With the spiritual spring space, rebirth in the red era

After half a month of struggle, Xue Ming finally completed the wheat harvest project, and was stunned by the weighing incident.

Fifteen acres of wheat fields yielded [-] kilograms of grain, and the average yield per mu reached an astonishing [-] kilograms.

In the future era when pesticides and fertilizers are everywhere, it is not unusual to produce [-] kilograms per mu. The current yield of [-] kilograms per mu is the result of black soil, urea and space bonus.

Xue Ming sat in front of the granary and smiled stupidly. Twelve thousand kilograms was enough to feed his family for four years. He no longer had to worry about his family going hungry.

I'm considering whether to stop growing wheat for the time being. "We can grow some peanuts and rapeseed to extract oil, and we can grow some radish and cabbage. It's not enough to just eat steamed buns every day."

As the saying goes, you don’t have to panic when you have food in hand. Xue Mingxing hurriedly went to the space ranch to catch a hare and disembowel it. He carried the spicy rabbit home half an hour later.

The entire Guangming Commune is busy with the autumn harvest. The roads are full of commune members wielding sickles to harvest wheat. Everyone is talking and laughing happily.

"Da Ming, where have you been? The entire brigade, men, women, old and young, are all busy harvesting wheat, and it seems you are the only one missing." Guo Yiyi, the leader of the 12th production team, said loudly.

"Comrade Xiao Xue has a sewing machine at home, so he doesn't care about the work points of the brigade. Do you think that's right?" Guo Mantang joked loudly for a few minutes.

There was laughter at the scene, and Xue Ming handed Guo Yiyi a cigarette, "I haven't caught anything in the mountains for the past few days. Is there anything new in our team?"

Guo Yiyi lit up the cigarette immediately, "There is nothing new, but there is one strange thing. The party secretary and the captain are going to gather the wheat of the entire brigade into the wheat field of your 18th team."

Xue Ming didn't understand this. The cut wheat had to be taken to the threshing floor and crushed. Why was it piled in the wheat field of Team 18? "Uncle Satisfied, why is this?"

"Then who knows, the brigade cadres hold small meetings every three days, who knows what they are holding back." Guo Yiyi suddenly lowered his voice, "This matter is strange, I think something big may happen."

Xue Ming chatted with him for a while and carried the rabbit meat home. After thinking about it, he still didn't understand what kind of sexy operation it was, and he also felt that something big might happen.

The village was eerily quiet, as if we were in a ghost village. Except for the elderly with handicapped legs and feet, no one was at home.

Grandma was the only one left at home, sitting at the door of the main room basking in the sun. Xue Ming helped her into the house and gave her a rabbit leg.

"Children, go to the fields to harvest wheat. It doesn't matter if you don't go when everyone else goes. Someone has already labeled you as someone who ignores collective interests and has no sense of collective honor." Guo Xiuhua cursed in a low voice after she finished speaking.

The old lady scolded her in an unpleasant way, but Xue Ming smiled slightly and reassured her, "It's other people's mouths. You can say whatever you like. We don't have the same knowledge as them."

The hat was quite big without a sense of collective honor. Xue Ming went back to the bedroom to change into a set of ragged clothes and prepare to work in the fields. When he walked to the door, he heard his grandma say, "It was that bastard Xue Dingshan who slandered you."

"I knew it was him." Xue Ming was too lazy to talk to the clown and walked slowly to the responsibility field of the [-]th team.

The farmland is busy. Some people are wielding sickles to cut wheat, some are loading wheat straw on frame carts, and some are pulling carts for transportation.

The harvested wheat fields are full of children, each holding a basket and squatting on the ground to pick wheat ears. This is a sign of diligence and frugality so as not to waste a grain of grain.

"Brother!" Three children ran this way with baskets in their hands. They turned out to be the younger sister Xue Ying and the two younger brothers Xue Qing and Xue Min. They have been studying at Guangming Town Primary School.

"Stop, you three. Which class are you in?" A middle-aged man wearing a Lenin suit and a red armband stopped them, and a female teacher hurriedly led them away to continue gleaning wheat.

