Siheyuan: Bringing Warehouses to 1959

Old man Yang is a monkey. He has never forgotten the idea of ​​letting Zeng Wangcai lead more troops.

In fact, who doesn’t want to be promoted? From a grassroots cadre like a platoon leader to a company commander, there is more room for development in the future.

Zeng Wangcai also wanted to be a company commander. Not only did he want to be a company commander, he even wanted to be a commander. But then again, he didn't want to be the kind of company commander that Old Man Yang was talking about.

Now here is a simple arithmetic problem. If we don't count other materials, and just use farming to complete the task of producing 10,000 kilograms per month, in twelve months a year, that would be 120,000 kilograms.

Crops are generally harvested twice a year, totaling 60,000 jin.

According to Zeng Wangcai's idea, three acres of land can produce 10,000 kilograms, and 60,000 kilograms is 18 acres of land.

Eighteen acres of land is not a lot, and under current conditions, six people can take care of it.

However, the wasteland that Zeng Wangcai asked the soldiers to reclaim was far more than 18 acres. Old Man Yang asked someone to take a rough look and found that it was more than 180 acres.

In other words, based on the scale of a row of reclaimed wasteland, at least sixty people are needed to take care of it.

So Old Man Yang wanted to give Zeng Wangcai a company of soldiers, twice the number of people needed for farming, so that Zeng Wangcai could do other things.

"No, no, there's really no need to add more people." Zeng Wangcai waved his hand quickly, "My people are busy enough. I plan to keep two shifts to farm. I plan to train the people who come to Sijiu City this time and have them participate in the confrontation in the end."

"Twenty people cultivating less than 200 acres of land, are you crazy?" Old man Yang asked in surprise.

Ten acres of land per person is three times more than a normal person can take care of.

But Old Yang didn't know that in later generations, one person could manage a thousand acres of land easily.

In fact, it would be no problem for Zeng Wangcai to achieve fully mechanized farming on 200 acres by relying on the materials that can be refreshed in the space.

But to be conservative, he does not plan to fully mechanize the work. He will use the standard of one person taking care of ten acres of land and use machines to do some of the labor-intensive work.

For example, plowing the land with a car, pumping water with a pump, etc.

"No, I plan to apply to buy some machines, and I need your approval." Zeng Wangcai said with a shameless face, "Of course, if the military region does not provide funds, I can consider paying for it personally, but in that case, the machines I buy will be my own."

The most troublesome thing for him now is the qualifications, but with the military district, it is not a big problem.

"What are you up to? What do you want to buy?"

"Tractor, it's okay without a tractor, the main thing is... Never mind, I'll give you a list when the time comes."

This is the qualification that Zeng Wangcai wants. With this qualification, he can explain no matter how many things he takes out from the space.

"Okay, I'll give you a note. I want to see what kind of flowers you can grow."

"Thank you, Chief. There is one more thing. I am getting married soon and I want to buy some wood. Do you think I should write it down when I approve the note?"

"Get lost, you are taking advantage of me..."

Zeng Wangcai was a thoughtful person. He felt that the wood Zhang Xiuzhi bought was too expensive and might arouse jealousy. It would be better to have an official record.

Old man Yang didn't nod, not because he didn't want to nod, but because Zeng Wangcai had found the wrong person.

In the end, Old Man Xie agreed to let Zeng Wangcai go to the Chaoyang Branch to file a case. There was nothing he could do about it; that was the nature of the times.

Zeng Wangcai's matter had been settled at the rice field, and the next step was to wait for orders. There was no reason for Zeng Wangcai to stay in Sijiu City.

After seeing off the three big guys, Zeng Wangcai slept next to his grandmother for the whole night and got up before dawn the next day.

When she was about to leave, grandma started to rummage through her treasure cabinet, took out all the treasures stored in it, and put them in for Zeng Wangcai.

"Here, take it, take it with you on the way..." Grandma dragged the bag to the yard with difficulty.

The heavy pockets were like a stone pressing on Zeng Wangcai's heart. He felt very sad as they had to part again.

