Siheyuan: Bringing Warehouses to 1959

Zeng Wangcai and a row of twelve strong contestants ushered in their second transformation.

The first transformation was when they joined the army and the recruit company, which transformed them from ordinary civilians into soldiers.

This training has enabled them to transform from a soldier into a king of soldiers.

Calling him a soldier king might be a bit of an exaggeration, but it’s not too much either.

This training at the seaside is a joint training between several military regions in preparation for confrontation.

Therefore, in order not to bring shame to their military region, they trained very hard, and almost everyone's skills improved rapidly.

Several large trucks were rushing towards the military area, and the cargo bed of each truck was filled with dark-skinned soldiers.

In the bed of a car, the dark-skinned Yu Tie saw the shadow of the military base and burst into tears of joy: "Platoon Leader, we are finally back. I missed you so much. Let's report to the division headquarters and go back quickly. I want to eat meat so much..."

The soldiers in the car looked at each other in bewilderment. If they were not all from the 70th Division and knew the food of the First Platoon of the Special Operations Group, they would have thought that Yu Tie was talking in his sleep.

During the period of training at the seaside, there were both good and bad aspects in my life. The good thing was that as long as you were willing to put in the effort, you could have more seafood than you could eat. The bad thing was that many people couldn't get used to it and found it fishy.

The northern men like Yutie just can't get used to eating seafood. They dream of going back to the base and having a good meal there.

"Comrade Yutie, please keep a low profile." Zhu Wei, the company commander of the 208th Regiment, took a sip of saliva and said, "Damn it, there is a severe drought this year, and the harvest is poor everywhere. You don't even know what the military district is like. Do you think everyone is in your platoon?

"I heard that you guys have switched to farming. I guess your calculations were wrong this time. I guess the harvest won't be that good. Forget about eating meat."

Yutie couldn't argue and looked at Zeng Wangcai.

Zeng Wangcai also didn't know what to say because he didn't know what kind of state Xie An had made of the land.

"The company commander is right, keep a low profile!" After holding it in for a long time, Zeng Wangcai decided not to attract hatred, "We don't eat meat, just being full is enough."

Seeing him talking, Zhu Wei smiled and said, "Wangcai, why don't you tell us what you are growing over there? Is it time to harvest it now? Do you want us to go together and help?"

"Captain, you said it." Zeng Wangcai laughed, "When the time comes, I'll treat everyone to fish."

The meat is not good, but the fish is okay.

Mechanized planting cannot form a perfect closed loop. The problems of farming and irrigation have been solved, but not harvesting. Harvesting must be done by hand little by little.

So Zeng Wangcai had already thought about it. After returning, he would apply to the military district and find someone to go harvest together. Even if Zhu Wei didn't mention it now, he would have mentioned it.

There were many people participating in this training. The convoy finally drove into the military area in a steady stream. The soldiers got off the vehicles, and then gathered according to their units and set off for the training ground.

On the military district side, Old Man Yang and other military district leaders were already waiting.

After a meeting, each department went to have lunch and then returned to their work.

Zeng Wangcai and his companions were arranged to stay in a barracks of Zhu Wei's company. After a simple rest, Zeng Wangcai took Xiaobao to the division headquarters.

"Brother, what do you think of the harvest from the land we bought?" Little Leopard asked in a low voice on the way, "Will it be 240,000 kilograms? This way we won't have to worry about supplies in the future. Should we let my dad go back?"

"Stupid!" Zeng Wangcai said unhappily, "When have we ever worried about supplies here? It was a little bit during the time we were away, but we have land. What can Second Uncle do when he goes back? Does he have land for us at home?"

"But brother, even if we farm here, the food doesn't belong to us." Little Leopard said again.

"It's hard to say. Don't forget, I have an agreement with the military district." Zeng Wangcai talked about his bet, "If it exceeds 240,000 kilograms, I can take some of the rest back. What else can the military district say?

"Besides, there was also the matter of acquisition. The hard work of Second Uncle and Xiaohu couldn't go in vain. We had to buy back the extra parts anyway..."

Fish and meat are fine, but Zeng Wangcai is not sure whether he can buy food.

He would contact the base in a while, first ask Xie An about the harvest, and then go to the military district to ask for people and have a chat.

If the harvest is not good, that's all. Just continue farming honestly.

When they arrived at the confidential department, Zeng Wangcai used the radio to contact Xie An, but Xie An and his colleagues were all working in the fields at the moment, some harvesting pumpkins and some digging sweet potatoes, and only one person was left guarding the radio.

"Hello, yes, I'm Zeng Wangcai, I want to ask...what is this? The pumpkins are already being harvested, and the sweet potatoes are also being harvested, what is the yield? Well..."

Before they finished communicating, Zeng Wangcai became numb.

An estimated 150,000 kilograms of pumpkins is an astronomical figure.

He believed that Xie An would not lie and would not make a mistake, there were 150,000 kilograms of pumpkin.

Xie An not only estimated the yield of pumpkin, but also estimated the yield of other crops. Based on the harvested sweet potatoes, Xie An believed that the yield of sweet potatoes per mu would be 4,000 or even 5,000 kilograms, which would be another 150,000 kilograms.

Two acres of soybeans were harvested for testing, and a total of 900 kilograms were produced, with an acreage yield of 450 kilograms. Based on 30 acres of land, the soybean yield is 13,500 kilograms.

There were really too many potatoes to dig up, but Xie An simply dug a few and did a minimum test. He found that one acre of land could produce two thousand kilograms, so thirty acres of land would produce sixty thousand kilograms.

There was still one tomato, but Xie An couldn't estimate it because the fruit had not yet turned red.

For these four crops alone, preliminary estimates show that the output has reached 370,000 kilograms, and it should be even more because each crop covers more than 30 acres.

Let's say it's 370,000 kilograms, which is much more than 240,000 kilograms.

Zeng Wangcai doesn't know how to farm. He didn't expect that the land today is so fertile, or that the seeds of later generations are so awesome that they can create satellites in no time.

This requires a new plan. First of all, the number of people for harvesting is too small. One company is too few. At least a regiment is needed to harvest the crops as quickly as possible.

Secondly, should we just hand in the extra part like that?

I'm unwilling to give up. At least I have to get back what my second uncle and Xiaohu have paid for. It doesn't matter whether they get money or not, as long as I get enough food.

After making up his mind, Zeng Wangcai left the confidential department, asked Xiaohu to go back first, and went to the division headquarters alone.

"Commander, Commander..." Zeng Wangcai saw Chen Hong and waved from afar.

"You kid, why are you running here without taking a rest right after you came back?" Chen Hong took off his hat and said while fanning himself.

"I have something to report to you. Can you help me contact the chief?" Zeng Wangcai said with a grin. "You know, before I left, we had some land there. Now it's time to reclaim it, and I don't have enough manpower."

"That's right. Come on, let's go inside and talk." Chen Hong waved his hand and went back to the office first, followed by Zeng Wangcai.

When he arrived at the office, Chen Hong asked the orderly to pour some water, cold water.

Chen Hong was thirsty, but Zeng Wangcai was not.

"Tell me, how many people do you need? Why do you need to go to the leader? I can take care of this matter." After Chen Hong finished speaking, he suddenly started to drink water.

"A group..."

puff!

"Cough, cough, cough..." Chen Hong was choked. After finally relieving himself, he glared and asked, "How many people do you need to harvest the crops?"