An hour later, the green military vehicle stopped by the roadside.
In the farmland by the roadside, villagers were working on the dry land. The paddy fields not far away had already been planted with seedlings. The breeze blew over, and the whole area was green.
Seeing a military vehicle parked on the side of the road and several soldiers in military uniforms walking towards them, the villagers stopped their work and looked over curiously.
"Hey, why are these soldiers coming to our village?"
“I don’t know!”
When the four young soldiers approached, a brave villager asked, "Little soldiers, what are you doing in our village? Is there something wrong? Do you need me to call the village party secretary or party secretary for you?"
Zhang Ming, a young soldier in the logistics department, looked at the aunt who was asking the question and replied with a smile: "Aunt, we are soldiers from the nearby military region and we came to the village to buy straw."
"ah?"
"Harvesting straw? What's the use of that thing?"
The villagers were puzzled, and the smart ones hurried back to the village to call for help.
Military affairs are all big things, and they still require some cheap hay, so the village will naturally give its full support.
"Little soldier, they are going to the village to call for help. Please wait."
"Okay, it's okay auntie."
Seeing that the young soldiers were easy to talk to, an old man with dark skin and mixed black and white hair asked, "Young soldiers, what do you want straw for? The livestock in the army have nothing to eat?"
"Uncle, our military district has built a new feed factory. We collect straw to make feed. Does our village have any extra straw?"
Others took over.
"Yes, yes. The village has just harvested a batch of spring wheat, and there is still a lot of wheat straw. If you want it, take it all."
"You came late, and a lot of straw has been burned in the fields. If you had come earlier, you might have been able to pull more."
The situation in each village is similar.
Except for some straw that is kept for burning at home, the rest is basically burned directly on the fields after being dried.
Hearing this, the young soldier Zhang Ming also felt it was a pity, because this was all money.
He smiled and said, "Aunt and uncle, the village can keep the straw in the future. Our military region has been collecting straw all the time. We will collect as much as we can and the price is good, one cent per pound."
When these words were spoken, the surrounding villagers were surprised.
"ah?"
"And the money?"
Most of the villagers were uneducated and could not estimate how much money it was, but there were several educated youth who had gone to the countryside.
"One pound is 1 cent, 100 pounds is 1 yuan, 10,000 pounds is 100 yuan, and 100,000 pounds is 1,000 yuan."
“Oh my God!”
"Little soldier, do the troops really collect as much as they can? Our village produces hundreds of thousands of kilograms of straw every year."
"Then our village will have to earn several thousand more yuan."
Seeing everyone's shocked look, Zhang Ming took the opportunity to promote: "Don't worry about the money. After the straw is taken back, the factory will turn it into treasure and make it into feed for pigs."
"By using our feed to raise pigs, we can feed them less grain or even no grain at all."
Upon hearing this, the villagers reacted immediately.
The village has the task of raising pigs every year, which is an important source of income.
If the pigs eat less, the saved food will be distributed to the members. At the same time, they can eat meat and share the money. There is such a good thing in the world.
No one present doubted the authenticity of the feed the little soldier said.
The people naturally trust the army, so since the army says so, everyone will naturally believe it.
Someone hurriedly asked, "Little soldier, can we buy the feed produced by the army in our village?"
Thinking of the political commissar's words before departure, Zhang Ming continued to explain: "The factory's production volume is not enough now, and it cannot be provided to each village for the time being."
“After the autumn harvest, if everyone sells more straw to us, the factory will be able to produce more feed to sell to the village.”
Everyone was very happy.
"Okay, from now on we will sell all the straw in our village to you."
"If we can sell all the straw, we can earn a lot of money every year."
Seeing everyone's excitement, Zhang Ming also explained in detail the types of straw to be purchased and the quality requirements.
Everyone pondered over it.
This requirement is not low, but we also have some straw stored for burning, which can be sold for some money.
As for what to burn in the future?
There are trees everywhere in the mountains, so why worry about not finding firewood?
While I was talking to everyone, a man in his forties or fifties with gray hair ran over.
"Comrade, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. I'm the village party secretary."
After taking a few deep breaths, the man continued, "I heard you're here to collect straw. How much straw do you need? We have to keep some to feed the livestock in the village, so we may not be able to spare much."
After hearing what the man said, the educated youth in the village realized that the secretary also thought that the straw was pulled in vain and did not want the troops to pull too much.
Someone hurriedly walked up to the secretary and whispered, "Secretary, we'll pay you. One pound of straw costs one cent."
What?
One cent per pound.
The village party secretary's small eyes suddenly lit up, his attitude became positive and enthusiastic. He grabbed the hand of the young soldier opposite him and changed the subject.
"But our village is a progressive one. If the country needs it, we must give it our full support. I wonder how much straw the army needs?"
Zhang Ming was a little confused, but he didn't want to hit someone who smiled, so he smiled and replied, "As long as the quality meets the requirements, we will take as much as you can. We will collect some today, and the villages can organize people to send the rest to the military region feed factory."
"The feed factory is near Nanqiao Village, the third squad of the fifth brigade of Shanglin Commune. You will find out when you go there and ask."
The branch secretary nodded repeatedly, "I know Nanqiao Village. Come on, comrades, let me show you our straw. It is no exaggeration to say that the straw in our village is definitely the best in the surrounding area."
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