night, Yang Deng'er seemed to be a different person. He seemed to be always worried about something, and there seemed to be a lingering sadness in his brows.

Besides, Qiao Yue is married to the president of the first society, Niu Dangdang. As the saying goes, if you marry a chicken, follow the chicken, if you marry a dog, follow the dog. Naturally, she is no longer from the second society.

Wang Zhong didn't care, he just hoped that during the six months in the second group, he could really change Qiao Yue!

Wang Wanchun was transferred to Maixiangling District as the deputy district chief and officially took office, responsible for production work. Wang Zhong also officially took over as the village party secretary of Maixiang Village, and Ma Renlian took over as the village chief.

Although he became the village party secretary, Wang Zhong was still the same as before. When the farming was slack, he would go hunting in the mountains with his bow and arrows. When the farming was busy, he would lead the members to work in the fields. The trivial matters in the village and the docking with the district were all Ma Renlian's fault.

Being responsible.

As time passed and the weather became colder and colder, the two brothers Wang Ziping and Wang Zian also looked the same day by day. They gradually grew longer and cuter.

Sister-in-law Jin Hua and Han Chunmei ran to Wang Zhong's house to look for Jiang Hong Guolagua and tease the two brothers Ziping and Zi'an.

I don’t know whether it’s Jiang Hongguo’s abundant milk supply or Wang Zhong’s good genes. Although the brothers were not as big as a single child when they were born, their growth rate was no slower than that of a single child. They raised their heads in two months and rolled over in three months. Five

The moon can sit.

On the twenty-ninth day of the twelfth lunar month, two brothers who were in their early seven months were placed on the kang. Wang Zhong and Jiang Hongguo sat at the kang table making dumplings, but they didn't want to wrap them. The second brother Zian sat up on his own, and then used his hands and feet.

He crawled towards the couple.

Seeing this, the eldest son Ping Ping seemed to be unwilling to lag behind his younger brother and also climbed up. Jiang Hongguo was extremely happy. If his hands were not covered with flour, he would have hugged his two sons and kissed them properly.

The brothers crawled for a while and then lay down again.

Wang Zhong smiled and said to Jiang Hongguo: "In the future, don't just feed them milk, make some porridge, water and vegetable juice to feed them."

"Is it too early?" Jiang Hongguo hesitated.

"It's already seven months old. It's not too early. Children who are usually six months old can start feeding thin food. Just make it softer and thicker."

Regarding her husband, Jiang Hongguo never questioned her husband. She just nodded and said, "Then I will try to cook some porridge for them at noon."

The couple made hundreds of dumplings and put them all in a dustpan with gauze underneath. There was no refrigerator at the moment and there was no need for a refrigerator. They just left them in the yard to let the cold wind blow overnight, and the dumplings were frozen.

As time passed, the two children climbed more and more efficiently, so Wang Zhong added a movable fence on the edge of the kang. If Jiang Hongguo was busy, he would put up the fence and let the two brothers climb on the kang.

As winter turned to spring, the two brothers grew up day by day. When Zi'an was ten months old, he was already staggering to stand up holding things on his own, and the crops in the field were growing very gratifyingly.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! It is the summer harvest season again, and Maixiang Village once again ushered in a bumper harvest. Due to the concerted efforts in planting and fertilizing, and abundant water resources, the village’s output per mu is basically

Over two hundred pounds.

Taking advantage of this good harvest, Wang Zhong, the village party secretary, after discussing with Ma Renlian, called all the villagers to the village committee. Wang Zhong and Ma Renlian sat at one end of the long table, like the second grandfather and other elderly people.

The presidents of several junior cooperatives gathered around the square table, and other villagers sat or stood around them.

Ma Renli took a pen and paper and prepared to record.

"I called everyone here today. There are a few things I want to discuss with you." Wang Zhong, as the village party secretary, took the lead in speaking.

