Chapter 249: Corn Yield of 70 Jin per Mu
In this era when the per capita income is only 400 yuan, 200,000 yuan in cash is definitely not a small sum.
Lin Sanqi scratched his head and sang in a high tone:
"That's right. After all, our people's hospitals serve the people, not pursue profit. They're not like foreign capitalist hospitals, or those private clinics before liberation, which only care about money."
Dean Shen laughed out loud when he heard this: "You little brat, you've even scolded your father."
Lin Sanqi said in a fake tone:
"Yes, I heard that when my father was treating patients, patients would pay him in small yellow croakers. Sometimes, in order to save some wealthy businessmen and officials, he would give them boxes of silver dollars. That's why we can live in a small Western-style house and drive a car. All of this was obtained by exploiting the working people."
Dean Shen suddenly slapped Lin Sanqi on the head:
"You idiot! Where did you hear all this nonsense? Your father only charges the rich. He only charges the poor the cost, sometimes not a cent at all. He makes money from his medical skills, so what's wrong with that?"
How could he raise someone like you who can't tell right from wrong and is so heartless and ruthless? You even hate your own father? Are you going to report your father and betray him one day? Do you believe I will kick you to death!
Lin Sanqi dodged to the side and retorted:
"Hey, Comrade Shen Guoming, your thinking is wrong. Comrade Lao Ma's "Theory of Wealth" is quite interesting..."
Dean Shen looked at Lin Sanqi with disdain and cursed:
"Comrade Lao Ma, is he teaching you young people to lose sight of right and wrong, disregard ethics, and disregard family affection?"
The old man was so excited that he ran up and kicked Lin Sanqi a few more times in anger.
The Chinese medicine hospital staff working in the farmland looked over here in surprise and began to whisper to each other.
Pan Ye also saw her boyfriend being kicked by the dean from a distance. Just as she was about to run over to "stop the fight", she was stopped by Mr. Shi Jinmo:
"No need to go over there. They're just joking around. Didn't you see Lin Sanqi's playful smile?"
Pan Ye took a look and realized it was true: "Hey, this guy, I don't know how he made Dean Shen unhappy again, he is really a troublesome guy."
After hearing what Dean Shen said, Lin Sanqi could already imagine the old man's tragic fate in the future, so he shamelessly joked:
“Comrade Shen Guoming, you are such an upright and lovely old man. If you have the chance in the future, come run away with me. I will open a Chinese medicine hospital for you in Xiangjiang, and you will continue to be the dean.”
Dean Shen rolled his eyes. "I'm leaving my job as the director of Capital Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital to be the director of a small clinic for you? Am I sick, or are you?"
Lin Sanqi suddenly burst into laughter: "Yeah, they're all fucking sick. They don't want to live a good life and just like to make trouble!"
In the distance, Vice President Ji was stamping his feet anxiously:
"Hey, are you two done yet? We're still waiting for a meeting here, and I've been so worried I couldn't sleep all night, and you two are still in the mood to joke around?"
Dean Shen glared at Lin Sanqi and quickened his pace to run towards the center of the field.
"Sorry, sorry, the director of the Digital Hospital just came over. These people are..."
Vice President Ji quickly introduced:
"These people are all neighbors of our Chinese Medicine Hospital Farm. This is Village Chief Li from Taiping Village, this is Village Chief Huang from Wanlu Village to the south, and this is Village Chief Qian from Huyu Village to the east. I've hired them all to serve as our advisors."
Dean Shen shook hands warmly with several village heads, and then asked anxiously:
"Village leaders, what do you think? What's the best crop to grow on this piece of land on our farm for the highest yield? Is it too late to plant spring wheat now?"
For southerners like Dean Shen, the staple food is flour or rice, and the rest are coarse grains.
Several old village heads are good at farming. They are also local people from the Ming Tombs and have a better understanding of the local soil conditions and climate environment. This advantage is unmatched even by experts from the Academy of Agricultural Sciences.
So, Vice President Ji invited me to be his advisor. It just so happened that President Shen came today, so we had a meeting together.
Village Chief Li shook his head when he heard Dean Shen's question:
"Spring wheat can be grown in the north, but it's probably difficult in the Ming Tombs, especially on the land of your hospital. Look, the soil is only 20 centimeters thick on average, and it's not fertile enough."
