Chapter 777. Throwing Down a Green Ribbon
"What? How many do we expect?" Luo Yihang asked curiously.

Professor Zhang from Northwest A&F University replied: "The yield was over 13,000 half a month ago. Now after a few days, it's not even 20,000."

"Wow, this is so exaggerated." Luo Yihang exclaimed.

But I don't quite believe it. Twenty thousand? Is it reliable?

The old Party Secretary Erdeni saw through it and patted his chest to guarantee: "One hundred percent, but if you tell a lie, I'll cut off your head and let you kick it like a ball!"

The old man is so scary.

"Not really." Luo Yihang waved his hands repeatedly and invited, "Why don't we go take a look at the fields first..."

The farmland in Piyingtai Village is different from that in Xiaoqinzhuang.

The field where Qiuyan No. 9 is planted is at the outermost part of the village.

Because the whole village is arranged in a long strip shape next to the water source, this side is also a long strip.

Six hundred acres may not seem very large, only 0.4 square kilometers.

But to put it another way, it is equivalent to the size of more than fifty football fields.

Spread out on a large surface, it is also spectacular.

And it's bright and clear, a large, flat piece of land, completely smooth, without even a ridge in the middle.

Looking up again, beyond the fields was a thin forest of tall and short trees.

This forest is extremely rare. It was planted by the old branch secretary when he was young. They planted more trees when they died and replanted them when they died. If ten trees died, nine would be replaced, year after year.

The old branch secretary was already very old, and he had saved up this small strip of forest to block the wind and sand outside.

After watching for a while.

Professor Zhang's team released the drone.

Through the lens, I can see a large area of ​​green.

But as the plane pulled higher.

The yellow sand gradually filled the screen. These six hundred acres seemed so small. It was like a green ribbon was thrown down in the midst of all the yellow.

The camera pans back.

Sweeping the sky towards Piyingtai Village behind him.

In the distance, Heilagou, a tributary of the Yellow River, looks like just a thin bright line.

On both sides of the thin line, patches of green are scattered.

This is farmland and pasture.

These greens in the middle of the desert are really comfortable to look at.
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"Oh, it's really difficult to farm in this desert."

Looking at the green in front of him, Professor Zhang couldn't help but sigh.

"What's wrong? Are you encountering any difficulties?" Luo Yihang asked.

He just came here during the preparation period.

He left after the potatoes were planted, and went back to take care of the mulberries and cooking for Mr. Zhang. Then he went to inspect Tangdundun and visited the imperial capital.

I had no involvement at all during this period of growth.

Because we have Professor Zhang's team from Northwest A&F University, and we couldn't spare any people from Qingyin Agriculture, we gave it full authority.

"It's difficult. It's really difficult."

Professor Zhang slowly recounted his experiences over the past two months.

When the seedlings were just starting to grow and were at their most vulnerable, the sun suddenly became scorching for a few days, and the water diverted from the Heilai Gou for irrigation was totally insufficient. The water was dried up within a few hours. Professor Zhang and his colleagues, as well as the villagers, all went out to pull hands and build nets to provide shade.

Before the flowers bloomed, the sky was suddenly filled with sand and wind, and the thin layer of soil was almost blown away. It was beyond human control. Fortunately, the wind stopped before it blew away.

When the flowers were in bloom, the water was most consumed, but the water level in Heilaigou dropped, and the terrain here was high, so the water couldn't be delivered. The whole village, young and old, went out again, carrying water on their shoulders and backs, and managed to keep the seedlings alive.

After finally blooming and bearing fruit, and the rhizomes swelled, they were invaded by gerbils, forcing the entire village to beat drums and gongs in the middle of the night to drive away the mice, and to dig rat holes during the day.

It was difficult, too difficult. The 600-mu Qiuyan No. 9 was watered with sweat by the villagers of Piyinggetai Village. We have gone through too many hardships in the past two months.

Professor Zhang still feels a little scared when he thinks about it now.