"Grandma, we can't eat so much. Leave some for Jinhuan and the others..." Zeng Wangcai was about to open his pocket to take things out. He knew where these things came from without even looking. Many of them were saved from the Chinese New Year.

Grandma’s cabinet is like a treasure box. All the good things are placed in it. Things that she is reluctant to eat or use are all left for her grandchildren.

"Put it down, try to get one from outside?" Grandma glared, "This isn't just for you, Xiaobao's is in there too, as well as your second uncle and Xiaohu's. Take them all, Xiaohuan and the others are at home, there are some!"

"Okay, okay, don't be angry, I'll take care of you..."

I put the bag in the car and waved goodbye to my grandma and second aunt. When I was leaving the village, I met some villagers and said goodbye to them again.

Parting is for reunion. Zeng Wangcai was not sad at all. His grandmother was in good health. He was just worried. This year was the hardest, and he hoped the family would not starve because of trying to save food.

He insisted on farming because the grain would turn into gold this year. During the most difficult summer harvest season, the preciousness of grain would reach its peak, and the sensitivity would also reach its peak. At that time, if anyone sold grain privately on the black market or pigeon market, the crime would be serious.

After returning to Beijing, Zeng Youqian, who had been idle for many days, went to work. His mother was alone at home. Zeng Wangcai walked around the house and quickly went to the Chaoyang Branch.

He first went to meet Yu Tie and his ten brothers, told them the good news of their meritorious service, and asked them to wait in the guesthouse. Then he struck while the iron was hot and went to find Feng Baoguo to file the matter of the wood.

Zeng Wangcai is now a celebrity in the Chaoyang Branch. From the director Luo Zheng to every police officer, everyone welcomes Zeng Wangcai with a smile.

Without Zeng Wangcai, the Chaoyang Branch would not only have lost face, but would have also achieved no merit.

After the filing was completed, Zeng Wangcai wandered out and returned to the guesthouse.

"Xiaobao, I'm going to the steel mill. We still have some time. You take Yutie and the others to the city, have a meal, and see the capital." Zeng Wangcai took out a stack of money and handed it to Xiaobao. "Yutie, don't save money for me. Eat whatever you want and don't make trouble."

"Big...Oh no, Platoon Leader, can I go to the factory with you?"

"Get lost, what do you have to do at this time? You have no vision at all." Zeng Wangcai scolded with a smile, "Your sister-in-law and I are going out alone, and you are going to be a light bulb? Listen, take them to Donglaishun to eat mutton hotpot, and then go to Wangfujing to buy some things. It's a rare trip to the old city, so you have to buy something and send it back home, so that my family can look good."

"Yes, yes, yes, I've heard of Wangfujing a long time ago..." Yutie and the others were so happy that they held Xiaobao tightly and refused to let go.

In the end, Xiaobao could only watch Zeng Wangcai leave with resentment.

Zeng Wangcai strolled alone and came to the entrance of the steel rolling mill.

"Hey, Platoon Leader Zeng!" The guard came out of the gatehouse as soon as he saw Zeng Wangcai. "Are you looking for our section chief? The section chief is over there in the office building. Deputy Director Li is looking for him. I'll have someone take you there..."

If Zeng Wangcai is a celebrity in the Chaoyang Branch, then in the eyes of the steel rolling mill security department and the militia company, Zeng Wangcai is a god.

The steel rolling mill is in great glory this time, especially the security department, and Li Huaide has also benefited from it. He is now discussing with Zhao Hongqing how to express this matter when the department holds a meeting.

"No, I'm not looking for Lao Zhao." Zeng Wangcai threw out a cigarette, "I'm looking for my wife..."

"Oh, she's here. I heard she went to the factory office just now. Shall I ask someone to take you there?"

"No, I'll do it myself, you're busy!"

After the polite exchanges, Zeng Wangcai entered the steel rolling mill and walked towards the office building with familiarity. He guessed that his wife was now asking the factory office director for a house.