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  Chapter 301 Guess what is the yield per mu?

  Liu Qingshan and his party returned with honor, and when they returned to Bishui County, it was already late October.

   This time, Liu Qingshan enjoyed the treatment of the young pioneers presenting flowers again. Looking at the two young pioneers who had serious faces and saluted him, he couldn't help muttering in his heart:

  It would be better if it was replaced by the fourth and fifth children.

  Since Feng Shouxin took the newspaper and looked for someone to "study" everywhere, everything became calm.

   But this incident also reminded Liu Qingshan, if it comes to pure market games, he is not afraid of anyone, but in this world, how can there be such a pure thing?

  He is just a student from a small mountain village right now, without an intricate network of relationships, and no one to back him up.

  At present, these contacts have been carefully weaved together over the past year, which is not easy.

  All he can rely on are the folks in Jiapigou, as well as his own family and friends.

   Therefore, he needs to put on his own head a hard hat that is strong enough, and does not ask for anything else. As long as he can guarantee a fair competition opportunity, he will be content and not afraid of any opponent.

  After attending the county celebration banquet at noon, it was almost night when it was over, Liu Qingshan took back his jeep, pulled a lot of things in the car, and rushed home in a hurry.

   It took another half a month to go out this time, and he really missed home.

   Most of the trees outside the car window have become bare; most of the crops in the field have been harvested.

   Occasionally, a piece of emerald green wheat stubble flashes past, with cattle, sheep and big snow-white geese eating the wheat seedlings.

  Winter wheat cannot be grown here. These wheat seedlings are grown from the wheat grains that fall off naturally, so they cannot survive the winter.

   There are also some hard-working villagers who are busy preparing the land in the fields. It is necessary to prepare the land in autumn to better cultivate the land.

   Some lazy farmers just waited for the spring to plow the fields together. As a result, the yield of the same field must be lower.

  The jeep drove into Jiapigou, and immediately a sharp-eyed person shouted: "Qingshan is back, it is Qingshan who is back!"

   Soon, people kept coming over, with cheerful faces, greeting Liu Qingshan.

  Zhang Ganzi expressed the thoughts of everyone: "Qingshan, you can be regarded as coming back. You have been away for so many days, and everyone feels uneasy in their hearts, as if they have lost their backbone!"

  Even the old branch secretary, smacking his cigarette pipe, nodded with a smile: This kid Qingshan is the hope of Jiapigou, it’s too late for him to like it, how can he be jealous?

   It happened that the village primary school was also out of school. Seeing the jeep, the fourth child immediately cheered and ran over with Shan Xingfei.

  Liu Qingshan quickly opened his arms to welcome the two little guys into his arms.

   "Brother, everyone misses you!"

  The little fourth patted his chest with his small hand, indicating that he thought about it here.

   But Liu Qingshan looked at it, how could the position of her photo look like a belly?

  So he cheerfully took out a bag of candy and asked the little old man to give the children four points.

   "Brother, you are a little skinny."

  Shan Xing's small hand gently stroked Liu Qingshan's face.

   "Hehe, our Shanxing has become fatter, and her little face is full of flesh."

  Liu Qingshan pinched the little girl's face, maybe it was the mother's return, untied Shan Xing's heart knot, the little girl really grew flesh.

  Shan Xing felt a little embarrassed at being pinched by him, blushed, and struggled to get out of Liu Qingshan's arms, but still grabbed his hand, reluctant to let go.

  Liu Qingshan also enjoys this kind of feeling, running around outside, no matter how hard it is, but seeing the smiling faces of relatives at home, all the hardships and tiredness will disappear in smoke.

   "Sanfeng, Brother Gangzi and Brother Dalong have called several times. It seems that there is something urgent." Datou first told Liu Qingshan the news.

   Communication these days is really inconvenient.

  Liu Qingshan thought about it for a while, and guessed what was going on, so he reached out and patted Datou on the shoulder: "I see, Datou, have you picked another crop of fungus in the greenhouse?"

  As soon as he heard this, Datou immediately showed a silly smile on his face: "It's more than the first crop. Professor Wang said that the third crop is a big harvest!"

   "Where is Er Biaozi, why didn't you see the shadow?"

  Liu Qingshan asked another friend.

   "I took all the rice back a few days ago, and now it's dried and is husking." Datou said cheerfully.

  The little children next to each other, with sugar in their mouths, shouted: "Eat rice, eat rice!"

  This year's wheat harvest is bumper, and every household has a lot of flour, and there is no shortage of white flour.

   And rice, it’s not nonsense, more than half of the kids in the village don’t even know what rice is like.

   They didn't grow rice in the past, and there was very little transportation and exchange of materials at this time. Even if they had money, they might not be able to buy them.

  Rural people don't eat the food supply, and they can't even get the two or two rice, so where can they eat rice?

   No wonder the children are so happy, like a holiday.

   While speaking, Er Biaozi also ran over in a hurry. His clothes and hat were covered with rice chaff, making them dusty, and he carried a puff of smoke when he ran.

   "Sanfeng, we have a bumper rice harvest this year. Guess what is the yield per mu?"

  Er Biaozi shouted excitedly, opened his arms, and wanted to hug Liu Qingshan, but was grabbed by the big head: You are covered in ashes.

   "Over eight hundred catties?" Liu Qingshan asked back.

   "Haha, eight hundred and eighty catties, almost over a thousand!"

  Er Biaozi was so excited. Even in Longjiang Province, where his godfather is, the current yield per mu is not over 1,000. Only the experimental field may be able to achieve it.

