Siheyuan: Bringing Warehouses to 1959

There were three people in the office. Apart from Zeng Wangcai and Old Man Yang, Chen Hong never got a chance to speak.

Old man Yang lost his composure twice, and Chen Hong couldn't bear it any more. He tried to interrupt several times but failed, and his face turned red.

This was the result after Zeng Wangcai had laid the groundwork. If Zeng Wangcai had told the truth from the beginning, the two of them would probably have gone crazy by now.

"The first batch of 50,000 kilograms of pumpkins, and there are 100,000 kilograms to come?" This time, Old Man Yang didn't bother to pick up the cigarette butts. His calm demeanor was gone, and he stood up involuntarily, "What kind of pumpkins are you planting? These are the seeds of the Queen Mother, right? The pumpkin field that the Seven Fairies took care of for you?"

Zeng Wangcai was stunned and thought to himself that he didn't expect Old Man Yang to be so naughty and so good at making jokes.

"Zeng Wangcai, you are not allowed to lie." Chen Hong finally got the chance to speak, "How many acres of pumpkins did you plant to get so much harvest?"

"More than 30 acres, no more than 35 acres." Zeng Wangcai recalled, "We planted a total of 30 acres of crops each, so the total area is less than 200 acres."

"Oh my god, you're so bold." Chen Hong took a breath, "According to your calculation, one acre of land should produce 5,000 kilograms of pumpkin. What kind of pumpkin can produce such a high yield? Could it be a fairy seed?"

Materialism: Confucius does not talk about strange things.

People at the level of Old Man Yang and Chen Hong naturally know what they can say and what they cannot say, but the fact that they mentioned Queen Mother and immortal seeds shows that the output really surprised them.

However, Old Man Yang was more concerned about the other crops and said hurriedly, "I remember now. You said you showed me the seeds when you went to the seed station. The other four are sweet potatoes, potatoes, soybeans, and... tomatoes, right? How are the yields of these four?"

"As for the output..." Zeng Wangcai said anxiously, "I told you, you have to keep your word."

"Damn it, why are you so slow?" Old Man Yang was mad. He was itching to get it right. "Just tell me now, don't waste your time.

"I will keep my promise to you. One spit will lead to another."

Zeng Wangcai and Chen Hong were sweating profusely at the same time.

"The sweet potatoes are being dug, but because we don't have enough manpower, we're only digging a little bit." Zeng Wangcai repeated Xie An's judgment, "Based on the current situation, the sweet potato yield will not be low, it should be about the same as pumpkin. As for potatoes, we haven't started yet... In short, we probably... conservatively estimate, oh no, just estimate..."

"Hurry up and tell me!" Old Man Yang and Chen Hong went crazy at the same time.

"I say, I say, let go!" Zeng Wangcai said honestly, "The total output is estimated to be 370,000 kilograms."

Deng Deng Deng!

Thump which thump thump thump!

Chen Hong stumbled backward!

Clap!

Old man Yang sat back down, his pupils dilated, and he muttered: "370,000 jin, 370,000 jin, my God, what kind of soldier are you, you have this ability, what kind of soldier are you, why don't you go and farm for me..."

Zeng Wangcai was shocked. He was afraid of this. The tomato yield had not yet been determined, but the result was already like this. What would happen if it was determined?

"Grandpa, Grandpa!" Zeng Wangcai lay on Old Man Yang's desk and said miserably, "We have an agreement. You said it yourself. We will take part in the confrontation later."

"Get lost! I don't have time to deal with you now, we'll talk later!" Old man Yang slammed the table and stood up again, shouting, "Chen Hong!"

"Here!" Chen Hong stood at attention.

He knew that Old Man Yang was about to give an order.

Sure enough, Old Man Yang ordered murderously: "Order, 208th Regiment to assemble, and then...order your division's reconnaissance battalion to assemble and prepare to harvest the crops for me."

Well, one regiment is not enough for him, so add another battalion.

Zeng Wangcai was startled again and quickly stopped him: "Don't worry, don't worry. I have asked the base to load the truck and set off. They can deliver 10,000 kilograms of pumpkins tonight at the earliest. You are in such a hurry that you don't have enough tools, right? Although our place is big, there are few people living in it. If there are more people, we have to plan for rest at night..."