The best soil for growing spring wheat is Luxian soil or arid birch forest soil. The soil must be fertile, well-drained, and have a soil layer thickness of more than 40 centimeters. There must not be continuous drought or excessive rainfall. The requirements are very high.
"Given the current situation this year, not only is the soil fertility low, but the weather is also very bad. There's been no snow all winter, and no spring rain yet. I'm afraid this will be another disaster year, and wheat planting will be a disaster. It won't be successful."
Everyone looked up at the sky. It was a very blue and beautiful sky, which made people shake their heads.
Now people all over the country are looking forward to thick clouds and rain. They have had enough of the blue sky.
Dean Shen was so disappointed when he heard that wheat couldn't be grown that he asked anxiously:
"If we can't grow wheat, what should we do? What other crops will yield the highest yield?"
Village Chief Huang of Wanlu Village chuckled:
"Dean Shen, don't underestimate the Ming Tombs, as they are considered royal gardens and auspicious places. In fact, our soil quality is very average. Our highest yield is usually corn. In previous years, we could harvest 150 to 180 kilograms per acre, but last year we only harvested 70 kilograms per acre."
Lin Sanqi narrowed his eyes:
"That's not right. I remember the national situation was very good a few years ago, with per-acre yields exceeding the average level of developed countries. How come it's only 70 kilograms in the Ming Tombs? Are you underreporting your production to reduce your grain tax?"
Dean Shen raised his foot and kicked Lin Sanqi on the butt: "Get out!"
Lin Sanqi staggered after being kicked and said aggrievedly, "Dean, I didn't say that."
Dean Shen raised his foot and threatened: "Say it again? Why does a good young man have such a big mouth?"
The three old village chiefs were also at a loss whether to laugh or cry:
"Section Chief Lin, we are all honest people. We will report the amount that the country owes us. We will definitely not conceal or underreport!"
One acre of land can only yield 70 kilograms of corn. As a time traveler, Lin Sanqi just couldn't believe it.
Not to mention 70 kilograms per mu, even 170 kilograms is too little. How many people can it feed?
He looked up information on the computer and found that the average corn yield per mu in the Peking area in 2013 should be around 500 to 800 kilograms.
If you go a little further south, for example, in the Huanghuaihai region, the land is fertile and the corn yield is generally around 1,000 kilograms per mu, which is equivalent to one ton.
The highest record for corn is in the United States, a variety of NCYC company, with an average yield of 2,641 kilograms per acre.
As a result, the corn yield in Shisanling Town is only 70 kilograms per mu. This number not only makes Lin Sanqi frown, but also makes Dean Shen and Vice Dean Ji fall into great shock.
Because this output will seriously disrupt the subsequent plans of the Chinese Medicine Hospital Farm.
The farm of the Chinese Medicine Hospital now covers 2,000 acres, half of which is mountainous land and half is arable land. If the yield per acre is only 70 kilograms, even if all 1,000 acres of land are planted, only 70,000 kilograms of corn can be harvested.
It sounds like a lot, but it's shocking when you convert it to 35 tons.
By then, let alone grinding the corn cobs into powder, even if the corn stalks, corn leaves, and corn roots were all ground into powder, the output would not exceed 100 tons at most.
This is not even as much as Lin Sanqi's black market transaction. He would easily sell 200 tons.
Dean Shen couldn't accept it and asked anxiously:
"Why is the yield so low? I need 3 or 4 kilograms of seeds per mu of land. If the yield is only this low, this farm won't be able to solve the food supply problem for our unit."
The head of Huyu Village, Qian, smiled innocently and explained slowly:
"The yields aren't increasing, and it's all because of this terrible weather. Without rain, there's no water. Even the Ming Tombs Reservoir is almost dry. How can crops grow well? If the weather was good, how could we not even have enough to eat?"
This silenced everyone.
Yes, if there hadn't been this natural disaster, why would these intellectuals from the Chinese Hospital who wield pens have to run to Changping to hold hoes?
There is a data that shows that grain production in 1960 was more than 26% less than that in 1957, which is a significant decline, while the population is still growing rapidly.
Add to that the polar bear that was making trouble for the lion and added insult to injury, and the food shortage became enormous.
