Siheyuan: Bringing Warehouses to 1959

On spring nights, the village is filled with the scent of grass and earth.

Zeng Wangcai led the three old men down the path, passed through a corn field that had just been planted, and came to the rice fields by the river.

Part of the fields here have been planted with seedlings, which are neatly arranged under the faint moonlight.

"This village is nice, with fields and spring ploughing." After looking around for a while, Old Man Liu was very satisfied with the environment of Zengzhuang. "The village party secretary just now did a good job. If all the rural areas in our country were like this, it would be great, and the people would not have to go hungry."

"That's impossible, especially water. Most places don't have this convenience." Old man Xie shook his head and said, "Before I came out, I saw countless fights over water in the village back home."

"It's the same where we are!" Old Man Yang echoed.

"It's not you guys who are like that." Zeng Wangcai said calmly, "It's the same here. There is a village called Zhujia downstream that is our village's mortal enemy. We also fought against them before collectivization.

"To be precise, it's the same everywhere in the world. Everyone in the world is here for profit. If we narrow it down to the village, water represents profit..."

The three old men all came from peasant families, so they naturally understood what Zeng Wangcai said.

After wandering around the village, the four people found an unusual rice field to stay.

Zeng Wangcai, whose strength is now much greater than before, rolled the stone mill over, then stood it up, put cigarettes on it, and asked the old men's followers to bring tea cups and put them on it.

"You're so neat, you want to discuss philosophy with us?" Old man Yang took out a cigarette and lit it, jokingly asking.

Zeng Wangcai really wanted to have a good talk, otherwise if something happened again, who could stand the three old men acting like this and that?

"Grandpa, I heard that you have other plans for me?" The dragon gate formation was set up, and the conversation started. Zeng Wangcai lit a cigarette with them.

There are four red dots flashing on the rice field.

"It's not that I have other plans, but I have some ideas and want to hear your opinions." Old man Xie was the instigator and spoke first, "Look, the spies in Sijiu City have caused such a big stir this time. If it weren't for you, the Third Steel Rolling Mill would have been bombed. Not only would the country suffer losses, but people would also be in a panic.

"You deal with spies, you know them best. Those people you arrested were all from the damn special forces. Currently, developed countries abroad are developing special forces, and we must have them too. Not only the army but also the public security forces must have them. Special forces have special equipment, and they all have short stuff, puff puff puff..."

Old man Xie spoke from the bottom of his heart, expressing his concern about the insufficient strength of the public security force.

At the same time, he believed that Zeng Wangcai had twice defeated a larger force with a smaller one and achieved brilliant results, and the latter time he even captured Niang Xipi's special forces alive. These were his own special forces.

Therefore, he wanted Zeng Wangcai to develop in this direction, and he even suggested it without any hesitation, asking Zeng Wangcai to take out his secret weapon.

What is coming will eventually come, and Zeng Wangcai knows that if the victory result is too dazzling, someone will be concerned about it.

"As for the secret weapon, it's not mature yet. I'm just experimenting with it. It can't kill people, it can only make people uncomfortable and lose their combat effectiveness." Zeng Wangcai said the excuse he had thought of long ago, "Also, some chemical materials are difficult to make and unstable. When I was working on it, it almost went wrong several times. Can you let me and the teacher make it stable before handing it over? Just like that gun."

"Listen to him, there's no rush!" Old Man Liu chimed in.

"Okay, I won't let you guys ask, let me tell you what I think." Zeng Wangcai threw away his cigarette butt and blew out a puff of smoke, "It's not that we can't do it with the special forces, but I can't do it now. I have to go to training and participate in the confrontation soon, which will take half a year. I also have to complete the tasks of the military region. Ten thousand kilograms of supplies a month is not a small amount;

"As for supplies, I think that relying on fishing and hunting alone is not enough. These are vegetables, not food. Food is the hard truth. If you have food in your hands, you won't be worried. I plan to farm next..."

Old Man Yang and the others were not surprised by this result, or rather, they already knew it.

The people Zeng Wangcai left behind at the base are now, in addition to training and ensuring that they obtain a certain amount of supplies every day, working hard to reclaim wasteland. Zeng Wangcai doesn't even know how much wasteland has been reclaimed so far.

As for Old Man Yang and his friends, they lack all kinds of talents, except for those who can farm.

As a major agricultural country, 80 percent of the country's population are farmers, and the vast majority of the land is arable land. Under the collectivized model, production is in full swing.

"We don't lack farmers." Old Man Liu said with emotion, "If it weren't for the natural disaster, we wouldn't have had such a hard time last year, and this year would be much better..."

"Wait a minute!" Zeng Wangcai interrupted Old Man Liu, "Natural disaster? You just saw our village. To tell you the truth, under the circumstances last year, our village did not have a bad harvest. On the contrary, it harvested a lot more than the year before, but no family had enough to eat."

Zeng Wangcai did not say that it was a man-made disaster because he had not conducted any investigation and had not traveled around the country, so he could not generalize.

Moreover, he did not dare to say such words that questioned the general direction.

He doesn't think the direction is wrong, but he believes that good policies have been misinterpreted by a group of selfish or incompetent people, which has led to this situation.

For example, when it comes to farming, there is wasteland and manpower available, so why can't we make use of it?

It’s fine to not allow people to farm privately, but we can give them some private plots, and also allow each family to receive some subsidies.

The three old men looked at each other. They didn't expect Zeng Wangcai to say this.

Old man Yang sighed and said, "Wangcai, don't say this outside in the future. Let's talk about farming. You mean you can grow good crops, better than the current farmers, but as far as I know, you have never grown crops. Do you want to change the situation of not having enough food by growing crops? Actually, no need. As long as there is no disaster this year, life will slowly get better..."

"I didn't say that!" Zeng Wangcai was shocked. This proposition was too big. Grandpa Yuan couldn't even guarantee that 400 million compatriots would have enough food to eat. "I just said that it's okay to complete the military's tasks by farming and hunting and fishing for a while, but the ecology in Miyun won't be able to bear it for a long time."

"Ecology? What the hell?"

Well, it’s useless to talk to you about ecology!

Zeng Wangcai didn't explain, and simply told them the result they liked: "In this way, you don't have to worry about how I plant. Anyway, I'll be behind, and two or three acres of land can complete a month's task. If all the output is added up, I don't have to worry about the task for a year or even two years. My people can concentrate on training and become real soldiers."

To put it bluntly, we still have to get rid of the title of pig-feeding logistics soldier and become a real special operations team.

Old Man Yang realized something was wrong and stretched out his fingers to count: "That's not right. Two or three acres of land can produce a month's worth of crops. How much can one acre produce? Are you kid trying to make a big deal?"