Chapter 780. The Close Relationship between the Military and the People

October 10th, 8:45.

The convoy arrived at Piyinggetai Village
After the car stopped.

The soldiers got off the car, stood at the edge of the farmland, and looked at the scene in front of them in a daze.

Someone even poked the soldier who had just got on the bus and said it was a piece of cake and he could finish the task in the morning.

"Hey, that's it? Can you finish it in half a day?"

The large field in front of me is a large piece of flat land with no ridges or obstructions. There is only a road in the middle where the canal runs, and you can see everything at a glance.

The field was mostly covered with green and yellow vines.

Only a small area in front of them, about a hundred meters long and forty to fifty meters wide, was cleared.

At the far end of the field, several machines that looked like lawn mowers were rumbling forward in the field.

Wherever it passed, the vines, stems and leaves were broken off at the roots.

Behind these machines were some local villagers in plain clothes and soldiers in green military uniforms.

Gather the cut potato vines together, tie them into bundles, and then move them to a distant place and stack them up.

There was a truck parked there, and there were people responsible for loading the goods onto the truck. Once the truck was full, it would be transported away.

The potatoes cannot be crushed and returned to the field directly, and the potato vines cannot be wasted, so they have to be transported away and sent to a designated location for composting.

When the soldiers saw those people in military uniforms in the fields, they realized that they were not the first group of soldiers to arrive. In addition to their battalion, other troops also came to help.

After the lawn mower-like machine opened a yellowish-brown path in the green farmland.

Several tractors, large and small, followed behind, rumbling and turning the potatoes from the soil to the surface.

What shocked the soldiers were the potatoes that were turned over.

It’s so big.

There were only big potatoes, and extra-big potatoes, on the ground.

so many.

The fields are covered with soil and the color of the soil is almost invisible.

Wherever the tractor passed, the fields that had originally turned from green to yellow were covered with tender yellow again.

The soldier, whose family grew potatoes, was stunned by the scene before him and didn't even feel it when someone poked him with the elbow.

He muttered to himself, "What is this? Why are there so many? This is unscientific!"

"What's scientific or not? Stop being silly and get to work!"

The platoon leader and two soldiers came back carrying a large pile of woven bags.

The opening interrupted the soldiers' shock.

Put down the woven bags, give orders directly, and mobilize, "Shift one and shift two, take the bags to the fields to pick up potatoes and pack them in bags, shift three will be responsible for carrying. Be careful to pick them up cleanly, and pay attention to whether there are any unturned potatoes in the soil, so as not to waste a single grain. Just do as the villagers around you do, and no one is allowed to be sneaky!"

"Come on, put up our platoon's flag!"

Red flags are fluttering, standing by the field.

Starting with this red flag, a large number of red flags were raised from left to right.

The soldiers sprang into action, taking their bags and rushing into the fields.

This platoon is located on the far left, and further to their left, there are people dressed as local villagers and soldiers in the same green military uniforms working.

Most of them lined up in a line, each responsible for a small section, squatting in the field and picking up potatoes one by one.

There were so many potatoes that I could fill a bag just by walking a few steps.

After filling it up, he simply pulled the rope to tighten the seal, put it behind him, and then picked up another bag.

There were people who carried bags full of potatoes back and forth, taking them out of the fields and piling them up on the roadside.

There are people on the roadside who are responsible for weighing, recording and loading.

The entire assembly line is in good order.

The soldiers followed the platoon leader's instructions and the first and second squads dispersed, squatting in the fields and quickly filling bags with potatoes.

Three shifts of transportation back and forth.

The soldiers were really good. They caught up with the villagers in front of them in no time...
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"Alas, why are there so many cracks? They may be big, but cracks won't last long..."

Luo Yihang was among the villagers.

Today, time is tight and the task is heavy. All the villagers in Piyingtai Village went to the fields before dawn.

Before machines arrived, people just used sickles and hoes to do the work.

Even the old branch secretary's five-year-old granddaughter came over with a pair of small scissors.

Luo Yihang can't just stand there and watch, he should follow along.

The more you can grab, the better.

While I was picking up the trash, I heard a soldier next door muttering to himself while he was working.

Luo Yihang leaned over and smiled, "This potato is like this. It produces starch quickly, and the volume of starch is larger than that of water and glycogen. The skin can't expand faster than the starch is produced, so it opens up easily."

"Oh, so that's how it is. Thank you." The little soldier was quite shy in front of outsiders.

After a brief chat, the two of them went back to their own business.

But after a while, the little soldier seemed to be unable to help himself and asked curiously: "Excuse me, these big potatoes have such a large yield. Do you plan to eat them directly or make vermicelli? Are they delicious?"

Luo Yihang smiled and said, "This is not for eating."

"Not eating? What's the point of coming here if you're not going to eat?" The little soldier became even more curious.

Luo Yihang explained: "This is a new experimental variety, a starch potato specially cultivated for use as a raw material for the chemical industry. Its appearance can take our country's chemical industry to a new level and reduce a lot of costs. We can even have surplus exports to sweep the world."

"Is it really that powerful?" The little soldier was a little unconvinced.

Luo Yihang laughed again and said, "Why would I lie to you? If it wasn't so important, I wouldn't have invited you guys over to harvest it overnight."

After hearing this, the little soldier believed it.

But Luo Yihang was not satisfied and took the initiative to ask: "Do you know who cultivated this?"

The little soldier shook his head.

Luo Yihang pointed at Qin Qiuyan who was recording the weight beside the transport vehicle and said, "Look, that's the little girl. She's amazing."

He takes every opportunity to show off.

I just love seeing other people's surprised faces.
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The two were chatting.

Suddenly, singing was heard in the distance.

And it's getting closer and closer.

Soon, the little soldier also started singing along. This was a military song.

Then, the platoon leader came over and cheered the soldiers on, "Hurry up, hurry up, work hard, beat the third platoon, our platoon must be the fastest, fast and good to take first place!"

When the soldiers heard that there was a competition, they were excited and worked hard.

Whoosh, whoosh, the progress rushed out.

Then, as progress progresses.

The distance to transport the potatoes is getting longer and longer, and one shift is not enough.

The platoon leader made new arrangements.

"Shift change, the third shift will go pick potatoes and take a rest, the first shift will do the carrying, the second shift will select five people to do the carrying as well."

The young soldiers are within the scope of the call-up.

He said hello to Luo Yihang, then stood up and ran back.

Luo Yihang looked at the time.

It was past ten o'clock and time for lunch, so I simply stood up and returned to the village...

(End of this chapter)