But he joked, "Thanks to the villagers. If it were us, we would have nothing to do but cry. Fortunately, it's all over. I've gained a lot of experience, and I've also benefited from it. I was able to write two more papers, and I've taken advantage of the villagers."

The old secretary was in a very good mood, "Drought, wind disasters, brain rats, late spring cold snaps, white snow, frost in the middle of the night, these all happen a few times every year in this place, I'm used to it."

What a habit it is.

All of these are natural disasters. If you are not careful or have bad luck, you will end up with nothing and a year's work will be in vain. But you actually say you are used to it...

Luo Yihang has lived in a place with beautiful mountains, rivers and pleasant climate since he was a child. It is hard to imagine how he can get used to it.

At this moment, any words of comfort are pale.

Luo Yihang only said one sentence, "It's all over now. Look, our crops are growing so well. We'll be harvested soon."

"Yes, yes, we have harvested something. It will definitely be a big harvest." The old branch secretary and Professor Zhang were all smiling happily.

The potato field in front of me is growing so well, with vines layered over each other and leaves spread out, wide and big, covering the entire field.

However, if you look closely, most of the lower leaves have turned yellow, the edges of the upper leaves are also turning yellow, and many runners have fallen off on their own.

This is a sign of maturity.

"By the way, didn't we cut the poles in advance?" Luo Yihang asked.

Xiao Qinzhuang had killed the seedlings several days in advance and removed all the stems and leaves. They had already started making compost when Luo Yihang went there.

Professor Zhang waved his hand and said, "No, this time we are using a combined potato harvester, which is similar to a combine harvester. It is a large machine. It can cut the leaves, crush them and return them to the field, and turn the potatoes, sift the soil and load them into the truck all at once. It saves trouble."

After all, it is a flat land, and it is different because it can accommodate large machines.

In Xiaoqinzhuang, the potatoes can only be turned out with small farm machinery.

More than a thousand people went to the fields to pick them up for two days.

The production here is still large, and if we need more people, even two thousand would be more than enough. The population here is small, so we can't gather so many people.

"What is the specific process?" Luo Yihang asked in detail.

Professor Zhang calculated the time. "Today is the 9th. We plan to harvest on the 15th. I see that it is still growing and has not completely finished. So I want to try to produce more."

"Then the machine will arrive on the 13th. There are very few of these machines, and they are currently being used in Hailar. After they are received there, they will be transported here by rail, along with the people and the machine."

"We'll just send out the transport trucks and warehouses. We'll collect everything in one day, or two days at most."

Yes, listen to the experts.

He said it looked like it could still grow, so we should wait a few more days, also to wait for the machine.

"Okay, we'll stay for a few days." Luo Yihang agreed, then looked at Erdeni, "Old Party Secretary, you must keep the roasted lamb you promised. Oh my, I've been thinking about your roasted lamb for several days since I went back."

Now that we've finished talking about business, it's time to enjoy ourselves.

“Hahahaha~~” the old branch secretary was delighted. “Yes, there are plenty. Mr. Luo, and Qiuyan, you are the guests that cannot be invited even if you want to. There will be plenty of mutton.”

"Then you have to cook it yourself. No one else can make it taste that good." Luo Yihang laughed and made another request.

The old branch secretary was even more pleased, and agreed repeatedly: "Yes, yes, yes, the old man's skill in roasting lamb is praised by everyone within a hundred miles."

Piyinggetai Village is a combination of agriculture and animal husbandry, half agriculture and half animal husbandry, growing crops and raising sheep.

The sheep in Inner Mongolia are good.

Luo Yihang fell in love with it the last time he came here and ate there.

This old branch secretary cared about two things in his life.

One thing is that the village can get rid of poverty and become rich.

Secondly, he was proud of his skill in roasting lamb, but the village was poor and he had to sell the lambs, so he seldom showed off his skills.

Today, both items are fully satisfied...

(End of this chapter)