Siheyuan Great Craftsmen

In the previous life, the entire wind-raising stage lasted from 1958 to 1962, but now, perhaps because of the emergence of the research institute, this stage has changed.

I just don't know how many years this time might be?

The more Zhou Tian thought about it, the heavier his heart felt. In fact, many experts and scholars in his previous life had discovered through research that the reason why the famine was so severe during the three years of the great disaster was partly due to debt repayment, but the wind also played a big part in it.

Just like in the past, when rural areas were paying public grain, many cadres falsely reported production and exaggerated the yield per mu. The remaining grain after the payment was made was not enough to support the people until the next autumn harvest, which led to the continued worsening of the disaster. That was why people starved to death in those three years.

Although the emergence of the research institute and the existence of Zhou Tian in this era delayed the wind by two years, and the country made new adjustments in its grain layout, he was not sure how much impact this change would have on other places.

It would be fine if some grassroots cadres could implement what was broadcast last year, but I am afraid.

Thinking of the task assigned to their research institute by his superiors, he couldn't help but shudder, and his face turned slightly pale.

After returning to the research institute, Zhou Tian did not let Zhang Mingzhi leave. Instead, he sent Liu Yuan to gather several other vice presidents and hold an emergency meeting.

Although he didn't like meetings very much, this incident sounded a wake-up call for him, especially the fact that the higher-ups were bypassing the leadership and directly issuing tasks to the research institute, which made him feel vaguely uneasy.

After everyone gathered, Zhou Tiancai signaled Zhang Mingzhi to tell everyone everything that had just happened.

After listening to this, several people looked indignant. You know, the research institute has always been directly under the Imperial Palace, but the higher-ups actually bypassed the leadership and issued such an unrealistic production task to the institute. It was obvious that the higher-ups wanted to interfere with the institute.

However, no matter how indignant they were, this was the decision made from above and they could do nothing about it.

For a moment, the expressions of several people were deeply solemn, especially Song Weiguo. After so many years of training, it can be said that his wisdom in politics has gradually been revealed, and a strong sense of crisis has risen in his heart.

He knew that even though the institute was developing in full swing, the focus of the entire institute was still on the dean. If the higher-ups really intervened in the institute now, then things would change dramatically.

"Dean, what do you say we should do? We will all listen to you!"

Perhaps seeing that the atmosphere could not continue to be so silent, Song Weiguo raised his head and looked at the dean.

"Yes, Dean, tell me, what do you think we should do?"

After hearing Song Weiguo's words, the others also echoed that they had no other choice now and could only rely on the dean.

Facing everyone's eager gazes, Zhou Tian suddenly felt the pressure in his heart grow immensely. He really didn't know how to deal with this matter. If the leader could withstand the pressure, then everything would be fine. But if the leader couldn't withstand the pressure, then things would be serious.

Especially since this matter is fundamentally not something he can control. Although he seems to be a ministerial-level leader, his power is ultimately limited to the research institute and several subordinate factories. His influence on the upper levels is insignificant. What can he do?

After thinking about it, Zhou Tian could only helplessly repeat the leader's original words, and finally encouraged a few people, "Don't worry, the leader has said hello to the higher-ups, and I believe this matter will soon turn around. As the saying goes, if the sky falls, there will be tall people to hold it up. We just need to do our own thing!"

In the end, none of them could come to any conclusion and could only go their separate ways. However, everyone felt as if a heavy stone was pressing on their heart, making it hard to breathe.

In the blink of an eye, half a year has passed.

Perhaps the leader's words worked, and the superiors no longer interfered with the institute's production tasks, allowing the institute to proceed with its normal production tasks.

But Zhou Tian always had a hidden worry in his heart, especially as newspapers and radio began to report on the bumper grain harvests across the country, this hidden worry became more and more serious.

He didn't know how such a situation could be allowed to happen. Even if he didn't understand agriculture, there was a farm under the institute and he naturally knew the situation on the farm.

Even with the deep well machines and water level detectors from the agricultural machinery factory, this year's grain output has only barely reached the level of previous years. Remember, this is when the farm grows high-yield rice, high-yield wheat and corn.

And this is not even the average per-acre yield reported in the newspaper. From this, we can imagine how serious the situation in rural areas is.

The more he thought about it, the more anxious he became, so Zhou Tian took Liu Yuan directly to Zhoujia Village.

When the car arrived at the village committee of Zhoujia Village, he felt something was wrong. Normally, there were people on duty here, but today, there was no one here.

"Xiao Liu, let's go to Uncle Nine's house again!"

Zhou Tian immediately got in the car again and went to Uncle Jiu's house. But as soon as he entered, he saw Uncle Jiu lying on the bed with a sallow face, obviously sick.

"Uncle Nine, what's wrong with you?"

Zhou Tian looked at Uncle Jiu's appearance and immediately walked forward and asked with concern.

"Oh my God, it's you, come and sit down, come and sit down!"

Uncle Jiu, who was lying on the bed, heard a familiar voice, opened his eyes and saw that it was Zhou Tian. He wanted to get up, but was stopped by Zhou Tian.

"Uncle Jiu, what happened? Why was there no one at the village committee when I went there?"

Zhou Tian helped Uncle Jiu lie down, but still couldn't help asking curiously.

"Oh, what a sin! Xiaotian, you don't know that people from the commune have been coming to our Zhoujia Village frequently these days. Especially after knowing that our Zhoujia Village has such a high grain output, they are all very excited. Some time ago, right after we harvested the grain, the commune couldn't wait to take the grain away. Originally, starting from last year, we only needed to pay one-sixth of the grain, but who knew that this year the commune directly raised the grain rate back to one-third!"

At this point, Uncle Jiu couldn't help coughing a few times. Zhou Tian hurriedly fed Uncle Jiu a sip of water. Uncle Jiu waved his hand and continued, "It would be fine if it was like this, but who knew that the leaders of the commune said that the grain output of our Zhoujia Village should be higher than that of other places, and we should strive to be a model village, so they forcibly collected one-sixth of the grain. How can I agree to this!"

“So I turned the table over with the commune leaders!”

After saying this, Uncle Jiu's eyes were filled with anger.

"In the end, the commune leaders withdrew from my village, and the rest of the village cadres quit, so when you went to the village committee, there was no one there!"