With the spiritual spring space, rebirth in the red era

The wheat field of Team 18 of Zhaocun Brigade was still very yellow. Liu Yue'e sighed, "This is a wheat field that has been sprayed with ginkgo leaves. It cannot be said that it has no effect, but the effect is indeed not great."

There was a weak wheat tree that had dried up and turned yellow. The stems, leaves and wheat ears all turned yellow. If you look closely, you can see the yellow spots on the leaves. Xue Ming pinched a leaf and kneaded it.

"The wheat field was already dry and short of water, and now it's plagued by damn jaundice. I'm thankful to have a harvest of 150 kilograms per acre." Liu Yue'e sighed again.

"You still want to harvest 150 pounds? Are you daydreaming?" A sudden old voice sounded from behind, and the mother and son turned around at the same time to see a gray-haired old man.

"Old Uncle Zhao, why are you here?" Liu Yue'e hurried over to say hello. This person's name is Zhao Molong and he is the elder in the village. He is the highest regardless of age or seniority.

"How are you doing, Grandpa Living Fossil." Xue Ming respectfully took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it to him. He had asked him several times before how to grow wheat.

"You damn living fossil, I can't stand your cigarettes." Zhao Molong pulled out the tobacco pouch from his waist, stuffed the cut tobacco into the pouch, took out the flint and lit it.

Xue Ming took out a match and lit the fire for the boss. Zhao Molong looked disdainful and said, "If you show courtesy for nothing, you are either cheating or stealing. There must be something you want to ask me. I'll ask you later."

After Zhao Molong finished speaking, he turned to face Liu Yue'e, "I can guarantee you that this year's wheat yield per mu will not exceed one hundred kilograms."

Liu Yue'e showed a wry smile. The reduction in wheat field production by half was a disaster for the members. Last year, despite good weather, the wheat yield was only 200 kilograms per mu.

"Mom, don't be sad." Xue Mingxin said that it didn't matter even if there was no harvest. The 15 acres of wheat fields in the space were enough for him to support his family, and he wouldn't feel bad even if all his mother's work points were lost.

Liu Yue'e waved her hand and said, "My child, you don't understand. If the wheat harvest is good, my work points will equal more grain."

"Pull it down, even if the yield per mu is a thousand catties, we members have no share. We members only deserve to eat sweet potatoes, ah tui..." Zhao Molong spat on the wheat seedlings.

"Uncle, don't talk nonsense." Liu Yue'e quickly turned around and looked around. If these words reached the ears of someone who was interested, he would definitely be paraded through the streets, accused of smearing the commune and the collective.

"Hmph, I don't believe you two would report me for being such an old person." Zhao Molong is known as a straight-laced person, and he also has a character that is not afraid of anything.

Xue Ming likes to call him Lao Shitou in private. The stones in the latrine are smelly and hard.

But you are right. Wheat, rice and other fine grains must be paid to the state to feed the working class in the city who eat commercial grains. Nowadays, slogans to support the country's industrial construction are very loud.

After handing over the public grain, there was only a small amount of wheat left in the brigade, [-]% of which was kept as seeds for next year, and the remaining [-]% ​​was given priority to the brigade cadres.

The work points of ordinary cooperative members can only be exchanged for vegetable grains such as sweet potatoes and potatoes, and coarse grains such as corn and sorghum, so Zhao Molong does not care at all about the life and death of the collective wheat fields.

"Old man, please stop being so angry. Of course my mother and I will not report you. However, it is not uncommon for a son to report his father these days. Some people are broken here." Xue Ming pointed at his head and said.

"It will cause chaos if this continues." Zhao Molong suddenly sighed, "Son, my big flower is in heat and I can borrow your rhubarb for use."

Dahua is a bitch, Liu Yue'e rolled her eyes and turned to look at the wheat field, secretly scolding Zhao Molong for not knowing how to avoid talking about people.

Xue Ming followed Zhao Molong back to the village. On the way, he couldn't help but ask, "How long will it take for wheat to grow after earing?"

"Wheat will start to grow in about 10 days. The technician named Xue said that now is the grain filling period..." Zhao Molong took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Xue Ming, "This is the nonsense he said at the conference. Look. Look."

Scrawled in pencil, the manuscript states that the grain-filling period is a growth period of crops, that is, a stage in which the starch, protein and accumulated organic matter produced through photosynthesis are stored in the grains through assimilation.

The grain filling period of different crops is different. The grain filling period of wheat is 18 to 20 days, which is the key time to determine wheat yield.

Xue Ming didn't know how serious it was, but he felt that what Xue Dingshan said made sense, "The words on the manuscript paper translated into adult language mean that wheat needs to be watered and fertilized during the grain-filling period?"

"Watering and fertilizing are necessary, but it's a pity that it doesn't rain." Zhao Molong stopped and pointed to the truck on the roadside, "Farmers are in short supply of fertilizer, so just sprinkle some plant ash."

Plant ash is the oldest chemical fertilizer. Slash-and-burn farming means burning away weeds and trees with fire.

Xue Ming whispered, "Don't we have any fertilizer in our brigade? We don't have nitrogen, phosphorus and potassium fertilizers such as urea."

"What is urine? What are you talking about?" Zhao Molong looked confused.

Xue Ming was also confused. It seems that urea has not been imported from Japan yet. Is it really using plant ash for fertilization?

At this time, a farmer walked up to the truck and poured the ash into the basket, then walked into the wheat field and sprinkled the ash with his hands.

His face was covered with gray, and Xue Ming couldn't recognize who he was. "Old man, think about it carefully, do you really not know what urea is?"

"I have never heard of urea, only horse urine. But plant ash is much cleaner than feces. When you join the labor force, I will let you sprinkle feces every day." Zhao Molong suddenly smiled evilly.

"Sorry, I have no plans to participate in collective agricultural labor." Xue Ming wanted to go to the supply and marketing cooperative to ask if there was urea.

Back in the village, I took Dahuang to Zhao Molong's house. His Dahua was also a Chinese pastoral dog. The two local dogs quickly hooked up and did shameful things in public.

Zhao Molong's wife passed away long ago, and his home is two dilapidated thatched huts.His three sons have separated from him, and Dahua is an old friend who depends on him for life.

"Xiao Xue, your Dahuang is old like me. When Dahuang has a pup, do you want to adopt one?" Zhao Molong said.

"Thank you, old man." Xue Ming has no idea of ​​raising a pup for the time being. Dahuang is irreplaceable in his heart. He will never find a dog as caring as Dahuang in his life.

The thatched house was dark and humid, and mosquitoes buzzed in his ears, which made him upset. "Old man, during the grain-filling period of wheat, should we water or fertilize first?"

"Of course you need to apply fertilizer first and then water. If there is no fertilizer, just water more." Zhao Molong swallowed his saliva and whispered, "My child, did you go hunting when you went to the woods to find ginkgo leaves?"

"You want to eat meat, right?" Xue Ming also lowered his voice, "I shot a big brown bear, and I still have some bear paws and bear meat at home. How many kilograms do you want, sir?"

"Where's the bear bile? There must be bear bile." Zhao Molong grabbed Xue Ming's arm, "Good boy, is the brown bear a grizzly bear? There must be bear bile in its belly, right?"