"It has been six years since we distributed farmland to each household in 1948. The land reform work in our village has basically been completed. God has rewarded us these days. Our seven cooperatives in Maixiang Village are basically doing it every year.

The harvest is good, the output is gradually increasing, and everyone’s life is becoming more and more prosperous.”

"This is all your fault, Brother Big Chong!"

"That's right! Thanks to Brother Big Chong for taking us to build water trucks, dig canals, and teach us scientific farming methods, otherwise we wouldn't be able to harvest so much food!"

"right!"

The villagers are in high spirits.

"Brother Big Chong, if you have any problem, just say it, we will all listen to you!"

"Yes, we all listen to Brother Chong!"

A smile appeared on Wang Zhong's face and he said: "Since everyone is willing to believe me, then I won't beat around the bush and tell everyone directly."

Wang Zhong straightened his voice and said loudly: "I'm calling the big guys here today. There are two main things. Let's talk about the first one first."

"In recent years, the planting of peanuts and soybeans in our village has gradually become large-scale, and the combination of intercropping and crop rotation has also increased the yield a lot. I won't go into details here, but in our Maixiangling area, now basically

Every village in the world cultivates land according to our methods, and the output is quite large every year."

"Although everyone can basically eat enough now, most of them eat whole grains, stick noodles, steamed buns, yellow steamed buns, dumplings during the Chinese New Year, and white-flour steamed buns only during festivals. Don't you want to eat white-flour steamed buns?

A meal of meat and egg dumplings every three days?"

"Of course I do!"

“Who doesn’t want to eat meat and egg dumplings!”

"I also want to eat seventy or eighty meat and egg dumplings in one meal!"

"If you're not full, you still have seventy or eighty meat and egg dumplings. When have you ever had enough?"

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After everyone said something to each other, Wang Zhong raised his hand and everyone stopped talking. Wang Zhong continued: "We are not short of water now, and the planting methods are more advanced and scientific than before, but the increase in yield is limited. Everyone is

Farmers, is there any way to increase production?"

"Brother Big Chong, you can't do anything, what can we do?"

"that is."

Wang Zhongdao: "We all work hard and serve the crops just like we serve our own parents. In this case, if we want to increase the yield, we can only improve the water, fertilizer, plant density, planting methods, and seeds."

Work hard in every aspect.”

"We are not short of water, and the planting methods and plant density have also been improved. If we want to increase the yield, the only way is to work on fertilizers and seeds."

"How can we work on fertilizers? We can't go to the county to dig out manure pits!" Zhao Youtian said.

Niu boldly said: "All the cesspools in the county are owned by their owners. Even if we want to pay, they won't pay for us!"

However, Niu felt guilty when he said this boldly. In the winter of May 1st, when the mutual aid group had not yet been transformed into a cooperative, he led a group of members into the city to collect manure. He did not want to be hit by the real owner later, and he was brutally beaten.

He was beaten severely and hung up.

"Then we can only work on the seeds!" Second Grandpa Niu Zhonggui said.

"But where can we get improved seeds?" The speaker was Niu Youshui, the president of Wushe.

Everyone shook their heads.

Wang Zhong looked at Ma Renli: "Ma Renli, you went to the Agricultural College in Beiping. Do you know how to cultivate improved seeds?"

"I don't know!" Ma Renli shook his head and said: "Cultivation of improved seeds is a high-tech technology. It can't be done by reading a few books. It not only requires rich knowledge to support it, but also requires several years or even ten years.

It is only possible through painstaking experiments and comparisons. Although I have been a librarian and have read many books, I only have a partial understanding of this aspect."

Wang Zhong knocked on the table and said: "Ma Renli is a person who has gone to university. I believe what he says, but cultivating improved seeds requires technology and time. None of us know when we will be able to cultivate improved seeds that can really be promoted.

, maybe three years, maybe five years, maybe ten years, I can’t tell.”

“It’s too difficult to increase production on the current basis!”
To be continued...