Secretary Hao coughed, looked at Zhou Zhigang, and then said, "The last document instructed us to increase the yield of rice by 50 jin per mu."
Upon hearing this, the faces of the group of captains grew even more grim.
This food is their lifeblood.
Guangdong Province is truly not short of water, as it is located by the sea and has abundant moisture.
While other areas are experiencing drought, Guangdong province is only slightly affected.
There is no such thing as a complete drought.
But the yield per acre of rice is right there.
Before hybrid rice was developed, it was really difficult to assess the yield per mu (unit of land area).
They already had to hand over a considerable amount of grain, and every year they also had to consider selling some of their rice to the grain depot in exchange for some money.
The grain depot didn't want sweet potatoes or similar items.
They didn't know if other places needed them, but the grain depot of Baishi Commune certainly didn't want sweet potatoes and potatoes.
Even if you buy sweet potatoes and potatoes, the price isn't high.
This means they'll have to give them an extra fifty pounds, and everyone's hearts are sinking.
Gu Yunyang noticed Hao Jianshe's tone, which was probably a praising-before-the-suppressing tactic.
Sure enough, Hao Jianshe glanced at everyone's expressions and was taken aback when he saw Gu Yunyang's calm demeanor.
I don't know if Gu Yunyang didn't care, or if he guessed what I was going to say.
Thinking back to the last time it was Gu Yunyang who gave him the idea, Hao Jianshe guessed that Gu Yunyang had probably guessed it.
He thought of Gu Yunyang's talent; recently, the Youth Daily had even published articles by Gu Yunyang.
Can't I do it too?
"don’t worry."
Hao Jianshe laughed and said, "Didn't we come up with a few ideas at our last meeting? I went to the city and Guangzhou a few days ago and gave a report."
The higher authorities have decided to adopt our suggestion, allowing a reduction of 30 jin per mu.
"ah?"
"Only thirty pounds."
"I thought they would waive all the fees."
The group of captains thought that since they had been given a suggestion, they would be exempted from the task.
Hao Jianshe was speechless: "What are you thinking? When one place is in trouble, help comes from all sides. Isn't that normal?"
We are all the backbone of socialism. How can we turn a blind eye to the troubles of our compatriots?
Therefore, although the quantity of 30 jin can be reduced, it needs to be replaced with twice the amount of dried sweet potatoes or sweet potato noodles.
As long as we don't give out refined grains, we can have sweet potatoes and the like, everyone will have leftovers.
My inner resistance has decreased a lot.
However, even though they don't usually like to eat sweet potatoes.
That's because they've eaten too much and gotten tired of it.
However, when it came to actually asking them to hand over the sweet potatoes, they felt bad.
It's all grain, no matter how much.
With the drought this year, it's hard to say whether it will be the same next year.
What if the drought worsens next year and affects the grain production in Guangdong Province?
Anyone with a clear plan in mind is already quietly planning to stockpile more food.
Even the dried fruit that Gu Yunyang had previously suggested, after returning this time, the captains of each brigade ordered their members to pick all the fruit that they didn't want before, intending to dry it.
Whether as a snack or a meal, it can at least satisfy hunger.
Hao Jianshe said earnestly, "Don't complain, everyone. Natural disasters and man-made calamities are things we can't resist."
Our compatriots are suffering, so let's all tighten our belts and lend a helping hand if we can.
"But, Secretary Hao, we were already short of food. And this year we suffered from a disaster."
"Yes, Secretary Hao, you really should consider this."
Several battalion commanders were also complaining.
Whether it's useful or not, I'll complain a bit first.
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