Siheyuan: Bringing Warehouses to 1959

Zeng Wangcai had only one requirement when selecting seeds at the beginning, which was that the crop yield must be high. Only later did he think of regional and seasonal factors.

However, he couldn't tell the difference, so he selected some seeds and asked his second aunt for help.

These crops include: potatoes, wheat, rice, green onions, tomatoes, sweet potatoes...

Some are big, some are small, and each has different characteristics.

But the two batches of seeds are almost identical.

"Wangcai, where did you get so many seeds?" Ma Ping's eyes lit up when she saw the seeds. She picked up the seeds and murmured, "This is wheat, this is millet, this is soybean, and there are also vegetable seeds, peppers, tomatoes... This is too much. Why did you get so many seeds? We don't have any land to plant..."

As expected of a master in farming, none of these seeds could escape Ma Ping's eyes.

Some people may think, it’s just a seed, how difficult can it be to recognize it?

But in later generations, let alone the seeds that have become smaller, even when these things have grown up, many people cannot tell them apart, and many people just know how to eat them.

"Second Aunt, you're amazing!" Zeng Wangcai praised, "I got these seeds through connections, and there are still a lot more."

"What's the big deal? Second Aunt is just a farmer, how could she not know seeds?" Ma Ping said modestly, "It's a pity that many things can't be grown in our village."

"I won't plant it in the village. I have a place to grow it!" Zeng Wangcai separated the seeds on both sides. "Then, Auntie, take a look. Are there any differences between the seeds on this side and those on the other side?"

"There is a little, but not much." Ma Ping carefully examined it and pointed at the seeds that Zeng Wangcai took out of his space and said, "The seeds here look better..."

This is really awesome!

Zeng Wangcai exclaimed that his family was full of talented people.

The seeds he got were obtained through Zhou Yuanbai's relationship. They are considered the best seeds available. At that time, Zeng Wangcai asked about the approximate yield of these seeds, and the answer he got was not comparable to the seeds in the space.

The biotechnology of later generations is so amazing. Seed improvement has made many crops no longer afraid of pests, have strong vitality, and have higher yields. However, the sacrifices are also obvious. They are not as delicious as the old seeds.

For example, tomatoes. Zeng Wangcai had eaten tomatoes before. When he was a child, tomatoes were so delicious, and there was no such thing as varieties. Later, there were more varieties of tomatoes, and the taste changed. There were things like Provence, which sounded high-end, but tasted completely different.

However, Zeng Wangcai feels that compared with starving to death, a little sacrifice is acceptable, as long as the seeds are not genetically modified. He does not understand biotechnology and does not know whether genetically modified organisms are harmful or not.

But there is one thing that Zeng Wangcai sees very clearly, that is, what Youyou said is right, most of the things that can easily happen to ordinary people are not good things.

"Second Aunt, this is amazing. Take a look at this, do you recognize it?" Zeng Wangcai pushed the seeds aside and took out the compound fertilizer.

"Hey, this is fertilizer powder. No, it's a little different from the fertilizer powder used by the brigade..." Ma Ping said after smelling the fertilizer.

Fertilizers do exist now and are in the process of development, but they are now called nitrogen fertilizers, which are different from the compound fertilizers that Zeng Wangcai brought out.

Zeng Wangcai is not sure which fertilizer is better.

Now that Ma Ping knows about fertilizer, this is a good thing. It proves that this thing is not a rare thing, and Zeng Wangcai can use it with more confidence.

"Wangcai, you are not going to use fertilizer powder to farm the land, are you? Can you get fertilizer powder?" Ma Ping asked.

Plan, plan, eat and drink need planning, the same goes for production, but for such a large area, it is impossible to plan everything.

Fertilizers, for example, are extremely rare and not available to everyone and everywhere. Only Maihe Commune was able to use some because of its good land and important location.

Zeng Wangcai clapped his hands and said, "Farming is inseparable from fertilizer. I don't have that many people over there, and there is not enough manpower and fertilizer, so I use this."

The so-called human fertilizer is an elegant term used by Zeng Wangcai, to put it bluntly, it is manure.

Don't underestimate rice fields. They are good things in rural areas, but they also require planning. Zeng Wangcai remembers that in Lu Dashen's "Ordinary World", Shaoan's father had a scene where he pulled manure and sold it secretly. Many people pulled manure carts to avoid militiamen with rifles.

"That's great, what a pity..." Ma Ping's eyes were filled with envy and loneliness, very complicated.

"What's a pity?" Zeng Wangcai didn't understand.

"It's a pity that the land is not ours now." Ma Ping said quietly, "If the land is not ours, we will have no motivation to farm. If we had land and your fertilizer powder, I could grow flowers in the land..."

Hearing this, Zeng Wangcai couldn't help but feel inexplicably emotional, and at the same time he was very puzzled.

He wondered why today's experts, who were not out of touch with reality like the experts of later generations, did not understand principles that ordinary people understood.

"Aunt, I think our family will have land in two years, and then you will have a place to display your talents," Zeng Wangcai comforted.

Two years later, in 1962, Zeng Wangcai checked the information and found that the huge commune was still in existence and the land would not be distributed to farmers for contracting until the late 1970s.

However, the private plots were loosened, and I don’t know if it was a coincidence or something else, but once the private plots were loosened, the country’s hunger was immediately alleviated.

"It would be great if that day really comes." Ma Ping smiled and didn't take her nephew's words seriously.

Zeng Wangcai naturally did not explain, he continued to ask: "Second Aunt, what kind of crops do you think are suitable for planting here? I mean those with high yield per mu, and by the way, not considering the lack of water and fertilizer."

Fertilizer is already available, and as for water, there is naturally no shortage of it since it is near the Miyun Reservoir.

"Here? Without considering anything else, you should choose this first..." Ma Ping picked up the potato.

Later, at Zeng Wangcai's request, Ma Ping selected a few more.

In addition to potatoes, sweet potatoes and soybeans are also Ma Ping's choices.

The yields of these three crops are all good. On this basis, Zeng Wangcai selected pumpkin and tomato to form an illustration of five crops.

Originally he wanted to choose corn and rice, but then he thought it was the first time and there were only so many people, so it would not be good to choose too much.

The five types of seeds and fertilizers were determined, and Zeng Wangcai's trip was a success.

The night in the village is very quiet.

It's not like summer now, when frogs croak everywhere at night.

Some elderly people in the village, as well as some restless young people, moved the venue for chatting from the canteen entrance to Zeng's yard. The protagonist was still Xiaobao, who talked about their experiences in the army, and he seemed to never finish.

Two big yellow dogs lay at the little leopard's feet, looking at him with their tongues sticking out, as if they were listening too.

After Zeng Wangcai distributed cigarettes around, he threw two packs of cigarettes on the eight-immortals table in the middle and went to talk to his grandmother.

Suddenly, the two big yellow dogs' ears stood up, and they turned around and barked wildly at the slope in front of Zeng's house.

Several flashlight lights appeared on the sloping path. Three old men were drinking unhappily around Liu's house, wondering what Zeng Wangcai meant by wanting to farm.

So, the three of them decided to look for Zeng Wangcai while they had nothing to do. When they asked, they found out that Zeng Wangcai had gone to the countryside, so the three old men simply followed him.