(Patch is here! The dog-headed author seems to have missed a zero when looking up information. The radish yield per mu in the 1970s should be around 3,000 kilograms. Ahem, the author never peeks at the screen, so this is something the author found out himself!!! Trust me!!)
Beijing at the end of August.
Steam rising.
Several men carrying briefcases walked towards the vegetable market while unbuttoning their clothes. They all had sullen faces and got into jeeps parked in a secluded corner of the street.
The car had only driven a short distance when the man in blue cloth clothes, who had never smiled the entire time, dropped a word.
"The shortage of vegetables during the off-season is significantly more serious than last year."
The man in a shirt sitting next to him had his brows furrowed like ravines. Thinking of the long queue of people buying groceries he had just seen at the store entrance and the small amount of stock in the store, he felt extremely annoyed.
"What's the response from the underwriting side?"
"Hehehe, they said they've tried their best, but there aren't enough greenhouses, and they can't produce that many vegetables in the off-season."
"Greenhouses, greenhouses!" The man in blue rubbed his brow. "The greenhouse films provided to them by the factories have always been like a bottomless pit, but during the off-season..."
The two chatted along the way and finally came up with a solution that was not a solution, which was to ask the underwriting department to provide as many carrots as possible.
That thing has a high yield per mu and can be eaten in many ways.
"I think we can immediately organize manufacturers to produce a large number of jars for pickling vegetables, using fewer industrial stamps or subsidizing them, and get them on the market as soon as possible."
"That's an idea. I'll write a report as soon as I get back and transfer some more salt and pepper to Beijing."
"Hahahaha, if ordinary people knew what we are discussing now, I'm afraid they would give us a historical term suffix - pickled party, hahahahahaha."
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"What did you say? There aren't even enough carrots!"
The questioning into the microphone in the office could be heard clearly across the corridor.
The staff passing by in the corridor immediately lowered their footsteps.
"Why are you telling me to expand radish planting next year?! Right now, I want vegetables that can be brought into Beijing!!!"
The sound of the phone being hung up suddenly startled everyone in the corridor, and everyone's footsteps became more hurried.
The call was soon made again to another unit.
"Hey, have you guys figured out how much vegetables you can ship to Beijing?"
"I know fresh vegetables won't make it to Beijing, so I'm just asking if radish will be okay."
"Who asked about the autumn radishes you planted in July? I was asking about the summer radishes! What? That's all there is left?"
"That's a lot? Do you know how many people there are in the capital? Eight million~!"
In another office, a phone call had been going on for over an hour and hadn't finished yet.
"Please, superiors, please give us some slack so we can get through this month or so. We will definitely abide by the underwriting system, but the shortage of vegetables during the off-season is simply too great..."
"Yes, the underwriting department and the farms are planning to adjust the supply varieties, but that will happen next year."
"Isn't this something that hasn't been considered in the production plans of various places? Given the consumption of our people in the capital, it will be difficult to survive this period unless we seek large-scale assistance from other places... I know we can't do that..."
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“It cannot be sent for the time being.”
Editor-in-Chief Wei rubbed his brows and said this.
"Even if it's put on the sub-page of the people's livelihood section, it won't work."
The editors sitting opposite him looked at each other, and some seemed a little unwilling.
"But the problem has indeed emerged. After our visits these days, we found that it takes too much time and energy for each household to prepare food."
Editor-in-Chief Wei nodded.
"That's true, but we have to consider the overall situation. It's easy for our newspaper to just speak out, but have you considered the reactions of other cities and counties?"
"They will definitely tighten their belts and ship the few vegetables they have to Beijing."
"So, do you still think you should publish this article?"
Several editors lost their spirit in an instant, they were not that shameless.
"Come on, when you get off work, go to the logistics department and get a radish for everyone to make soup."
Editor-in-Chief Wei began to chase people out.
Someone asked curiously, "Where did our newspaper get the radishes?"
Editor-in-Chief Wei waved his hand impatiently: "This is a sack that Lao Gan from Guanghui Daily gave me. Go quickly, or you'll lose all the radish seedlings if you're late."
Several people immediately left quickly.
Old Wei sighed, and then became a little worried again.
He thought of what Lao Gan had talked to him about when he passed by their Beijing Daily office that morning.
Lao Gan’s radishes come from a farm in Northeast China.
This was sent by Lao Gan’s old colleague in order to put a small piece of news in a corner of Guanghui Daily.
It seems to be news about some educated youth labor competition.
The reason why Lao Gan gave himself a sack of radishes was that he needed the Beijing Daily for something.
Lao Gan also brought seven or eight recipes on how to cook radishes and four or five medical science articles about the benefits of eating radishes in late summer.
These niche texts cannot be published in the "Glorious Daily", but they are just right for their Beijing Daily.
Lao Wei is not a fool. Of course he guessed that there was a higher meaning behind Lao Gan's actions.
With so many manuscripts, he needed to send them out in the newspaper one after another without making any noise.
Moreover, he couldn't let the people in the capital realize that he was tricking them into buying more radishes, which puzzled Editor-in-Chief Wei.
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