The children gleaning wheat ears were all primary school students taking labor classes. Xue Ming looked at the middle-aged man with a red armband for a moment, turned away, and raised his middle finger to give him an international friendly gesture.

It was even more lively near the responsibility field of the [-]th team. The members inserted the wheat vertically into the wheat field with the wheat ears facing up, giving people the feeling of arranging flowers in a vase.

Liu Yue'e cooperated with a group of cadres to direct the flower arrangement work. Agricultural technician Xue Dingshan commanded at the top of his voice, and party secretary Zhao Tian quietly stared at the dense wheat fields.

Xue Ming walked up to Zhao Tian and asked in a low voice, "What are you doing? Shouldn't the wheat straw be taken to the threshing floor and crushed?"

"You finally showed up." Zhao Tian rolled his eyes and scolded with a smile, "Hurry up and cut the wheat. I'll give you ten work points for one day of harvesting."

"What on earth are you doing?" Xue Ming asked, pointing to the wheat field. Zhao Tian's smile disappeared and he remained silent. Xue Ming immediately raised his head and looked at captain Sun Yuhou, "Uncle Sun!"

Sun Yuhou secretly glanced at Zhao Tian's face, walked to Xue Ming and whispered, "In a few days, the provincial leaders will come to us for investigation. You can leave the rest alone."

Xue Dingshan said solemnly, "The Zhaocun brigade welcomes a great harvest. The wheat field yields [-] kilograms per mu. The commune has reported it to the provincial agricultural agency. The expert team will come to our place for investigation in the near future. This is a major event and no one can hold back the brigade. .”

"Damn it, what kind of clever idea is this?" Xue Ming finally understood why they wanted to concentrate the entire brigade's wheat here.

At the same time, I felt like I was plunging into a history book. I suddenly turned around and stared at Zhao Tian, ​​"Uncle Zhao, are you crazy? How bold can a person be and how productive they are, right?"

Xue Dingshan said sternly, "You are crazy. I came up with this idea. The corn yield of [-] kilograms per mu of the Liu Village brigade next door was also reported by the commune to the province..."

"I'll fuck you, uncle." Xue Ming flew up and kicked Xue Dingshan on the chest, "I'll kill you, you bastard."

"What are you doing!" Sun Yuhou tightly hugged Xue Ming's lower back. Xue Ming struggled violently, and immediately several more cadres came over to hug and pull him.

Xue Dingshan was lying on the ground and kept coughing. Accountant Zhou Mengmeng shouted to the wheat field, "Yue'e, come quickly!"

Liu Yue'e, who had witnessed everything, burst into tears and ran over to hug her son tightly. A large group of militiamen also ran over, causing chaos at the scene.

Xue Ming was forcibly carried away by four or five strong men. Xue Dingshan, who had recovered his breath, covered his chest and yelled, "Why are you beating people casually? I'm going to the Public Security Bureau to sue you."

"I advise you to save it." Zhao Tian suddenly got angry and scolded Xue Dingshan, gritted his teeth and strode away from the scene.

Xue Ming returned to the village without saying a word, with a question lingering in his mind: How is the public grain collected now? Is it a fixed amount per acre or a proportion of the yield per acre?

Team accountant Zhou Mengmeng sighed deeply, patted Xue Ming on the shoulder and didn't know what to say. He turned around and told Liu Yue'e, "Sister Yue'e, please do some ideological work for him. It's wrong to hit people."

"Brother Zhou, my son will not hit anyone for no reason. Xue Dingshan must have been at fault first." Liu Yue'e said solemnly, clenching her fists.

Zhou Mengmeng nodded and turned to leave. Seeing that her son was distracted, Liu Yue'e had a sore nose and shed tears again. She moved her lips and didn't know how to do this ideological work.

"Yue'e, go and do your business. This child just got into trouble for a moment. It's okay." Guo Xiuhua first held her grandson's hand tightly, "My arms can't hold my thighs, so why are you looking for trouble?"