Siheyuan: During the great famine, we produced hundreds of millions of tons of grain

For the Academy of Agricultural Sciences, there are too many things to do, and there are too many high-quality seeds to be verified. Even if resources are allocated, it cannot be tilted too far.

It’s even more impossible to make a desperate move!

Wan Ping'an nodded!

"Dean Wang, I have a request."

"Can I apply for more land?"

Wan Ping'an wouldn't dare to rent other people's land casually. If someone wanted to target him and label him a landlord, he would be in dire straits if his status changed.

If you want to diversify your land, your superiors must approve it.

"You can try this."

"However, you can only keep a small part of the crops you grow, and the vast majority must be handed over."

Dean Wang reminded.

Wan Pingan nodded, he had been mentally prepared for a long time.

After talking to Dean Wang, Wan Pingan found Qin Huairu.

"Huai Ru, your cultural level is weak. I suggest you take night school or correspondence courses."

"In the future, I want you to be the person in charge of the promotion of golden waterways."

“It’s difficult to convince people without certain academic qualifications.”

Wan Pingan planned life for Qin Huairu.

His arrival completely changed Qin Huairu's fate.

Qin Huairu did not marry Jia Dongxu, nor did she meet a hungry mother-in-law. She was just a beautiful woman with some scheming, not evil, and worth investing in!

Whether she will develop into a daughter-in-law remains to be seen!

"is it okay?"

Qin Huairu's eyes were bright.

"What's not allowed?"

"If you agree, I will ask Dean Wang to write you a letter of introduction."

Wan Pingan nodded.

Dean Wang is also a happy person.

I took a pen and paper on the spot and wrote a letter of recommendation to Qin Huairu, so that she could study by correspondence and pass the exam.

"Thank you!"

Qin Huairu happily hugged Wan Pingan.

“What a great figure!”

Wan Pingan was stunned and sighed in his heart, it feels so good!

at this time.

Yi Zhonghai and Jia Zhang's mother and son brought Lao Jia's body back to the courtyard.

Everyone in the courtyard was shocked.

The lively old Jia is just gone?

"Ms. Jia Zhang, Lao Jia is gone. You still have Dongxu. You want to move on. What are you going to do?"

Yi Zhonghai had prepared a lot of words to comfort Jia Zhang.

But when he took a closer look, what was going on?

Mrs. Jia Zhang was not sad at all, only a little worried, which meant that she was not sad about Lao Jia's death and there was no need to comfort her at all.

He felt a little unworthy of Jia Gensheng.

"Master, you are Lao Jia's good brother. Master in the courtyard, you must help us. What do you think I should do?"

Jia Zhang relied on Yi Zhonghai.

Yi Zhonghai was stunned. When did he become Lao Jia's good brother?

He has a very normal relationship with Lao Jia.

"In Lao Jia's situation, it is very difficult to get pension."

"You can go to the factory and make a fuss. When the boss is annoyed, he will try to calm things down. He will give you some compensation, depending on your ability."

"Let Dongxu take up the post again!"

Yi Zhonghai came up with the idea.

"What are you waiting for?"

"Walk!"

Jia Zhang couldn't wait.

The three men went straight to the steel rolling mill.

Two hours later, the three people left the Zha Steel Factory.

Jia Zhang made a big fuss and achieved her goal.

The steel rolling mill gave him a consolation payment of 300 yuan, which was not a pension. Lao Jia did not die because of the steel rolling mill and did not meet the conditions for a pension.

Jia Dongxu entered the steel rolling mill and took Lao Jia's position.

"Oh, Lao Jia, your life is so worthless."

"After getting the money, Mrs. Jia Zhang actually smiled, and she still looks happy today!"

Yi Zhonghai sighed repeatedly.

Jia Zhang immediately put all the 300 yuan consolation money into her pocket.

He didn't give it to Jia Dongxu, nor did he say it would be used to deal with Lao Jia's posthumous affairs.

"Master, you are Lao Jia's best brother, and you are also the first master in the courtyard. After Dongxu enters the factory, you must take good care of him." Jia Zhang was eyeing Yi Zhonghai again.

"Also, we orphans and widowed mothers don't know how to deal with Lao Jia's death, so we can only leave it to you."

Jia and Zhang took advantage of the situation.

The money was taken.

There is nothing left behind Lao Jia's life.

"Okay, after Dongxu enters the factory, I will personally guide him."

Yi Zhonghai didn't say anything about accepting disciples.

He planned to test Jia Dongxu again.

"Little bastard..."

When returning to the courtyard, Jia Zhang said something.

Yi Zhonghai followed Jia Zhang's gaze and saw that Wan Ping'an was back, accompanied by Qin Huairu, and they were talking and laughing.

Jia Dongxu's eyes straightened.

As soon as Wan Pingan returned to the courtyard, he was surprised to learn that Lao Jia was dead.

"Lao Jia died like this?"

"Lao Jia is dead. Is Yi Zhonghai's retirement plan about to begin?"

"Accept Jia Dongxu as a disciple, train Jia Dongxu and support him in his old age!"

"There is a spare tire fool, but He Daqing is still there. Next, Yi Zhonghai will design a trap for He Daqing and force him to leave the courtyard!" "Do you want to remind He Daqing?"

Wan Pingan recalled the original plot.

His arrival changed many things, but many things remained unchanged.

For example, Yi Zhonghai was dismissed by Director Wang because of his relationship, but was later reinstated because of his powerful plot correction.

"Subplots are easy to change."

"The main plot is difficult to change."

Wan Ping'an came to a conclusion.

"Peace, what do you want to eat tonight?"

