Soon, the total weight of rice came out.
No matter how many times it was weighed, the result was always the same: the yield per mu reached a staggering 812 kilograms, a terrifying number that was enough to shock people both at home and abroad.
Professor Zhou said in disbelief: "The Zhoujia Brigade's experimental field used the best compound fertilizer in the country, but the yield was only 750 kilograms. The Xiaojing Brigade only used fertilizer once, so why is the yield so much higher? We must find out the reason and promote it nationwide to maximize the rice yield!"
He took out all the data from other brigades' experimental fields and asked Assistant Liu and others to conduct an in-depth comparison.
What exactly happened to cause such a huge increase in production?
If one mu of land produces 60 kilograms more, the whole country can produce tens of millions more kilograms...
However, after checking all the data and comparing them one by one, I still couldn't find any clues.
Jiang Wanyue glanced at Song Dahai.
Song Dahai then stepped forward boldly and said, "If we must say what is different between our Xiaojing Brigade and other brigades, it should be that we have changed the previous farming model."
Professor Zhou quickly asked: "Tell me more about it."
"We all work in a collective. In the past, the entire brigade was a big collective, divided into eight teams, that is, eight small collectives, and each team leader was responsible for the fields in his own area." Song Dahai talked about this matter incessantly, "But after the researchers came here to try to grow hybrid rice, because they had to record data every day, there were only three researchers, and recording the data for the entire brigade was a very tiring task. At the suggestion of our deputy branch secretary, the eight teams were further divided, and each field was given to three households. Three households formed a small collective, which is about ten people."
"In the past, when hundreds of people worked together, it was really hard to find out who was slacking off. But now, in a small group of only ten people, it's easy to tell who's not working. Everyone's working hard, so why would anyone be lazy? Maybe everyone has become more diligent, productivity has increased, and the yield per mu has gone up... Well, this is just my immature opinion, so please don't laugh at me, Secretary."
Secretary Qu fell into deep thought.
Jiang Wanyue knew that this was an inevitable trend of history.
It was probably in 1977 or 1988 that the country implemented the household contract responsibility system, which greatly mobilized the enthusiasm of farmers and greatly increased per mu yield.
It is only 1975, and it is still early for that historic day.
However, as long as there is a slight change, everyone can benefit sooner, which may not be a bad thing.
The provincial capital inspection team left in deep thought.
Xiaojing Brigade started the next round of work and began to plant late rice.
Song Dahai also vaguely realized the benefits of dividing the responsibility fields. Just like last time, three households were still responsible for one piece of land. Under Jiang Wanyue's suggestion, the yield of 800 kilograms per mu was used as the dividing line. If the yield per mu was lower than 800, the three households must be punished. If it exceeded 800 kilograms, the excess output would be divided equally among the three households.
As a result, the villagers worked harder.
The sunset in the summer evening is particularly gorgeous, giving the small village a layer of charming color. Walking on the country road and watching the busy farmers, Jiang Wanyue is in a good mood.
From a distance, she saw the family’s two children, Song Huaizhi and Song Yunying, under a tree, not knowing what they were doing.
She walked over quickly and saw Zhao Xiangbei picking wild peaches from a tree. Two children were picking them below, and their pockets were already full.
"Mom, look, the peaches are red and super sweet, eat one quickly." Song Yunying handed over the peach.
Jiang Wanyue took a bite and found it sweet, juicy, and a little sour, very delicious.
She saw Zhao Xiangbei still climbing up the tree and said repeatedly, "That's enough peaches, Xiangbei, stop climbing, be careful of breaking the branch."
Zhao Xiangbei smiled innocently: "Yingzi said that the peach on the top of the tree is the biggest and the reddest, so I agreed to pick it for her."
He grabbed the topmost branch and climbed up.
The peach tree suddenly began to shake.
Jiang Wanyue looked a little worried and asked him to come down again.
Zhao Xiangbei had no intention of coming down from the tree. He reached for the big peach several times and finally got it, then he climbed down from the tree.
"Wow, Uncle Zhao, you are amazing!" Song Yunying was very happy holding the peach, "Uncle Zhao is the best tree climber I have ever seen!"
Zhao Xiangbei dusted himself off and couldn't help but lift Song Yunying up: "Yingzi is also the most flattering person I've ever met!"
He held Song Yunying and turned around.
The little girl laughed happily.
Seeing this scene, Jiang Wanyue felt inexplicably touched.
In the original body's memory, when the children were just born, Song Desheng would still tease them. Later, he was busy every day and went to sleep as soon as he came back at night. He had almost no interaction with the children.
There is a serious lack of fatherly love in the lives of children.
Will the children miss Song Desheng?
Jiang Wanyue was a little uncertain.
She waved her hand: "Huaizhi, Yingzi, let's go home."
Song Yunying jumped out of Zhao Xiangbei's arms and waved: "Uncle Zhao, see you tomorrow."
As she spoke, she handed the biggest and reddest peach to Jiang Wanyue: "Mom, you are the one who works the hardest, and the biggest peach should be given to the one who works the hardest."
Jiang Wanyue smiled and said, "Mom will just take a bite, and you and brother can eat the rest, and leave some for Huazi."
The mother and her two children talked as they slowly walked away.
Zhao Xiangbei stood under the peach tree and couldn't help but sigh.
He clearly felt that he had been interacting less and less with Sister Jiang recently, and sometimes he didn't see her for a whole day.
This feeling made him very melancholy.
"Heh!" A voice sounded beside his ear, "I was wondering why you didn't want to go on a blind date, so this is it!"
Aunt Zhao was carrying a hoe and saw her son standing stupidly on the side of the road, staring blankly in one direction. She couldn't help but look in that direction and saw Jiang Wanyue's back.
We are all experienced people, so we will understand it with just one look.
She grabbed Zhao Xiangbei's ear and said, "How dare you have such an idea, you bastard! Let me show you how I'm going to deal with you!"
"Mom, there are so many people watching, please let go, let go quickly, don't let others laugh at you!" Zhao Xiangbei begged for mercy in a low voice, "Please don't tell anyone about this, don't ruin her reputation, mom, I beg you..."
Aunt Zhao dragged him back to the house and said, "Tell me, when did you have such thoughts?"
Zhao Xiangbei's face flushed: "I, I don't know, anyway... I feel that others are not as good as her."
"Of course. Look at who she is. She is the first female deputy secretary of our commune, the director of the bamboo weaving factory and the processing factory. She also raised the first foreign exchange. She also paid half of the price for the first harvester in our commune. She is so capable. Who in the surrounding area can compare to her?" Aunt Zhao said coldly, "You must be more than one man who has feelings for her. Just give up."
"Mom..." Zhao Xiangbei mustered up the courage to speak, "I want to try it once, I can't let myself regret it..."
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