Scholars in the courtyard

Chapter 167
"Brother Stone, why are you here?"

At the door, Yang Shitou came out from Uncle Chen's house.

He walked all the way, and finally rushed over before dark, but Yang Xiaotao was not at home, so he had to stand outside.

Uncle Chen also knew Yang Shitou, so he directly called him into the house to drink some water and rest.

Only then did they wait for Yang Xiaotao to come back.

"Xiaotao, hehe, I have something to tell you."

Yang Shitou chuckled, after all, the corn had grown well, which was of great help to their Yangjiazhuang.

"Don't talk about it, you haven't eaten all the way."

"I ate a pancake on the way, it's okay."

"Hurry up and get into the house, I'll talk about it later when I get something to eat."

"Hey, good!"

Yang Xiaotao somewhat guessed the reason for Yang Shitou's visit. After all, the corn in his yard survived the strong wind yesterday.

They are all the same seeds, there is no reason why Yangjiazhuang's can't.

What's more, Yang Shitou looked at Yuanzi's corn with wrong eyes.

After saying hello to Uncle Chen, he led Yang Shitou into the house.

"Brother Shitou, sit down first, I will cook."

"Ah, how about I come."

"No, just wait."

After finishing speaking, Yang Xiaotao took out the pork skin jelly that was boiled last night. It looked soft and delicious, and it was elastic when pressed with his fingers.

"Xiaotao, what is this?"

"Pig skin jelly, delicious."

Yang Xiaotao didn't explain much, and continued to process the pigskin.

Jialou Luo Dao wielded, Yang Shitou found that this hand was much stronger than the old lady in the village.

After a while, the pigskin was cut into finger-length strips. Yang Shitou was not a person who could sit still, so he picked up firewood and started a fire.

"There are so many pig skins, if you boil them, you will have to eat them for several days."

Yang Shitou was emotional, and Yang Xiaotao smiled, "Bring some when you go back, and give it to Grandpa to taste."

"No, no. You'll be beaten when you go back."

"It's okay, just say I'm filial."

"this…"

"Okay, listen to me!"

Yang Shitou was silent.

The two tossed for a while, and it was already past eight o'clock when they ate.

On the table, there was a pot of pork jelly, a bowl of stewed pork skin, a bowl of fat residue, and a bottle of chili sauce.

There is also a small dish in the middle that contains aioli sauce.

There was a bowl of rice in front of the two of them, and there was some leftovers in the pot below.

Yang Shitou was holding the bowl, but he didn't set down his chopsticks even though his stomach was screaming with joy.

Such a meal is rarely seen in the village even during Chinese New Year.

And they ate so much, the rice in that pot was enough for their family to eat for two days.

For a while, Yang Shitou felt that Yang Xiaotao was too interesting, he must have done it specially when he came here.

My heart is warm, like the people in their Yangjiazhuang.

Yang Xiaotao didn't care what Yang Shitou was thinking, he just doubled the amount of food he usually ate, and as for the oily pigskin, although he didn't eat it often, it was not too greasy.

"Eat!"

Yang Xiaotao moved his chopsticks first, and did not forget to remind Yang Shitou, and then said, "There is no wine at home, so you can just let it go."

"it's okay no problem."

Yang Shitou also let go and started to eat.

For a meal, the two of them didn't say much, and quickly ate and wiped it all away. At the end, Yang Xiaotao made some pancakes and threw them over to Wangcai.

After dinner, Yang Shitou began to talk about the purpose of this visit.

"You say corn is good?"

"Well, when I came, Grandfather and the others were very happy."

"And Uncle Zhuang, he's in high spirits."

Yang Xiaotao nodded, although he was certain in his heart, he was still relieved to hear the news.

At least, after field tests, it can prove the reliability of hybrid corn.

Yang Shitou talked about the situation in the village. Yang Xiaotao also asked about the situation of hybrid corn, and even told Yang Shitou that hybrid corn should never be used as seeds.

