Xiaoheyan Village.
A small team is responsible for an area.
The terrain here is high, there is less water and the temperature is high, so the crops are the first to enter the maturity period.
What comes into view is endless golden farmland.
Heavy corn cobs hung on the stalks.
It seems like a sign of a good harvest.
According to the tradition of Xiaoheyan Village, each team is responsible for its own area during the autumn harvest.
Obviously we are going to have a good harvest this year, and the strength of this team alone is not enough.
Chen Jianan decided that the second and third teams would still be responsible for their own areas.
All other mobile forces support a small team.
After getting up in the morning, the huge team gathered here.
Team 1, Wasteland Development Team, and Engineering Team.
Everyone stood in different areas, and with Chen Jianan's order, the autumn harvest officially began.
Dense crowds of villagers began to enter the cornfield.
Break off the corn pods and gather them together.
"Captain Yang, please make sure to count the output of the first acre of land."
Chen Jianan specifically called Yang Jianshe over to give instructions.
"Ming-yi!"
Yang Jianshe agreed and left in a hurry.
Sacks and scales had been prepared on site. Liu Qingyi and Xu Mei took account books and prepared to record.
Farmers have a special and deep affection for the land.
A year of hard work and sweat.
It’s all for autumn, the time of harvest.
In previous years, everyone felt that no matter how much they harvested, they would not get much money.
So they become passive and depressed.
This year is different.
Chen Jianan's policies have given everyone hope of gaining more.
The heavy corn ears in the fields made them feel the joy of the harvest.
People worked hard, skillfully and quickly.
Soon, all the corn was delivered from the first acre of land specially marked as corn.
Look at the size of the pile of corn cobs on the ground.
Although people had a premonition, they were still surprised.
This output is obviously much greater than in previous years.
"Village Chief Chen, this is too much. How many kilograms does it weigh?"
Broadcaster Li Chunhua witnesses the village's output every year.
This year, however, she was so surprised that her mouth opened wide.
"You won't know the exact amount until you weigh it."
"Threshing, bagging, and weighing!"
Chen Jianan waved his hand.
Yang Jianshe immediately organized people.
The moisture content of freshly picked corn is high and it is not easy to thresh.
The yield per mu is calculated without corn husks, only corn kernels.
In order to measure accurately, Chen Jianan had people threshing the grains.
These people were all experienced in farming, and without saying a word they took out their tools and started threshing the rice.
Soon, piles of golden corn kernels were packed into sacks.
"One bag, two bags, three bags... eleven bags!"
Li Chunhua counted with her eyes wide open.
"I didn't count wrong, did I?"
She began to doubt herself.
In previous years, there were only six or seven bags, or at most eight bags.
This year there are eleven bags?
She was worried and counted again.
Yes, it is indeed eleven bags!
"Weigh it."
Chen Jianan spoke again.
Militia captain Ge Erzhuang called two militiamen to lift a sack of corn kernels onto the scale.
"Ninety-eight pounds!"
Ge Erzhuang counted loudly.
“Wow…”
This number immediately caused an uproar.
A bag weighs nearly 100 kilograms.
Then wouldn't the eleven bags be...
Everyone looked at each other, and had an unimaginable thought.
Is it possible that the yield per mu this year will break the record and exceed 1,000 kilograms?
Xiaoheyan Village has been planting crops for so many years, but the yield has never been so high.
The final result has not come out yet, everyone is just skeptical and dare not discuss it loudly.
Even breathing became tense.
"The second bag, one hundred and one kilograms!"
"The third bag, ninety-nine and a half pounds!"
"The fourth bag, one hundred and five pounds!"
Every time Ge Erzhuang reported a number, Liu Qingyi would record it in the account book.
These villagers are indeed experienced in farming. They know their way around the bagging process and the error is very small.
The basic control is that each bag weighs about 100 kilograms.
"The eleventh bag, one hundred and three pounds!"
Finally, the last bag of corn was weighed.
Everyone's eyes were focused on Liu Qingyi who was recording.
She calculated quickly, and soon, looked up.
Say a number.
"A total of 1,105 kilograms!"
"Wow!"
"Did I hear it right?"
"The yield per mu exceeds one thousand kilograms?"
"Oh my goodness!"
The huge discussion attracted more people's attention, and they all ran over to watch the fun.
"What did you say? The yield per mu exceeds 1,000 kilograms? That's impossible!"
"In my entire life, I have never seen a yield of more than 1,000 kilograms per mu."
An old man in his fifties looked disbelieving.
He is skilled in bricklaying and has been working in the county with the construction team these days.
So I am not very familiar with the food situation in the village.
But he is very experienced.
After all, he is an old farmer who has been farming all his life.
In previous years, the village's per-acre yield was only 600 to 700 kilograms, but this year it could reach a little over 700 kilograms.
Now you actually say that the yield per mu exceeds one thousand kilograms.
Isn't this bragging?
"I say, Liu the bricklayer, if you don't believe me, just look for yourself."
"The accountant calculated it clearly. It's not a thousand pounds, but more than 1,100 pounds!"
The person who was questioned just now was unhappy and pulled Liu the bricklayer into the crowd.
When I walked through the crowd and saw sacks piled on the ground.
Bricklayer Liu was dumbfounded.
He could guess it in his mind just by taking a glance.
The size of these sacks is indeed over a thousand pounds.
"I, Old Liu, have lived for most of my life, and today I have really opened my eyes."
"Village Chief Chen, I have been farming for my whole life, but I am not as good as a young man like you!"
"You are this!"
He gave a thumbs-up.
"Liu the bricklayer, do I need you to tell me this?"
"Without Village Chief Chen, our village's production wouldn't be so high."
"That's right. Although Village Chief Chen is young, he is very capable."
Everyone saw and remembered what Chen Jianan did.
The incentive policy has mobilized everyone's enthusiasm.
The team is sufficient to avoid redundancy and slacking off, thus improving efficiency.
Chemical fertilizers and farmyard manure have greatly improved the fertility of the soil and provided sufficient nutrition for corn.
After taking several measures, the results were immediate.
The crowd of onlookers praised Chen Jianan one after another.
Chen Jianan waved his hand.
"Everyone, please be patient."
"This achievement is nothing. We will try to take the production to a higher level next year!"
Chen Jianan was also happy in his heart.
But he knew that this was not the limit of Xiaoheyan Village.
By next year, when the village develops completely according to its own ideas, it will reveal its huge potential!
"Village Chief Chen, you are kidding."
"The yield per mu has already exceeded 1,000 kilograms. Is there still room for growth?"
Bricklayer Liu widened his eyes.
"Old Liu, are you annoying?"
"Is Village Chief Chen kidding you? If he says he can do it, then he can definitely do it!"
The villagers now have great respect for Chen Jianan.
Seeing that Liu the bricklayer dared to question him, he immediately became unhappy.
"I didn't say that Village Chief Chen couldn't do it... I just can't believe it..."
Bricklayer Liu looked embarrassed.
"Okay, everyone, stop wasting time and get to work."
"Village Chief Chen said that the village will provide lunch at noon, and you can eat as much meat as you want!"
Li Chunhua shouted to everyone in a standard broadcasting tone.
"What, there's meat?"
"Too much!"
Waves of cheers rang out, and everyone rushed into the cornfield full of energy.
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