Village Chief Li also said:
"You workers still have wages and food coupons to receive. The state prioritizes you, the working class, for food. But what about us farmers? After paying our grain tax, the remaining food is simply not enough to eat. If you don't believe me, just look at the mountains full of people digging for wild vegetables."
Lin Sanqi then put his hands over his eyes and looked into the distance. Sure enough, there was a faint figure swaying on the distant mountain, so he quickly reminded:
"Dean Shen, quickly find someone to tell the villagers not to dig up all the wild vegetables from the mountain land that belongs to our farm. Oh, is that person peeling our tree bark?"
Several village heads were a little embarrassed after hearing this, and Lin Sanqi was glared at by Dean Shen again.
Village Chief Huang sighed heavily when he saw this scene:
"Leaders, please don't chase our villagers away! They are truly hungry. Now is the lean season. If they don't even have wild vegetables to eat, the people won't be able to survive."
Dean Shen and Vice Dean Ji repeatedly appeased:
"It's okay, it's okay. Go ahead and dig. No matter how difficult it is for us, we won't have to compete with the villagers for wild vegetables."
The main reason why the two directors felt confident was that there was so much food in the warehouse. If there was no food, if the villagers dared to come to the farm of the Chinese Medicine Hospital to dig wild vegetables, they would be chased all over the mountains by the security department.
Vice President Ji also humbly asked for advice: "My fellow brothers, you are all experts in farming, do you have any ideas for increasing yields?"
The three old village chiefs shook their heads at the same time:
Village Chief Li said, "There's nothing we can do. Even with ample water, the yield of corn per acre is only around 150 kilograms. This has been the case for generations."
Lin Sanqi thought that the output was no different from that during the Qing Dynasty. It seemed that modern agricultural technology had not yet been widely promoted.
Chief Qian of Huyu Village suddenly remembered:
"I've read in the newspapers that there's a new type of fertilizer out there. It's said that using it can increase yields several times over. The newspapers say that those yields of tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of kilograms per mu are all thanks to the fertilizer."
"fertilizer?"
Dean Shen's eyes lit up when he heard this. "I've heard of this too. I'll go and ask around."
Vice President Ji poured cold water on this:
"Don't ask. I've already checked with the supply and marketing cooperative. Fertilizer is a key nationally controlled commodity. It's ridiculously expensive, and there's no market for it. Even if you have money, you can't buy it. We have this little money left in the hospital. We might as well buy ginseng."
Dean Shen blinked, and upon hearing the emphasis on the word "ginseng", he looked at Lin Sanqi thoughtfully...
At this time, the village chief Huang of Wanlu Village also actively offered suggestions:
"If you don't have chemical fertilizers, you can leverage the strengths of your city units. For example, you could buy up all the septic tanks at your hospital or the surrounding residential areas, and then transport them to the farm. That's natural fertilizer, precious stuff, something we can't even dream of."
Lin Sanqi looked over with a foolish yet clear gaze: "You're talking about shit and urine? This thing is a treasure?"
Village Chief Huang felt in his pocket, pulled out a small clip, and took out a piece of paper from it:
"Head, Chief Lin, let me show you this. This is a manure ticket. With this ticket, we in Wanlu Village can go to Changping City to haul manure. Without this ticket, manure trucks are not allowed to enter the city. I even gave away several kilograms of corn to get this manure ticket."
Lin Sanqi took it and looked at it. The piece of paper was about the same size as a grain ticket. It had the words "Fen Ticket" written in large letters on it, and there were several rows of smaller words next to it:
"Five dan per ticket", "Manure is collected monthly, after one month it will be invalid", "Bring the ticket when collecting manure, tear it up and it will be invalid".
Lin Sanqi thought that the world was really full of strange things. Even feces required a ticket, and they had to be robbed?
Vice President Ji smacked his lips and said worriedly:
"We have ways to get manure, but it's transported dozens of kilometers from the city. How many trucks would it take to transport this 1,000 mu of land? We can't even afford the gas alone."
There is a shortage of feces in the country now, let alone gasoline?
Haven’t you seen buses and trucks on the streets all running on coal or firewood? It’s because of the shortage of gasoline, so the price is so high.
Dean Shen stopped him and said, "There's no rush for fertilizer..."
The author is in Chengdu greeting everyone. I am busy visiting and socializing every day, so I don't have time to reply to everyone in the comment section. Sorry. Also, I will only write one chapter for the next few days.
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