Yang Shitou didn't understand, and Yang Xiaotao couldn't explain clearly, so he could only tell him to take the words back, and he must explain clearly, not as a seed.

Although Yang Shitou didn't understand, seeing Yang Xiaotao's appearance must be very important, so he kept it in his heart.

Then the two talked about it until midnight.

The next morning, Yang Xiaotao made some porridge, and the two had a quick meal. Yang Xiaotao was going to work, and Yang Shitou was going back to the village.

However, when Yang Shitou left, he carried the things Yang Xiaotao had prepared on his back.

Inside, there are not only a large piece of pigskin, twenty salted duck eggs, twenty salted goose eggs, but also two salted fish, five small bottles, which is the kind of chili sauce he has eaten.

These pickled products are most suitable for farmers to serve with meals.

Yang Shitou touched the two packs of cigarettes on his chest, and left the courtyard with a smile on his face.

Sitting at the door, Mrs. Jia Zhang looked at the big and small bags, and felt even more uncomfortable.

milk~~

eat~~eat
At the feet, the stick is eating his fingers, grunting in his mouth.

"Grandson, are you hungry?"

Looking at the appearance of the stick, Jia Zhang felt even more uncomfortable.

He hugged the eldest grandson, and felt disgusted at Yang Xiaotao who was going out.

"Little bastard with no conscience, he doesn't care about the life and death of his predecessors, and pours out his heart and lungs to outsiders."

"God is blind, it's unreasonable to let such a person live."

Yang Xiaotao had just walked to the front yard, and when he heard the mourning gate behind him, he turned around and said with a sneer, "You think everyone is as useless as your family."

"Also, if you know that your trash can't afford to eat, then be quiet."

"Pretend to be pitiful, and someone will give you some stick noodles, or you will starve to death, you old fat pig."

Yang Xiaotao was quick-spoken, seeing Jia Zhang's face flushed with anger, he turned around and left immediately.

Behind him, Jia Zhang's fingers trembled, pointing at Yang Xiaotao, speechless.

Seeing his grandma ignoring him, the stick around him began to cry immediately.

Jia Zhang didn't care about other things, and hurriedly hugged the eldest grandson.

"Bah, you little bastard who can't find a wife, you don't have any sympathy, you deserve to die."

Mrs. Jia Zhang scolded in the yard for a while, then looked at Yang Xiaotao's yard, where the corns grew thick.

If you get it back and grind it into flour, it's also a good cornmeal.

It's a pity that seeing Wangcai lying at the door, Jia Zhang's little thoughts were completely gone.

Since the dog came to the courtyard, the area around Yang Xiaotao's yard has become a restricted area.

Usually it was difficult to get close, but facing that damned vicious dog made her feel frightened from the bottom of her heart, and the weird scene on the roof immediately appeared in her mind, and she couldn't control her body.

"The animals raised by the little animals don't have any good things."

Jia Zhang scolded a few words, and the people in the yard have long been used to it.

Qin Huairu walked out with her belly supported. The belly of this baby was on the lower side, and the experienced old man could tell it was a girl, which made Qin Huairu feel uneasy.

Girls and boys have different status in this family.

What she thought was that it would be better to have a boy, so that her position would be firm.

Unlike now, being ordered around at home, she does not have the status of being the hostess of the house.

Regardless of the clamor behind him, Yang Xiaotao came to the factory smoothly all the way, and started to work as planned.

It's just that, compared to usual, the enthusiasm in the workshop has become lower during this period, there is no upward promotion channel, and the food is not good. The high revolutionary enthusiasm also fades sometimes.

What's more, now is not a war era, and people's attention has begun to focus on life.

On the other side, Yang Shitou walked all the way with his shoulders and back, and returned to Yangjiazhuang under many eyes.

As soon as he entered the village, he was picked up by people.

"Uncle Zhuang, I'm exhausted."

Yang Dazhuang, who picked him up, looked at what Yang Shitou had brought back, frowning.

What is this?