  Although a few decades later, the yield of rice per mu will exceed 1,000, which is very common, but now, if it can reach this output, it will be very high.

   In this, Er Biaozi contributed a lot; in addition, the soil and water quality on their side are excellent, which is also the guarantee of high yield.

  As for the situation in the village, everything was normal. After cleaning up Qiu’er, besides the two mining labor teams going up the mountain every day, Captain Zhang also organized several tree planting teams to plant trees with shovels every day.

  Planting trees is planting money. This is what Liu Qingshan said, and everyone believes: money-making trees, money-making trees, don’t everyone say that.

  After chatting with everyone for a while, Liu Qingshan smoked a circle of cigarettes, and the three packs of cigarettes were gone. Zhang Ganzi was the most useless guy, with one in his mouth and one in each ear.

   It is the first time he has smoked this kind of Hongtashan.

  Liu Qingshan called Datou and the others, and moved a few cardboard boxes from the car, which were gifts for everyone.

  He still did not forget to remind: "There are fermented bean curd and stinky tofu in here, choose a small jar according to your taste."

   "Stinky tofu, I am most proud of this!"

  Zhang Ganzi rushed over immediately, happily took away a jar of stinky tofu.

  Dashuai Zhang next to him teased him: "Gaozi, you are in the pig farm every day, why haven't you smelled enough?"

   Now the chatterbox was opened, and Da Zhang Luo also began to bury Zhang Pole with a playful smile:

   "What do you eat stinky tofu, you eat all the pig manure in the pig farm, it's sure to taste better than stinky tofu!"

   Zhang Ganzi is not easy to provoke: "Big Zhang Luo, believe it or not, I will pick up two buckets of pig manure at night, and pour them all on your gate!"

   This power is no worse than a bomb, so scared that Zhang Luo quickly picked up a jar of stinky tofu and ran home.

   "You still lick your face and talk about others, you eat better than anyone else!"

  Zhang Ganzi laughed and cursed again.

  Everyone burst into laughter, and all took their share.

   It happened that the second man ran out with a bowl of rice, and asked his mother to put a piece of fermented bean curd on top of the rice. No need for vegetables, 咵嗤咵嗤, it was delicious.

   "The rice is delicious, and so is the fermented bean curd!" This guy was still grinning happily, his face was stained with the red color of fermented bean curd.

  Liu Qingshan wiped his face for him: "In the future, when you get tired of rice, you should think about pasting pancakes."

   "You can still eat enough rice, brother Qingshan, I don't believe it."

  Er Mangzi usually believes Brother Qingshan's words the most, but he doesn't believe a hundred of them.

  Liu Qingshan rubbed his head with a smile, then called the fourth and fifth, and drove home.

  Seeing the small courtyard he was familiar with, Liu Qingshan's restless mood of tossing around outside suddenly calmed down, and the exhaustion all over his body completely dissipated.

   "Sanfeng is back!" Liu Shikui looked at his grandson cheerfully.

   "Master, this is the Moutai that my brother bought for you!"

  The little fourth is holding two bottles of Moutai, showing off to grandpa.

   "Moutai, good wine, let me have a bottle first." Professor Wang cheerfully snatched a bottle first.

  Liu Qingshan also smiled and said: "Grandpa Wang, your share is in the car."

  At this time, the mother and eldest sister also came out, and hurriedly moved things into the house.

  Lin Zhi's face was full of smiles, but she was nagging: "This kid, you bought so many things again, how much will it cost?"

   "Mother, these things are all gifts from others, and there are rewards from the county." Liu Qingshan knew that his mother lived a careful life, and even if she had money, she would not spend it lavishly, so she quickly comforted her.

  Liu Jinfeng also praised at the side: "Mother, our Sanfeng is still capable!"

  The family entered the house happily, and Liu Qingshan began to distribute things: Basically, each person had a set of clothes and shoes, and the fourth and fifth children got two sets.

   "Brother, what is this? Is it soda?" The fourth child held a bottle and shook it vigorously in his hand.

  Liu Qingshan said with a smile: "It's a drink from the country of America, it's called Coke, I'll give you a taste, don't, don't open it yet!"

  But the little old man was fast, he had already pried it with a bottle opener, and then he exhaled, the foam splashed out violently.

   This thing bumped all the way, and Xiao Laosi shook it for a long time, so it would be no wonder it didn't turn into a fountain.

  The fourth child was taken aback. Seeing that a bottle of "soda" turned into half a bottle in the blink of an eye, he immediately became anxious. Such a good thing should not be spoiled.

  So she quickly put her small mouth up and blocked the mouth of the bottle.

   As a result, the bubbles inside were so strong that the fourth child bulged her cheeks vigorously, but she still couldn't resist. Coke gushed out of her two little noses and eyes.

  The fourth little one burst into tears, and said with a sob in his mouth: "This soda is full of gas, I haven't tasted any flavor, it's all gas!"

  Liu Jinfeng hurriedly brought a towel and wiped it off for her, but it became stickier and stickier, so she should take it to the washbasin and wash it thoroughly.

   Everyone looked at the fourth child's small appearance, and they all held back their laughter, and grandma murmured in a low voice:

   "Don't tell me, it's really fun to get the right name."

  After she finished packing, Liu Qingshan opened a can of Jianlibao for her and Shan Xing. The youngest took a sip cautiously, and then smiled:

   "Brother, our homemade ones are still delicious!"

  (end of this chapter)