There is a treasure in the 60's family [MTL]

Chapter 119 Wangjia Village

"I haven't planted it yet, how do you know it can't?" , Song Baozhu didn't get angry when she heard it, anyway, she was already used to being suspected. But she didn't care, and the members of the project team who were following her on the experiment couldn't stand it.

They know better than anyone the value of these grass seeds.

"Comrade Zhu, Comrade He, don't be angry, some of our comrades were in a hurry just now. After all, everyone wants to solve the land problem as soon as possible, and this time the province has great hopes for you, at first glance, this ...", the government official pointed to the grass seeds in the warehouse, "We really can't think of how to solve the problem of barren land with these things. Comrade

Zhu and Comrade He are all genuinely capable of doing things, and government personnel have to treat them with courtesy. 

Unexpectedly, Song Baozhu didn't say anything, but these usually arrogant experts came out in a hurry to refute it. Obviously, they weren't very convinced by Song Baozhu at first. This has made many government officials curious.

"Of course, you can't imagine that something great is something that ordinary people can imagine. Therefore, Teacher Xiao Song is a genius, and you can only be mediocre. The one who had been silent suddenly said unceremoniously.

This made the government officials angry enough, but everyone knows the temper of these people who are engaged in research, and if they say that they are upright, if they are good, they are called upright, and if they are not good, they are called nobody. These kinds of people will only be convinced if they are defeated professionally.

"Alright." , Secretary Huang stopped their quarrel and asked Song Baozhu: "Teacher Song, the grass seeds have been studied, but in such a large area of Tongxi Province, even if these grass seeds are sent to the villagers, if you want to persuade them to plant them, I am afraid that it will be too late in time." 

There is no one who values their land more than the common people of Thongsi Province, and they are reluctant to abandon it if it were not for the loss of fertility. Usually weeding is extremely diligent, but now everyone is allowed to plant grass seeds on the land that is carefully tended all day long, who will accept it? Convince them, and there will be more time to delay when they come and go.

Moreover, unlike other provinces, there are many places where the land has been depleted due to fertility, and the whole land has become a rigid piece, and there is no one to cultivate those lands anymore. This kind of wasteland is even less popular with grass seeds.

Song Baozhu said that before the beginning of spring, the grass ash should nourish the land, Secretary Huang was worried that he would not be able to catch up with the time, so he asked worriedly.

Song Baozhu thought for a while and said, "Uncle Huang, you send the grass seeds down first, let the people who believe in the government plant first, and I will think of a way to do the rest."

Secretary Huang didn't know what she could do, the experiment had been completed, and the rest should have been done by them, but now they had to trouble Song Baozhu, Secretary Huang felt very ashamed: "No, Teacher Xiao Song has done enough, the rest is our work, I'm just worried that the time will not come up for fear of affecting the effect."

Song Baozhu realized that Secretary Huang meant this.

"That's okay, I'm just afraid of delaying your spring ploughing, so I said it should be before the beginning of spring. This grass seed can be sown in it at any time. However, I can't stay in Thongsi Province all the time, and if it's too late, I won't be able to participate in the next steps. But I can leave the recipe to Uncle Zhu and them, and they can just mix the liquid water when the time comes.

As soon as Song Baozhu said this, Secretary Huang breathed a sigh of relief.

No matter how suspicious others were, Secretary Huang still acted quickly. Large trucks of grass seeds are transported to cities in Thong Sai province, and some cities distribute the seeds to various counties.

Wangjiazhuang, Tongxi Province.

"Uncle, uncle, the county asked the big guy to go to a meeting tomorrow, and said that he would bring some young people to move things back." Wang Laifu is the village chief of Wangjiazhuang, smoking dry tobacco, his brows are deeply wrinkled, and he is worried again, it has not snowed at this time this winter, and there is no snow to moisten the land, and next year's crops are only afraid that it will be more difficult to plant.

At this moment, a young man in a big cotton jacket ran to Wang Laifu's house out of breath.

"Is it a new breed?" Wang Laifu stood up as soon as he heard this, grabbed the young man and asked excitedly.

The young man had a bitter face: "I don't know, the county didn't say anything, so let everyone go to the meeting."

"It must be a good breed, otherwise what would the county let us move?" , Wang Laifu is very happy, this year's batch of good seeds is really good, their harvest in Wangjiazhuang is at least two percent more than in previous years. It's just that the number is not enough, if all the good varieties are planted, the dolls can be less hungry.

"I guess too!" , the young man said happily.

"Okay, Hongliang, you go and call a dozen or twenty offspring, let's go to the county to move good seeds."

As soon as they heard that they were going to the county to move the kind of good seeds that were sent down this year, everyone in Wangjiazhuang was boiling.

"Go quickly, go quickly, go more and move more people back. If our Wangjiazhuang can grow more of that kind of food next year, you can also eat a few more white flour steamed buns.