Siheyuan: Walking the Path of Qin Huairu

The years are peaceful and time flies. In a blink of an eye, it is already 1958. Come, come, let's meet on May th.

During this period, Xu Jianmei gave birth to a daughter in August 1957, and named her Cai Yanran. The main theme of the delicate and weak girl is beauty.

Xu Huizhen gave birth to a son in March 1958. He Yuzhu named his son He Jiankun, nicknamed Kunkun, which was taken from "Heaven moves forward, and a gentleman should constantly strive for self-improvement"; "The earth's position is Kun, and a gentleman should carry the world with virtue."

Although He Yuzhu himself did not have much education, he knew that knowledge could change one's destiny, so he gave his son this name, which shows that he had high hopes for his son. He himself was also constantly learning and improving his cultural literacy, striving to be on equal terms with his daughter-in-law.

In the original plot, Cai Quanwu gave birth to two daughters, and He Yuzhu and Lou Xiao'e had a one-night stand and gave birth to a son. Xu Huizhen, this little butterfly, changed the plot, but Cai Quanwu still gave birth to a daughter. It can be seen that men decide whether to have a boy or a girl. Cai Quanwu is destined to give birth to a daughter, and He Yuzhu is destined to give birth to a son.

In August 1958, the CPC Central Committee held an enlarged meeting of the Political Bureau in Beidaihe, at which it adopted a resolution that “the whole party and the whole people should strive to produce 8 tons of steel,” thus beginning a vigorous nationwide steel-making campaign.

The head of the Daqianmen neighborhood committee led all staff members to call on residents in the area to collect scrap iron and build a blast furnace. They ran to achieve the 1070 goal.

The scene was so lively that Xu Huizhen watched coldly. She couldn't understand why people in this era were so easy to mobilize. They were full of fighting spirit and donated their iron products to support the country's steel production.

She knew that the steel production campaign would soon spread across the country like a spark that would set the prairie ablaze. Moreover, because the strong laborers in the countryside were all transferred to steel production, there was a shortage of labor in the countryside. In the autumn harvest, there was a bumper harvest but not a good harvest. A lot of grain rotted in the fields. This directly caused the food shortage in 1959.

Newspapers also began to make false claims, reporting that a certain production brigade had a grain yield of 8000 catties per mu, that a certain commune had a cabbage yield of 200 catties, and even that a sow was as big as an elephant.

Xu Huizhen looked at the bustling scene, and her heart was throbbing. She knew clearly that this was a waste of money and effort, and she was powerless to do anything. Now, at this moment of intense heat, anyone who came out to sing a different tune would be regarded as an anti-party and anti-social enemy agent, and would be arrested and given a peanut to eat, absolutely no discussion.

After much thought, Xu Huizhen made up her mind and decided to do something. Although her power was very small, even if she could make a difference, it would not be in vain.

There are many corn cobs, wheat ears, sweet potatoes, and potatoes in her space, all of which are harvested from the space. Last year, she tried it on a small scale at He Yuzhu's agricultural and sideline products base, and the seed yield of the space is about twice that of ordinary seeds. I just don't know whether the yield can be reduced after the second generation, which requires experiments by agricultural experts to know.

It was Saturday, He Yushui came back from school and had dinner at Xu Huizhen's house. After dinner, Xu Huizhen used the excuse of having a stomachache to not go to the courtyard, and asked He Yuzhu to ride a bicycle and take He Yushui home.

He Yuzhu said he was worried about his wife and asked, "Do you want to go to the hospital?"

Xu Huizhen whispered, "It's okay, I just have my period and I'm not feeling well. It will be fine after a few days." She had deliberately sent He Yuzhu away because she was going to do something in the evening.

It was one o'clock in the morning, when everything was quiet and everyone was fast asleep. Xu Huizhen put her son, who was sleeping soundly, on the bed in the space. Then she disguised herself, put on men's clothes and a hat, and quietly left the house.

Then she took out her bicycle from the space and rushed to the Daqianmen First Police Station. She had already arranged the time in advance. The police station was a quadrangle with two entrances. There was a person on duty at the front door. There was no one on duty in the backyard. Petty thieves would not come to the police station to commit crimes. What kind of place is the police station? To do bad things here, you must be crazy. So the most dangerous place is also the safest place.

