Chapter 223: Visitors from the Academy of Agricultural Sciences

Hearing Song Wei's words, the captain and the people around him were immediately filled with indignation.

"Bah, what a piece of shit!"

Some people even secretly kicked those people hard.

When the police arrived, they were also shocked to see the person lying on the ground.

"Who hit him?"

"Here, here." The young people who followed the captain raised their hands.

The captain stepped forward quickly and said, "Public security comrades, if you have anything you need to know, please go to him."

He pulled Lin Zhen over.

The police officer was a little puzzled: "You guys fought? But you don't look like you've beaten anyone. No one is injured?"

Two sides were fighting, and there were so many people with weapons on the other side, but only one side was knocked down, while the other side was unharmed?

"Yes, I am injured. I was hit on my arm and it still hurts now."

The person who spoke was Jiang Xiaowan's father, who was almost fifty years old, but his hair looked quite white.

Public Security Comrade: …………

In the end, those people on the ground were taken away, and Lin Zhen and others were released after they finished taking their statements.

I have to go back and buy New Year’s goods.

Pulling a cart full of New Year's goods, after all, it was not only Song Wei who had a list, but everyone else did too.

We’ll divide it after we get back.

As soon as the tractor arrived at the entrance of the village, it was greeted with enthusiastic onlookers from the villagers.

"How's the captain?"

"They're all sold out! Hahaha..."

"Okay, okay, why are there so many New Year's goods?"

"Mine, mine. Song Zhiqing brought it to me."

"I have mine too. I want white sugar and red paper couplets."

The captain quickly rebuked them: "Don't push, don't push, come one by one!"

The party lasted until very late, and Song Wei and the others finally had a break.

This day is tiring.

But some people were very excited and took advantage of the crowd to artistically describe their heroic battle with the thieves for three hundred rounds.

"We were even praised by our police comrades."

It caused a group of people to be amazed.

After returning to the Youth League Home, Song Wei packed up, took a shower and washed her face, then fell asleep.

After a sweet sleep, I woke up refreshed the next day.

The brigade's gong sounded again.

While other teams were hibernating, the members of Ping'an Team got up wearing big cotton-padded jackets, yawning and rubbing their eyes, and left their homes one by one with their vegetable baskets, heading to the vegetable greenhouses to start picking fresh vegetables.

With strength in numbers, we soon picked a tractor full of vegetables.

Song Wei didn't go with them today, and stayed at home to chat with the aunts.

"Song Zhiqing, there's someone coming to the village entrance. Let's go and take a look. It's a car!"

Cars were not something you could see in their small town, and even in the city, only the mayor had one.

Hearing this, the aunts and ladies immediately became alert and ran towards the village entrance.

The black car was parked at the wheat field. Many people surrounded it but did not dare to approach.

Song Wei squeezed in and saw five well-dressed people standing by the car, two middle-aged men, an old man, and two young men.

One of the middle-aged men should be the driver.

They were received by the team leader's eldest son Jiang Wenyong, the village chief, and several respected elders in the team.

But it was obvious to the naked eye that they were a little restrained in their speech.

"Excuse me, is Comrade Song Wei in your team?"

"Here, here, Song Wei is here."

Song Wei didn't even need to step forward himself, the ladies next to him responded very actively, and their proud expressions made one think they were looking for him if one didn't know.

Song Wei: …………

When she walked over, Jiang Wenyong and the others breathed a sigh of relief.

These honest country folk really don't know how to deal with these people.

"Hello, Comrade Song. We are sent by higher-ups to observe your brigade's vegetable greenhouse. This is Professor Ren from the Academy of Agricultural Sciences."

The middle-aged man standing next to the old man shook hands with Song Wei lightly and introduced himself.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Song Wei understood. It must be related to the old man in the Friendship Hotel.

She immediately put on a big smile: "Comrade, have you eaten yet? How about sitting down and having a meal and some tea first?"

Song Wei couldn't cook, so she was naturally taken to the captain's house.

Unfortunately, most of the people who are in charge of the team are now selling vegetables.

However, Song Wei was not silent either. He asked someone to invite several recorders who were responsible for recording the conditions in the vegetable greenhouse.

"Aunt, I'm sorry to trouble you to prepare the meal."

Aunt Xinghua: "Hey, that's no trouble, this is what I should do. Now that your uncle Lei is not here, please take care of it. I dare not talk to those people."

Although she was usually enthusiastic and carefree, the other person looked like he was from a big city and seemed to be an official of some kind, so she didn't dare to get close to him.

Song Wei didn't let them sit there in vain. She chatted with the recorders about the vegetable greenhouses that interested them.

"It's not difficult to build a vegetable greenhouse. I believe you can do better after listening to the principles, but I still want to use this technology to ask for one thing."

"This is work for the country, why do you want to repay the favor? Besides, this is not difficult at all."

A female assistant frowned and muttered softly after hearing this.

The atmosphere suddenly froze.

"Shut up!"

The oldest of the group scolded.

Then he said to Song Wei: "Of course, tell me your request first."

Song Wei glanced at the girl who looked unconvinced but didn't dare to speak.

Song Wei herself was not affected by those words.

"There is a piece of sandy land in our village. The crops grown on that sandy land do not produce good results and often wither. However, we have to spend a lot of manpower to grow crops there. I think this is a bit too wasteful, so I want to apply to use that piece of sandy land to grow watermelons."

The old man nodded and said, "Sand land is indeed more suitable for growing watermelons. How about this, after we look at the vegetable greenhouse, we will go to the sand land you mentioned to investigate. If it is really suitable, I will report it to the local government."

This is not a difficult task. Song Wei's request was beyond his expectations, but this request was indeed good as it could satisfy both parties and relieve their psychological burden.

As for the argument that one cannot expect any reward for contributing to the country, the old man has lived to this day and sees everything clearly. If there is really no reward, that would be really chilling. Those who truly care about the country and make contributions should be treated even better.

Aunt Xinghua specially cooks dishes with vegetables from the greenhouse. At the dinner table, except for two assistants, a man and a woman, who were a little arrogant, everyone else was good.

"Yes, the taste of this vegetable is not much different from those grown in season."

Bai Yunjiao: "But the growth of vegetables is somewhat different. We have to lay a thick layer of straw on the greenhouse to keep the plants warm, but the sunlight is not sufficient after laying the straw. The vegetables in the greenhouse are thinner than those in season, and some of the leaves are yellow and lighter in color."

The old man didn't disturb her and just listened to the little girl talking.

Bai Yunjiao really invested a lot of money in this job. Not only did she keep records every day, she also looked up many books related to agriculture.

It makes sense to talk about it now.