If you go to the city and bring back something for outsiders to see, isn't it just to search for things?
The people in their Yangjiazhuang still want this face.

Noticing that Yang Dazhuang's expression was wrong, Yang Shitou's heart suddenly jumped.

However, thinking of Yang Xiaotao's confession, he still said the original words.

"Uncle Zhuang, Xiaotao said, this is for the grandfather, to honor his old man."

After speaking, he thought about it again, and took out the two packs of cigarettes in his arms. He also liked these things, but compared with the village, this little thought disappeared immediately.

"Ugh!"

Yang Dazhuang sighed, he naturally understood why Yang Xiaotao explained it like this.

Given Mr. Yang's personality, it's no wonder he can keep these things.

It must be handed over to the village for everyone to use.

Psychology once again made a note to Yang Xiaotao, this kind of favor, they Yangjiazhuang must be clear.

"Let's go."

"Oh, good."

The two came to Grandpa Yang's house, and Grandpa was smoking dry tobacco, Xinli was calculating whether the seeds produced in that mu of land were enough for the village to plant.

"came back?"

Seeing Yang Shitou walk into the room, followed by Yang Dazhuang, carrying something in his hands, Mr. Yang also frowned.

However, it quickly unfolded.

Yang Shitou put the things down and said it again.

Mr. Yang nodded, "Da Zhuang, since everything has been brought, you accept it on behalf of the village. This is also Xiaotao's contribution."

"it is good."

Yang Dazhuang, who had known the result for a long time, did not refuse. He knows the situation in the brigade best now. With these things, even if it is a drop in the bucket, it can inspire people's hearts.

"By the way, Grandpa, Uncle Zhuang."

Yang Shitou suddenly became serious, "Xiaotao specifically explained."

"The corn that grows must not be used as seed food."

"what?"

"Can't be used as seed food?"

"What's the matter?"

The grandfather and Da Zhuang exclaimed at the same time, they planned to do a big job next year to solve the food and clothing of the village.

Now that it can't be used as seed food, isn't this a basin of cold water pouring on my heart?

"Well, this Xiaotao said a lot of truth."

Yang Shitou scratched his head, asking him to drive and work is a good hand, but asking him to read and write is like listening to the scriptures, listening to a cutscene.

"Anyway, Xiaotao said, he will take care of the seeds."

"What we collect must not be used as seed food."

Yang Shitou said categorically, because it was like this when Yang Xiaotao explained it.

The two hid the shock in their hearts, and after a long silence, Yang Dazhuang raised his head, "Master, why don't I go again and ask clearly."

He was still unwilling.

How many seeds can Yang Xiaotao provide?

Their Yangjiazhuang has four or five hundred acres of land, which is related to the livelihood of the whole village.

"No need to go."

Mr. Yang knocked the pipe and pot on the threshold, and threw out the soot inside, his face was expressionless.

"Xiao Tao is a capable person."

"He said that it can't be used as seed food, so it can't be used."

Grandpa Yang looked up, seeing that Yang Dazhuang hadn't figured out the situation, "You, you usually turn your head very quickly, why are you so confused at this time?"

"Let me ask you, who made this corn?"

Yang Dazhuang trembled, "It's Xiaotao."

"Correct."

"Xiaotao even produced this kind of good corn, how can he be worse than you?"

"You can think of it, but he can't think of it?"

"It's because I thought of it that I stopped it."

"There is a lot of learning here."

Hearing this, Yang Dazhuang let out a foul breath.

"My lord is right. We farmers don't understand this kind of thing, so we have to leave it to someone who understands."

Seeing this, Mr. Yang nodded in relief.

The village is very strong, and what they value is that he seeks truth from facts and does practical things.

"Okay, let's go back."

"The old man won't let you eat anymore."

Then, he picked up two packs of cigarettes and walked into the house, "This cigarette is so weak."

She spoke with disgust, but she held her hands tightly, for fear of being taken away.

Yang Dazhuang and the two looked at each other, both showing wry smiles.

"Let's go, go back to eat."

(End of this chapter)