Chapter 181 Fatty D fainted

"Alas!"

"I said Yang Dazhuang, what the hell are you doing?"

"As soon as they came, they told me to go. Why don't you give me a reason? You didn't see me busy!"

In the grain station, a group of people were busy.

But the stationmaster, Fatty Ding, was at the door, his arm being pulled by Yang Dazhuang, and his body was reluctantly resisting.

"Fat Ding, I told you last time, but you don't believe me."

"But this time my grandfather has spoken, you can go and see for yourself, you are right."

Yang Dazhuang didn't say much. In front of him, Fatty Ding was just a child. His fat body couldn't withstand Yang Dazhuang's pull.

"Wait, wait, I haven't eaten this meal yet!"

"After dinner, why don't I go with you after you finish eating?"

Fatty Ding patted his belly. He hadn't eaten in the morning and had been busy all morning. He was already hungry.

Yang Dazhuang did not speak, but the strength in his hands did not decrease.

But in his heart, he knew what Fatty Ding was capable of. After eating a meal, there was another burst of procrastination, maybe it would be postponed until tomorrow.

Fatty Ding was also speechless when he saw it. He was quite helpless when a scholar meets a soldier.

"Okay, for the sake of your Majesty, I won't argue with you."

"But you can at least let me arrange the manpower."

"There are a lot of things going on here. I have to explain something before I leave."

Seeing this, Yang Dazhuang let go of his hand, but followed him closely.

Fatty Ding sighed, called his deputy to give instructions, and then called a steward to follow him.

Deep down, he didn't feel the need to go.

The last time Yangjiazhuang was able to spend a lot of money to support national construction, he had already responded to the above.

However, for this kind of enthusiasm, not to mention how many people there are in the country, there are dozens of villages around Sijiu City.

Therefore, when Yangjiazhuang let him go this time, he had already seen clearly in his heart.

"Oh, these old revolutionaries!"

Fatty Ding was sitting in the car. Although he admired these people very much in his heart, he still had to talk to Yang Dazhuang, an unreasonable guy.

So, on the donkey cart, Fatty Ding never stopped talking.

Yang Dazhuang, who was sitting nearby, clenched his fists loudly, but had to endure it.

On the other hand, Yang Shitou, who was driving the car, had a smile on his face and said a few words to Fatty Ding from time to time, but no one saw the cunning in his eyes.

In the afternoon, there was a large queue in Yangjiazhuang.

Wang Xuyang and Wang Xuyang were sitting together, holding corn tortillas in their hands and biting them mechanically.

It's been like this since I learned about Yangjiazhuang's harvest in the morning.

More than 200,000 kilograms!

Their village’s annual harvest is not that big!

The other side is just an autumn harvest.

They received news that during the spring harvest, Yangjiazhuang had already harvested a lot of food.

This has been confirmed when delivering food at the grain station.

Calculating it this way, they didn't dare to think about how much food Yangjiazhuang could have.

What shocked them even more was that this abundant harvest was actually due to the use of special seeds.

Originally, they thought it might be related to water and fertilizer.

In their opinion, this is what Yangjiazhuang should do.

The consequence of this is to overdraw the potential of the land.

Their village has also tried this. After a piece of land was drained of its potential, the crops in the second year were not even half of the normal amount.

But now, what did they hear?

A high-yielding corn seed, a corn seed that does not require crushing the land, has a yield of up to 600 kilograms per mu. What does this mean, even a farmer would be shocked.

Nowadays, a yield of three to four hundred kilograms per mu is normal.

He wouldn't believe someone who could produce ten thousand catties per mu.

The yield per mu was six hundred kilograms, and he felt like he was going crazy.

The only pity is that the corn grown from this special seed cannot be used as seed grain.

If it were possible, that would be great.

Looking at the people in the room doing calculations again, listening to the abacus clicking, and then looking at the grain bags piled up outside the room, the two of them looked at each other and could see the decision in their hearts.

They need to get some of this.

Just as the two of them made eye contact, Fatty Ding and his party arrived at the entrance of the village.

Now that he's at the place, Fatty Ding doesn't say much. He just comes to see Mr. Yang. He hasn't seen him for a long time, and he misses the days of fighting together.

After several people got off the carriage, Fatty Ding ignored Yang Dazhuang and walked straight to the large group.

Yang Dazhuang followed behind him, but his face showed amusement.

When we arrived outside the big queue, before we even entered, the grain bags high up on the courtyard wall came into view.

"I said, why are you piling it up so high?"

"What if it rains?"

"Also, quickly prepare straw mats (rain-blocking objects made of wheat straw). If something happens, you will cry."

Fatty Ding said what he said. When he walked to the door, he saw piles of rolled up straw mats. He didn't say much and walked towards the yard.

Officer Xiao Li, who came with him from behind, quickly followed, but Yang Dazhuang kept some distance away, as if he was watching a show.

"This this………"

As soon as he stepped into the courtyard, Fatty Ding was shocked by the stacks of grain in front of him.

The bags of grain were piled together and suddenly appeared in front of them.

The part exposed from outside the courtyard wall is just a handful at the top of the pyramid, and the part blocked by the wall is the big head.

"So much food!"

For a moment, Fatty Ding felt dizzy, and then

boom

The whole person fell backward.

Behind him, Officer Li was also shocked, but he reacted quickly. He stretched out his hand to support Fatty Ding, and the two of them sat on the ground together.

But it's better than Fatty Ding.

On the contrary, Fatty Ding's original subjective assumptions changed rapidly after seeing something beyond his cognition. His body, which was already lacking in glucose, immediately fell into a coma.

If he was mentally prepared, how much food would he not have seen?

All we can say is that the food in Yangjiazhuang this time was beyond expectations.

After a while, Fatty Ding, who was surrounded by a group of people, felt a stinging pain in his penis, and then opened his eyes.

hiss……

Fatty Ding wiped his upper lip and felt a numbness. Even the teeth on his upper jaw were numb from the pressure.

The people around him helped him up, and Fatty Ding shook his head, "Oh, who pressed this? It was so strong. Hiss, it hurts me to death."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! In the crowd, Yang Dazhuang put his hands behind his back, his expression unchanged.

But Fatty Ding did not forget about business.

I didn't think there was anything serious going on, I just came here for a walk.

But now, the food in front of me is business.

Lift your feet and run to the grain pile, pat this, it's strong.

Touch that, it's bulging.

"Master!"

"You have to tell me carefully, how did you get so much food?"

Fatty Ding looked at Mr. Yang in front of him and asked quickly.
To be continued...