Travel through 70 and take brothers and sisters to the countryside together

Ding Yanyu looked desperate and went to the brigade headquarters with Wen Lei. The team leader did not let them pick up farm tools and asked team leader Li to arrange for them to go to the rice fields to pull weeds.

The sparse rice seedlings are thin due to lack of water, but the grass in the rice fields is no less than the rice seedlings. When Wen Lei walked into the rice field, Team Leader Li asked them to remember clearly the difference between rice oil seeds and rice. Wen Lei and Ding Yanyu carefully identified it several times.

Fortunately for Wen Lei, Team Leader Li said it once and she could tell the difference between rice oil seeds and rice. But Ding Yanyu has a big head, and rice oil seeds and rice plants look almost exactly the same, so how can she tell them apart?

Team Leader Li was helpless to Ding Yanyu, so he asked her to pull out the Lala seedlings at the bottom. Ding Yanyu wanted to cry after she pulled out two Lala seedlings. Team Leader Li didn't care, and directly divided the tasks between the two of them, letting them do whatever they wanted, then turned and left.

Lala Yang is a really good thing. As long as it touches the skin, it will make small cuts in the skin. The sting will make the skin painful and itchy.

Ding Yanyu wanted to cry but had no tears, and Wen Lei also wanted to scold her. She can help Ding Yanyu pull out the rice seeds, but she doesn't want to take care of the paddy seedlings. After all, there are not many rice seeds in the rice fields, so don’t have too many rice seedlings. The key point is that the rice seedlings are all wrapped around the rice. No matter how careful you are, small wounds will always be pulled out on the skin or face.

Working in the rice fields under the scorching sun not only makes the skin itchy due to the rice, but also kills the rice seedlings. In an acre of rice field, Lala rice seedlings can take up two percent of the land. Even more devastating things happen everywhere, almost all of them entangled in the rice fields. Even Wen Lei couldn't escape being pulled and his skin was strained, let alone Ding Yanyu.

The exposed skin, more or less, should not be pulled or pulled, and small wounds would be made. The sweat would flow across the wounds, and the feeling would be extremely pleasant. I don't know why the clothes are being penetrated by pulling seedlings or rice leaves. The itchy people have a nervous breakdown and have to twist their bodies in the rice fields from time to time.

Wen Lei finally understood why Yangko dancing existed in rural areas.

Damn it! This really comes from life.

Team leader Li told us that the pulled out Lala seedlings must be thrown to the ground to be exposed to the sun when the sun is high, and must not be left on the ridges or in the rice fields. As long as the Lala seedlings are not exposed to the sun or are thrown in the rice fields or on the ridges, they will take root and come back to life within a few days.

Not only did Ding Yanyu want to cry after doing this job, but Wen Lei also wanted to cry. Although Congcong helped, it was impossible to guard against. Wen Lei could only accept her fate and speed up to complete the task quickly. She really wanted to take a bath now, not to mention the itching and discomfort all over her body, the hot sun made her dizzy, and sweat kept streaking from the small wounds. Wen Lei didn't want to scold her anymore, she really wanted to cry.

Wen Lei finally completed her task. She wanted to go back first, but saw Ding Yanyu's expression uglier than when he was on the execution ground. Wen Lei struggled for a long time, and finally helped Ding Yanyu pull out the grass in the rice fields.

It was finally time to finish work, and neither of them wanted to talk. They both lowered their heads and hurried to the educated youth spot.

Not long after walking, I met the captain. Ding Yanyu's little face was filled with anger when she saw the captain. She raised her face to show the scars on her face, and then rolled up her sleeves. "Captain, can you see for yourself? I will definitely not go to the rice fields to pull weeds tomorrow? I won't go to the rice fields to pull weeds again even if I pick up excrement."

The captain looked at the two people whose faces were red after being exposed to the sun. The small wounds were intertwined and were very obvious on their fair skin. The captain also felt dazzled, but what could he do? Their ancestors have been here for generations.

"There's nothing you can do about it. Who doesn't? Farm work is not easy, especially for you educated youths who go to the countryside. When you hoe the ground, you don't see much hoeing, but you get a lot of blisters. How many weeds did you pull out today? ? I don’t think you can pull out much, but there are quite a few wounds. If you dry it more, the skin will become rough, and it won’t be so uncomfortable."

Wen Lei took a big blow, and the captain turned out to rub salt in the wound. Was he dissatisfied with her and Ding Yanyu's lack of rough skin and thick flesh?

Ding Yanyu was so angry with the captain that he couldn't say a word. Team Leader Zhang, who was walking towards him, twitched his lips a few times when he heard the captain's words, but said nothing.

When Wen Lei was working in the rice fields, she kept having a question and couldn't help but ask the captain. "Captain, how many kilograms of grain can one acre of our rice land produce?"

The captain glanced at Wen Lei and sighed. "One acre of land has enough water and fertilizer to produce three hundred kilograms of rice, which usually only costs 250!"

Wen Lei saw the captain in disbelief. Is this output too outrageous? She traveled through the 70s, not ancient times? “How much grain is needed for one acre of land?”

"About 50 catties."

The captain's words made Wen Lei's eyes widen even more. She was stunned for a few seconds before speaking quietly. "Excluding grain crops, the villagers have been busy for half a year and can only earn 250 kilograms of rice from one acre of land?"

The captain rolled his eyes at Wen Lei, feeling that this girl was not as smart as he thought. "What are you thinking about? Don't you want to hand over the public grain? After one acre of land consumes 150 kilograms of public grain, the rest belongs to the brigade. If you don't hand over the public grain, what will you city people eat?"

Wen Lei almost fell to the ground. She had forgotten that she still had to pay the public food. In later generations, when the state subsidized farming, ordinary people were reluctant to farm, and almost all migrant workers flocked to cities to work. She remembers hearing a decorator say that the total cost of one acre of land was only about 1000 yuan.

Wen Lei knew that farmers were suffering, and she saw that every household was suffering from lack of food and clothing, but she really didn't think about it. She neglected that the food eaten in the city was grown by farmers, and she never thought that the yield of food could be so low.

Wen Lei was silent. She figured it out, but she couldn't. Looking up at the rice fields, farmers were walking in twos and threes on the ridge after work in the fields. Their bodies were patched in patches, and all of them were dark and thin. For the first time, Wen Lei felt annoyed that she was uneducated. She didn't know anything about farming and high-yield grain.

Wen Lei and Ding Yanyu returned to the educated youth spot. Along the way, Wen Lei had only one number in her mind: one acre of rice, and the final income of the people who worked for half a year was one hundred kilograms of rice. According to the current price of rice, it costs two cents per catty, and one acre of rice in the shell costs 20 yuan.

This number shocked Wen Lei, and she even couldn't accept it at all. This number is terrible, but it is the fact.

Ding Yanyu returned to the educated youth point and immediately rushed into the bathing shed. Ding Yanyu's slightly exaggerated shouts and complaints brought Wen Lei back to her senses. The itching and burning pain on her body instantly woke her up and she couldn't help but give herself a gentle slap.

What are you thinking about? Do you still know who you are? Do you still want to steal Grandpa Yuan’s job? Are you still worried about the country and the people? Is that a question that a salty fish should think about?

It’s better to wash up and sleep! she now has

[Regarding the yield per mu in the 70s, I called an uncle a few days ago and asked him. There may be a slight deviation in the data on public grain payments, but not much. He said he couldn't remember it clearly, and it was probably that much. 】

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