Siheyuan: Bringing Warehouses to 1959

When the old man heard this, he immediately lost his temper.

He ate a small tomato, smacked his lips and said, "It tastes really good. What on earth is this kid's brain like? He can do anything he wants."

"I don't know either." Old man Yang sat down, rubbing his head and said in distress, "Don't look at this kid who can do anything, but he is very smart, and you can't ask him anything useful. You can't force him, because if you force him, he will give up..."

"Haha!" Old man Zheng sneered, "Act, act for me, act well, I don't know you yet, you are just worried that I will ask him to come over, you said it so seriously, I don't believe you can't deal with him?"

"Old Zheng, that's not interesting." Old Man Yang said with a wry smile, "Do you think I'm joking? Really not. Pumpkins are easy to talk about, and there are some big ones. But this new seed tomato is not the same. Let's talk about it behind closed doors. You said he was training, how did he come up with this new variety?"

"You ask me, how would I know? You have to ask him." Old Man Zheng said unhappily.

To be honest, the new variety of cherry tomatoes is not as important as pumpkin in Old Man Zheng’s heart because the yield is not as high as pumpkin.

However, Old Man Zheng also knows that a new variety represents not only the output of the new variety, but also a person's ability to produce other good varieties.

Many people at the Academy of Agricultural Sciences are deeply engaged in this area.

"That's why I'm looking for you!" Old Man Yang whispered a few words in Old Man Zheng's ear.

"How can this be possible?" Old Man Zheng's eyes widened. "How can this matter be brushed aside like this? And you still ask me for help!"

"You have to agree even if you don't want to." Old Man Yang slammed the table excitedly. "Just now I said that this kid wanted to quit, but you didn't believe me. Now I'm telling you clearly that this kid can't be beaten, he can only be coaxed. He is soft-hearted and not hard-hearted. He just wants to participate in the confrontation and gain military merit."

Old man Zheng thought about it and realized it was true.

Take the gun for example. When no one expected it, Zeng Wangcai developed a new type of automatic rifle. Now it has passed the verification and is being mass-produced at the Xishan Machinery Factory. But he disappeared when he had developed the rifle and everyone was eagerly looking at his other two secret weapons.

You say you are going to force him to do it, but he immediately makes another big move. With less than 200 acres of land, it is conservatively estimated that more than 400,000 kilograms of crops can be produced. The yield per mu of other people's land has dropped to the bottom, but he suddenly drops a big bomb and produces 5,000 kilograms per mu.

How do you force me?

This is a baby, a genius little baby, which side are you pushing him to?

And, do you know if there's anywhere else he might pop up?

"Then the two of us will take care of this for him?" Old Man Zheng said, "No, this is a good thing. Is this kid still planning to do something bad?"

"You're right, but he's not going crazy, is he?" Old Man Yang said with a wry smile, "He wants to build an experimental field in his hometown, where he can plant pumpkins and cherry tomatoes. This is your responsibility."

"This kid really doesn't want to let outsiders take advantage of him." Old man Zheng also smiled bitterly.

There is no need for anyone to explain the benefits of setting up experimental fields, and Old Man Zheng knows it best.

"I'll take care of it, it won't be a big problem!" Old Man Zheng stopped the task, "By the way, how are you going to reward him? It's a bit troublesome, right? His achievements are too frequent."

"That's right, I'm worried about that too!" Old Man Yang pulled his hair and said, "The second-class collective merit is inevitable, and Xie An will be awarded a third-class merit. As for Zeng Wangcai, he doesn't want any credit, he wants actual rewards. I haven't told the department about this yet, but the department means that the second-class individual merit must be given, otherwise it would be unreasonable for Xie An to have made a contribution."

The actual reward Zeng Wangcai wanted was the right to dispose of part of the harvest, including a portion of his personal crops.

Although it is a bit ironic, the actual situation is the same whether it is now or later. What is yours is not yours.

What Zeng Wangcai values ​​is this power. With this power, no matter how much stuff there is, some of the materials in the space can be taken out openly.

You only give me a pound of cherry tomatoes?

That’s enough, there’s plenty of space for tomatoes.

You only give 100 kilograms of soybeans?

That’s enough, the soybeans in the space can bury you.

This power is the real reason why Zeng Wangcai did so much, including using Zengzhuang as a test field.

Zeng Wangcai is gradually tearing open the gap between space and reality.

"A second-class collective merit, plus the third-class merit last time, someone among them has won merit twice in just half a year, right?" Old Man Zheng said with emotion, "Zeng Wangcai alone won two second-class merits, one second-class collective merit, and one third-class collective merit. Who can stand this kind of merit-winning method?"

"Then what should we do? Are we not going to reward him for his meritorious service?" Old Man Yang said righteously with a serious face, "I hate those who try to smooth things over the issue the most. He should be rewarded for his meritorious service. The more times he has done it, the more capable he is. To be honest, if he hadn't asked for it this time, his reward would have been much more than this."

Old man Zheng was silent.

There are standards for making meritorious contributions.

But Zeng Wangcai's situation is different this time. Soldiers make achievements not by military exploits, but by farming. This is worth talking about. However, the current moment is special, and achievements made by farming are even more dazzling.

Old Man Zheng remained silent not because of Zeng Wangcai's contribution, but because of the second son in his family.

"Old Yang, do you have any pumpkins left? Give me one." Old Zheng grabbed a few small tomatoes and put them in his pocket. "I'll take these back too."

"What?" Old Man Yang just asked, and suddenly understood his old friend's difficulties. "Well, you are in trouble too. There are a lot of pumpkins. It is still possible to bring back a few. I'll give you one."

"When you come home for dinner later, invite Lao Liu along." Old Man Zheng gritted his teeth and said, "I'm going to beat him to death today..."

The "he" he was talking about was Zheng Yilin.

Zheng Yilin took it upon himself to be transferred out of the first row. At that time, Old Man Yang told Old Man Zheng about it. Old Man Zheng knew his son's personality and knew that if no one was controlling him, once a decision was made and he didn't listen, something might go wrong. So for the sake of the overall situation, he agreed.

Originally, Old Man Zheng felt guilty about letting Zheng Yilin go to the first row, because this arrangement was against the principles after all.

"Old Zheng, the child is grown up now, it's not a good idea to beat him all the time." Old Man Yang advised, "Yilin grew up in a compound. You know what a compound is better than me. It's good enough that he has grown up like this."

Old Man Zheng made a major decision: "Old Yang, this is my fault. I've dragged you down. In fact, our second son doesn't have the ability to be a platoon leader, at least not yet. This time he comes back to rest and return to the team. You transfer him to the grassroots level and make him a soldier, an ordinary soldier. If he can grow, let him grow. If not... just let him stay like this for the rest of his life."

Old Man Yang sighed, he knew Old Man Zheng’s difficulties, he also had children and was a father, and every father would love his children, it was just that the methods were different.

Seeing his old friend back on the right track, Old Man Yang was extremely pleased and at the same time prepared to review himself to his superiors.

After going downstairs, Old Man Yang bought a pumpkin with his own money and asked the guard to give it to Old Man Zheng, then he left in a car.

After get off work, Old Man Zheng solemnly took the pumpkin weighing about 30 kilograms home.

As soon as he entered the door, Old Man Zheng saw Zheng Yilin sitting with his legs crossed, eating watermelon comfortably, looking nonchalant and not like a soldier at all.

He was immediately furious: "You bastard, you only know how to enjoy yourself as soon as you come back..."

Armed belts on the field!