"I'll do it for you!"

Qin Huairu asked sweetly.

The two returned to Wanjia together.

Yi Zhonghai sent Jia's mother and son home and went to find Liu Haizhong.

"Second uncle, Lao Jia has left, leaving only a pair of orphans and a widowed mother. I am going to hold a general meeting of the hospital to call on the whole hospital to help them and their son." Yi Zhonghai directly explained his purpose.

"How to help?"

The bangs frowned.

“Those who have money donate money, and those who have material resources donate materials.”

"you…"

Liu Haizhong was very dissatisfied.

Everyone is having a hard time, so how can there be any extra money to donate to the Jia family?

Sudden.

He thought of everything safe.

Wan Ping'an's family has so much food that they can't even eat it.

Liu Haizhong seriously doubted that Ping An could feed the whole courtyard by himself. If he were asked to donate, he would definitely have no pressure.

Isn't Yi Zhonghai targeting Wan Ping'an?

"Second uncle, aren't you willing?"

"You are the second uncle in the courtyard. If you don't live in Jia's house, what will the people in the courtyard think?"

"They will think that you have no sympathy, no love, and are not suitable to be the second uncle. Do you think they will report it to the street office?" Yi Zhonghai knew Liu Haizhong too well.

Liu Haizhong is a fan of official 710.

Starting from this angle, Hai Zhong will definitely be fooled.

As he expected, Liu Haizhong agreed to hold a donation meeting.

Persuading bangs.

He went to find Yan Fugui again.

"Third uncle, Lao Jia is gone. I am going to hold a general meeting of the hospital to donate money and materials to help the Jia family."

"It's three dollars."

"You donate two yuan, and the remaining one is yours. What do you think?"

Yi Zhonghai knew it very well.

Yan Fugui is different from Liu Haizhong. He must change his strategy. He is good at calculation and takes money very seriously. He can just give the money directly!

Yan Fugui didn't say anything and just collected the three dollars.

Just donate!

He doesn’t have to pay for it himself!

night.

The general meeting was held.

"Everyone, please be quiet and listen to me."

"Our Red Star Courtyard is a courtyard of unity and friendship. When one party is in trouble, all parties support it."

...

Yi Zhonghai came first and gave a long speech.

Wan Ping'an sneered.

Isn't this brainwashing?

If you say it again and again, people in the courtyard may not have much reaction.

Say it dozens of times or say it for a few years, and the residents in the courtyard will gradually be brainwashed, will gradually recognize it, and will be controlled by Yi Zhonghai.

"Jia Zhang, Jia Dongxu, come to the front."

"Everyone must know that Lao Jia is gone and the Jia family has lost its backbone, leaving behind a pair of poor orphans and widowed mother."

Yi Zhonghai got to the point.

Wan Ping'an knew.

Donate!

There was a sneer in my heart: Yi Zhonghai, you think so beautifully!

"As good neighbors, we cannot let the Jia family fall into trouble."

"I suggest that those with money donate money and those with food donate food to help the Jia family tide over the difficulties."

"As the oldest man in the courtyard, I take the lead. I donate ten yuan to the Jia family, plus ten pounds of stick noodles."

Yi Zhonghai expressed his stance.

In front of everyone, he took out two five-dollar bills and placed them on the table in front of him.

When Wan Ping'an saw it, Jia Zhang's eyes lit up.

"I hope everyone will show their love enthusiastically."

"We all live in the same courtyard. Today, the Jia family is in trouble, but we live in the Jia family. Tomorrow, if your family is in trouble, we can help you."

“Families in need can get through this by helping each other.”

Yi Zhonghai worked hard.

"As the second uncle of the courtyard, I will also donate ten yuan and ten pounds of noodles."

He gritted his teeth through his bangs.

Can't be worse than Yi Zhonghai!

"As the third uncle in the courtyard, I should donate more, but everyone knows our family's situation. I only have more than 20 yuan a month."

"I can't donate too much, so just donate two yuan!"

Yan Fugui looked pained.

Even if it wasn't his money, it was taken out of his pocket.

"what?"

"Yan Fugui donate two yuan?"

Wan Ping'an was surprised and looked Yan Fugui up and down. Wasn't he also soul-pierced?

With Yan Fugui's calculating character, how could he possibly donate money?

Even if you donate, it is absolutely impossible to donate two yuan!

"I'll donate a dollar!"

Silly Zhu stood up.

Snapped !

As soon as he stood up, he was slapped down!

"Did that stupid bastard hit me?"

Silly Zhu was angry and his eyes were red.

This slap slapped him on the head. His head was buzzing, his ears were rumbling, and his eyes were filled with golden light, which made him feel a little dizzy!

coax!

The crowd burst into laughter.

"Brother, how can you scold dad?"

He Yuyu blames Silly Zhu.

"You little bastard, how dare you even scold me?"

He Daqing was very angry.

It was he who slapped Silly Zhu to the ground.

"Dad, why did you hit me?"

The fool is so wronged.

This slap hurt so much.

But he couldn't take revenge!

Don’t even dare to feel resentful!

"Why do you think I hit you?"

"I'm not dead yet. I'm still in charge of our family. Is it your turn to step up and donate money?"

"Little bastard, the party is over in a while. You can go home and think about your faults. Come to me if you think about it. If you don't understand, don't sleep at night." He Daqing was very annoyed.

It's not just because Silly Pillar donated money.

Before Sha Zhu donated money, Yi Zhonghai winked at Sha Zhu, and Sha Zhu stood up.

If Si Zhu listens to Yi Zhonghai so much, is he still his son?

"Da Qing, don't blame Silly Zhu."