There were three people in the office. Apart from Zeng Wangcai and Old Man Yang, Chen Hong never got a chance to speak.
Old man Yang lost his composure twice, and Chen Hong couldn't bear it any more. He tried to interrupt several times but failed, and his face turned red.
This was the result after Zeng Wangcai had laid the groundwork. If Zeng Wangcai had told the truth from the beginning, the two of them would probably have gone crazy by now.
"The first batch of 50,000 kilograms of pumpkins, and there are 100,000 kilograms to come?" This time, Old Man Yang didn't bother to pick up the cigarette butts. His calm demeanor disappeared and he stood up involuntarily. "What kind of pumpkins are you planting? These are the seeds of the Queen Mother, right? The pumpkin field that the Seven Fairies took care of for you?"
Zeng Wangcai was stunned and thought to himself that he didn't expect Old Man Yang to be so naughty and so good at making jokes.
"Zeng Wangcai, you are not allowed to lie." Chen Hong finally got the chance to speak, "How many acres of pumpkins did you plant to get so much harvest?"
"More than 30 acres, no more than 35 acres." Zeng Wangcai recalled, "We planted a total of 30 acres of crops each, so the total area is less than 200 acres."
"Oh my god, you're so bold." Chen Hong took a breath, "According to your calculation, one acre of land should produce 5,000 kilograms of pumpkin. What kind of pumpkin can produce such a high yield? Could it be a fairy seed?"
Materialism: Confucius does not talk about strange things.
People at the level of Old Man Yang and Chen Hong naturally know what they can say and what they cannot say, but the fact that they mentioned Queen Mother and immortal seeds shows that the output really surprised them.
However, Old Man Yang was more concerned about the other crops and said hurriedly, "I remember now. You said you showed me the seeds when you went to the seed station. The other four are sweet potatoes, potatoes, soybeans, and... tomatoes, right? How are the yields of these four?"
"As for the output..." Zeng Wangcai said anxiously, "I told you, you have to keep your word."
"Damn it, why are you so slow?" Old Man Yang was mad. He was itching to get it right. "Just tell me now, don't waste your time.
"I will keep my promise to you. One spit will lead to another."
Zeng Wangcai and Chen Hong were sweating profusely at the same time.
"The sweet potatoes are being dug, but because we don't have enough manpower, we're only digging a little bit." Zeng Wangcai repeated Xie An's judgment, "Based on the current situation, the sweet potato yield will not be low, it should be about the same as pumpkin. As for potatoes, we haven't started yet... In short, we probably... conservatively estimate, oh no, just estimate..."
"Hurry up and tell me!" Old Man Yang and Chen Hong went crazy at the same time.
"I say, I say, let go!" Zeng Wangcai said honestly, "The total output is estimated to be 370,000 kilograms."
Thump thump thump!
Thump which thump thump thump!
Chen Hong stumbled backward!
Snap!
Old man Yang sat back down, his pupils dilated, and he muttered: "370,000 jin, 370,000 jin, my God, what kind of soldier are you, you have this ability, what kind of soldier are you, why don't you go and farm for me..."
Zeng Wangcai was shocked. He was afraid of this. The tomato yield had not yet been determined, but the result was already like this. What would happen if it was determined?
"Grandpa, Grandpa!" Zeng Wangcai lay on Old Man Yang's desk and said miserably, "We have an agreement. You said it yourself. We will take part in the confrontation later."
"Get lost! I don't have time to deal with you now, we'll talk later!" Old man Yang slammed the table and stood up again, shouting, "Chen Hong!"
"Here!" Chen Hong stood at attention.
He knew that Old Man Yang was about to give an order.
Sure enough, Old Man Yang ordered murderously: "Order, 208th Regiment to assemble, and then...order your division's reconnaissance battalion to assemble and prepare to harvest the crops for me."
Well, one regiment is not enough for him, so add another battalion.
Zeng Wangcai was startled again and quickly stopped him: "Don't worry, don't worry. I have asked the base to load the truck and set off. They can deliver 10,000 kilograms of pumpkins tonight at the earliest. You are in such a hurry that you don't have enough tools, right? Although our place is big, there are few people living in it. If there are more people, we have to plan for rest at night..."
"What the hell are you doing taking a break for?" Old man Yang was still furious. "If we don't harvest so many crops quickly, what will happen if it rains and they rot in the fields? The crops are ripe, and you're just reporting now. Fortunately, nothing happened, otherwise you and I would be sinners..."
Ah this......
To be honest, Zeng Wangcai has not experienced it and cannot fully understand the older generation’s reverence for food.
He saw that Old Man Yang was anxious, and Chen Hong was the same. Suddenly, the scene of Tony Leung eating in "The Chess King" emerged in his mind, and he felt a strong sense of substitution and resonance.
"Commander, I was in training before, so I don't know the situation over there." Zeng Wangcai explained gently, and then said, "Everyone calm down. Pumpkins are easy to deal with, but we can't just dig with our hands to harvest sweet potatoes and potatoes. Let's collect the tools first, which will take half a day. It won't be too late to give the order to set off when you see the pumpkins in the evening."
He admired the soldiers' spirit of hard work and dedication, but hated seeing them endure hardship without any effort.
Although they have the conditions to suffer less, they stupidly insist on suffering for some unfounded reasons. Just like in the 1976 earthquake, the soldiers used shovels to rescue people, and when a major earthquake occurred more than 30 years later, they still used shovels.
Old Man Yang calmed down, agreed with Zeng Wangcai's statement, and changed the order, asking Chen Hong to do as Zeng Wangcai said, and try every means to collect tools and equip the 208th Regiment as much as possible.
So, the heroic group that had just returned was suddenly excited. In addition to bedding, everyone was distributed tools such as shovels and spades.
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