"What the hell are you doing taking a break for?" Old man Yang was still furious. "If we don't harvest so many crops quickly, what will happen if it rains and they rot in the fields? The crops are ripe, and you're just reporting now. Fortunately, nothing happened, otherwise you and I would be sinners..."

Ah this...

To be honest, Zeng Wangcai has not experienced it and cannot fully understand the older generation’s reverence for food.

He saw that Old Man Yang was anxious, and Chen Hong was the same. Suddenly, the scene of Tony Leung eating in "The Chess King" emerged in his mind, and he felt a strong sense of substitution and resonance.

"Commander, I was in training before, so I don't know the situation over there." Zeng Wangcai explained gently, and then said, "Everyone calm down. Pumpkins are easy to deal with, but we can't just dig with our hands to harvest sweet potatoes and potatoes. Let's collect the tools first, which will take half a day. It won't be too late to give the order to set off when you see the pumpkins in the evening."

He admired the soldiers' spirit of hard work and dedication, but hated seeing them endure hardship without any effort.

Although they have the conditions to suffer less, they stupidly insist on suffering for some unfounded reasons. Just like in the 76 earthquake, the soldiers used shovels to rescue people, and when there was a major earthquake more than years later, they still used shovels.

Old Man Yang calmed down, agreed with Zeng Wangcai's statement, and changed the order, asking Chen Hong to do as Zeng Wangcai said, and try every means to collect tools and equip the 208th Regiment as much as possible.

So, the heroic group that had just returned was suddenly excited. In addition to bedding, everyone was distributed tools such as shovels and spades.

Zeng Wangcai was unable to leave and was kept in the office by Old Man Yang.

The two drank some tea, and Zeng Wangcai saw that Old Man Yang had fully recovered. He said nervously, "Chief, we have an agreement..."

Damn it, it's really Moji...

When Old Man Yang heard this topic again, his scalp tingled.

Obviously, he knew that what he said in a hurry just now could not be fulfilled. Zeng Wangcai is not a talent now, but a treasure. He must be protected and watched.

Even... pampered!

Otherwise, if you don't pamper them, there are people who are willing to pamper them, such as Mr. Zheng who is in charge of agriculture...

Of course, the premise is that the figure of 370,000 kilograms is true.

Old man Yang was wondering how these 370,000 kilograms were grown. It was obvious that the guy was away for a while and didn't take care of it at all.

He never thought that this matter had nothing to do with Zeng Wangcai.

"You are so annoying, it's too early to say anything now!" Old Man Yang thought for a while and said, "Let's go and have dinner. After dinner, you stay by my side until Pumpkin comes. As long as you keep your promise, I will keep my promise too."

Zeng Wangcai felt relieved.

Half an hour later, Zeng Wangcai followed Old Man Yang to the cafeteria to eat, greeting everyone as he walked, anyone who looked familiar to him.

Old man Yang didn't know whether to laugh or cry at his blatant act of taking advantage of the power of others, but he was thinking about the pumpkin and the food, so he let it go.

In the evening, Chen Hong came back to report that one regiment had received the tools, but one battalion was still missing.

Zeng Wangcai suggested that one group is enough, if there are more... there will be a lot of food.

Chen Hong's 70th Regiment of the 208th Division assembled and was on standby, and the convoy was ready to depart at any time.

Zeng Wangcai notified Xiaobao and the others, and they also packed their things and were ready to leave at any time.

In the middle of the night, a truck creaked into the gate of the military district.

The leader of the team was none other than Xie An, who came to follow orders.

"Comrade, are you from the Special Operations Team's First Platoon?"

The car stopped at the door, and suddenly several searchlights illuminated the area near the car. A team that obviously exceeded the normal number of people on duty was staring at the truck in an orderly manner.

"Yes, I am Xie An, the squad leader of the third squad of the first platoon, and this is my ID..."

"Come in, come in, drive this way. See the lights over there? Yes, that's the training ground. Stop there."

Xie An was very confused. What was going on? Shouldn’t he go to the logistics department first?

He didn't know that Old Man Yang had been up all night waiting for the car to arrive, and Chen Hong was waiting in person at the place where the lights were on.

The truck stopped. Without waiting for the people from the truck company to get off, Chen Hong ran to the truck bed himself, lifted a corner of the cloth, and saw a corner of a pumpkin.

Then Chen Hong was stunned...Is this a pumpkin?