Siheyuan: Bringing Warehouses to 1959

It’s no wonder that Chen Hong was shocked. He also came from a peasant family and knew the ins and outs of farming.

How many people are there in a group? About 3,000 people.

What kind of family needs 3,000 people to harvest the land? How big a landlord must he be?

"No, wait a minute." Chen Hong wiped his mouth. "Are you kidding? I remember that before we left, you only planted less than 100 acres of land. Do you need 3,000 people to harvest it?"

Chen Hong also went to the training and was the team leader, so he didn't know about what was happening in the military region.

In fact, no one in the military district knew anything about the base.

"More than that, they have planted nearly 200 acres in total." Zeng Wangcai added in time, "Commander, there were indeed only that much when we left, but later they all planted it."

"What the hell? Twenty or so people planted 200 mu of land?" Chen Hong laughed angrily. "You are being ridiculous. A strong laborer is tired enough to plant three mu of land. If he planted more, he would not be able to handle it. Even the black-hearted landlords would not dare to let farmhands plant so much land."

"Machines, machines for farming." Zeng Wangcai reminded, "You forgot that the military district has provided us with a batch of machines and supplies..."

"Forgot about that." Chen Hong patted his forehead, "But even so, a group of people is too exaggerated."

Zeng Wangcai naturally knew that a platoon of people was an exaggeration, but 370,000 kilograms of stuff had to be dug out of the ground and loaded onto trucks. It would not be enough with fewer people. It would be better to have more people and more trucks to do it all at once, as the confrontation was about to begin.

He took a sip of water and said, "Commander, how about we call the commander first? Otherwise, I will have to say it again later."

"I want to see what tricks you can come up with." Chen Hong glared at Zeng Wangcai, but still went to make the phone call.

A few minutes later, Chen Hong finished the call, put on his hat, and straightened his uniform: "Let's go. I don't know what kind of magic potion you gave the commander. The commander is waiting for you too."

The confrontation is imminent, and Old Man Yang is busy, very busy. If the training team had not returned, he might still be in the meeting at this moment.

Zeng Wangcai also put on his military uniform, and then went to find Old Man Yang with Chen Hong.

Zeng Wangcai didn’t know what the outcome of what happened next was, which referred to asking Old Man Yang for food.

This proves the saying that once you enter the world, you have no choice.

The two of them came to Old Man Yang's office together, but Old Man Yang had already cleared the office.

"That's right, this is what a soldier should be like." Old Man Yang was very satisfied when he saw Zeng Wangcai, who he hadn't seen for a long time, had darkened a lot and became more solid. "How can a soldier be so clean and white? You look much better like this."

"Thank you for the compliment, Chief!" Zeng Wangcai stood at attention and responded loudly.

"Hey, your attitude is different today." Old man Yang keenly noticed the difference in Zeng Wangcai's attitude today, "Don't try that on me, there's no outsider here, relax."

"Yes, Chief!" Zeng Wangcai relaxed and sat down as Old Man Yang said.

"I heard from Chen Hong that you want a regiment of people to go to the base?" Old Man Yang took out a pack of good cigarettes from the drawer. He took out one and lit it himself, and put the rest in front of Zeng Wangcai and the other two, motioning them to do whatever they wanted. "It seems that the land has been planted, otherwise you wouldn't want so many people. But no, I'm too busy these days and don't have time to pay attention to you. I don't know the situation over there. A regiment of people is given to you to harvest the crops, why don't you want a division?"

"Uh......"

"Wangcai, tell me, how is the harvest?" Old Man Yang stopped joking and said seriously, "Our country is in a difficult situation this year, even more difficult than last year. Many places have been affected by disasters, and the harvest is not even as good as last year.

"I believe you are next to a lake, so you don't have to worry about water, but there are too few people. Have you contacted the troops? Tell me what the harvest is like. Don't joke around."

"Harvest?" Zeng Wangcai smiled sweetly, "A good harvest!"

It’s not that he wanted to keep the secret, but he hadn’t figured out how to say it so that the obviously serious Old Man Yang wouldn’t get angry.

The conservative estimate is 370,000 kilograms. This number is too scary.

He decided to take a detour and talk to Old Man Yang about something else: "Commander, is the bet we made back then still valid?"

"Bet?" Old Man Yang was visibly stunned. "You're talking about 240,000 jin. Let your troops focus on training from now on."

"Yes, this is what we agreed on." Zeng Wangcai said, "Also, you see, we have not missed any task in the past few months, and we have completed all the 10,000 kilograms of supplies every month.

"You know, we are few in number and don't have enough manpower to farm the land. For this reason, my second uncle and my cousin have been helping the army day and night, and we never asked the army to buy the land..."

"Wait a minute, what do you want to say?" Old Man Yang became more and more puzzled as he listened. "At the beginning, I wanted to give you someone, but you refused to do it. Now you are talking about this again. What do you mean?"

"What I mean is..." Zeng Wangcai looked at Old Man Yang and was silent for a few seconds. "What I mean is that we have exceeded the mission, can you give my second uncle and his men some compensation so that they can bring some food back?"

"Exceeded the target? You mean you have 240,000 kilograms of grain?" Old Man Yang laughed, "Don't be ridiculous, you guys can only hammer a few nails and still exceed the target. You can collect half, oh no, you can collect 100,000 kilograms, it's a blessing, I will also consider you the winner.

"If you collect 240,000 kilograms, you will have completed the three-year mission, not to mention two years. You can go wherever you want in the three divisions of the military region. You have the final say..."

Don't you regret it!

Zeng Wangcai smiled and said, "Commander, we are all soldiers. We should stick to our words. You are the one who said this."

"Nonsense, I..." Old Man Yang was about to continue talking when he suddenly realized, "No, you are hiding something from me and setting a trap for me."

Old Man Yang knew a lot about Zeng Wangcai, and he could tell the problem from Zeng Wangcai's words and expressions.

"Just tell me honestly what's going on there, and everything else will be easy to explain."

"Well... I told you!" Zeng Wangcai swallowed his saliva, "We have already harvested a lot of pumpkins, and we are also harvesting sweet potatoes..."

"How much is a lot? Please explain it clearly. It's making me so anxious!" Old man Yang was furious.

"First, collect it...about this much!" Zeng Wangcai stretched out a palm and spread his fingers.

"Five hundred, no... five thousand kilograms of pumpkins? That's not a lot. How much is the part that was harvested? How much is left?"

"It's not 5,000 jin, it's 50,000 jin..."

blah blah blah!

The cigarette in Old Man Yang's hand fell. After a while, he took a breath and said, "Fifty thousand catties? And that's just a part? Don't learn to make false claims, kid!"

"I'm not kidding, it's really 50,000 kilograms!" Zeng Wangcai patted his chest with a solemn promise, "Tomorrow I'll deliver 10,000 kilograms for this month. You'll know when the time comes. 50,000 kilograms of pumpkins is only a part of it. We can probably collect another 100,000 kilograms..."

blah blah blah!

The cigarette that Old Man Yang had just picked up fell again.