She walked to the base of the wall in the backyard, looked around and saw no movement, took out the ladder from the space, climbed up the wall, and then took the ladder into the yard and followed it into the backyard of the police station.

After pausing for a while and seeing that everything was safe, she took out the corn cobs, wheat ears, sweet potatoes, and potatoes that she had prepared in advance from the space. There were about 2000 kilograms of each variety, and the backyard seemed to have been piled up out of thin air.

Finally, a letter was left at the scene, wrapped in a red envelope and placed in a conspicuous place. For safety reasons, Xu Huizhen wrote the letter in her previous life's handwriting, so that the police could not find the writer.

This way she didn't need a ladder. She could just climb up the wall by stepping on the sweet potatoes, erase her traces, and slip away quietly.

In order to ensure that the contents of the letter could reach the heaven directly, Xu Huizhen took double insurance. Then she went to the Daqianmen neighborhood committee and placed some space seeds in the yard in the same way. She also placed a letter that she had prepared in advance.

The contents of the two letters are the same, and the general content is as follows: These seeds are high-yield varieties, with full grains and good taste! They are twice our current grain production. Those who receive this letter, please report it step by step, even to the highest national leaders. This is a serious matter, please remember.

As the saying goes, oranges grown in the south of the Huai River are oranges, while those grown in the north of the Huai River are trifoliate oranges. Whether these seeds can produce high yields when planted in different places, and whether the yield will decrease after the second generation, all require agricultural experts to practice planting to verify.

Now many people are advocating that grain production is several thousand kilograms, or even tens of thousands of kilograms. Many leaders of our country come from farming families. Think about it, is it possible? Practice is the only criterion for testing truth. The country can send people to the countryside for field investigation to see if there are 200 kilograms of cabbage, or sows as big as elephants, and see what the grain yield per mu is!

This kind of exaggeration is really harmful. First, the grassroots cadres will collect excessive grain in order to exaggerate their own achievements. After paying the public grain, the farmers will have very little food left, leaving them with only two options: either sit and wait to starve, or flee from famine.

The decision-makers of the country will also mistakenly think that our country has more food than it can eat, and blindly export food, resulting in insufficient national grain reserves. In international relations, there are no eternal friends, only eternal interests! We must first ensure that our own people have enough food.

What if 1959 was a disaster year and the national grain production decreased? What if there was a large-scale drought in 1960? Would the country have grain reserves for disaster relief?

The management of a country is the same as the management of a family. It is necessary to be prepared for danger in times of peace and make long-term plans. Be prepared for disasters. The government must implement the grain reserve situation from top to bottom. It cannot sit in the office and listen to reports from below. The data reported is unreliable. There is a trend of exaggeration throughout the country.

Food is the first necessity of the people. Even during the steel production campaign, people had to be well fed to have the energy to work. The right people did the right thing. If you asked farmers to make steel, they would not be able to make qualified steel because they had neither the skills nor the equipment. On the contrary, they would delay their work in the fields.

The temperature for steelmaking must reach at least 1300c to produce qualified steel. The burning of firewood cannot reach this temperature at all. The iron produced cannot be fully deoxidized and reduced, and there are too many impurities. The texture is loose after solidification, which is completely unqualified.

In 1949, my country's population was about 5 million, and in 1958, it was about 6.6 million. In peacetime, the population grows rapidly. It is normal for a couple to have five or six children. By analogy, in another 20 years, the population can reach 10 billion. To solve the problem of feeding so many people, we must increase the per-acre grain yield. Farm scientifically. The eight-character agricultural policy: soil, fertilizer, water, density, protection, management, and labor. Among them, fertilizer and seeds are particularly important.

Fertilizers, in addition to farmyard manure, also include industrial fertilizers. Foreign chemists are conducting research on industrial fertilizers such as ammonium bicarbonate, potassium dihydrogen phosphate, and urea. We should also give full play to the role of returned scientists and strengthen research in this area. The application of industrial fertilizers can greatly increase grain production.

I wrote this chapter very carefully, for fear that it would not pass the review if I said too much. I just don't know how much Tomato loves me.