The village is named Wang and is named Wangjiadun. There are about a thousand farmers in Wangjiadun, which is the largest village nearby. The villagers have been growing rice for generations. There is no dry land near Wangjiadun, and they are all rice fields. Irrigation water can be introduced from the Yangtze River to the west, or it can be transferred from a reservoir not far from the village.

The climate here is rainy all year round, making it suitable for growing rice. Rice is almost the only crop in this village and the basic source of their lives.

The farmers in this era are not like later generations. They can go out to work long-term and short-term jobs and earn some extra money during the slack season. Now there are insufficient factories in China and cannot provide them with enough jobs. Therefore, except for the occasional young people who can find jobs in the city and come back to show off, most of the other farmers work at home all year round. The family income can be imagined to be very low. They can only eat meat during festivals. They usually feed on crops such as grains and sweet potatoes. The problem of food and clothing is solved, but it is difficult to talk about wealth.

At this time, there was a group of about a dozen Wangjiadun farmers, who were at the entrance of the village, and they moved benches of all sizes and sat around under the big tree, chatting about something. Several of them were smoking dry cigarettes and stuttering their pipe mouths. The smoke was hazy around them, and occasionally they made a few coughs.

"Where has the village elder Wang gone? We have been sitting here for a long time, but we haven't seen him, the master, come out to greet him. If you become the village chief, don't take us seriously?" A short and fat man in his early thirties held a brown pipe in his mouth, took a deep breath, and then lit his neck comfortably, then looked around and asked everyone.

"Old Wang went out just now. Before leaving, he said he was going to pick up experts sent by the Ministry of Agriculture. I don't know where he went and hasn't come back yet?" An old man in his early fifties replied.

"Ministry of Agriculture, that's a senior national department. When did Lao Wang have something to do with the people of the Ministry of Agriculture? Is he a relative of their family? When did he climb up to the top?" The man smoking a pipe frowned and asked in confusion.

"Who is Lao Wang's relative who is a senior official in the State Council? I heard that he was the township chief who informed him yesterday that he went to pick up the people from the Ministry of Agriculture today. He was an expert sent by the Ministry of Agriculture to guide us in growing rice. Today they are going to come here to inspect our rice planting and see how our rice seedlings are growing." Another old man continued to respond.

"Growing crops is such a simple thing, what other bullshit experts need to guide you? What can they guide you? Can we make our rice grow gold? It's not like going to the village to have a good meal and patting your butt for a while? We have seen so many such officials in the past." The man immediately curled his lips disapprovingly and teased.

"Boy, you are still living in the old calendar. Now it's new China. What you are talking about is the bureaucratic style of the old society. Now the new leaders of China are very sympathetic to the people. They are not here to eat and drink. I heard from Lao Wang that they brought us good things to show us." The old man glared at the man just now and said disdainfully.

"Haha, you guys are also thinking beautifully. If gold could grow in our rice fields, you would have to chat with us, the old people here. Maybe you would have gone to the city to find beautiful ladies to have fun." Another old man pointed at the man and said with a smile.

"You old ghost like to tease women, you are an old guy who is not serious."

"Look, look, Lao Wang came over with a team of people." At this time, a middle-aged man suddenly pointed to the muddy road a hundred meters away and said, "There was a piece of dust flying in that place, and it was a cart that made the movement.

"It's true that these kids are all wearing Zhongshan suits. It seems that they are really sent by the government. When will I go to make a Zhongshan suit and wear it again? It's popular for people in the city to wear this. In comparison, we country people are so cold." The short and fat man looked up at the patches on his sleeves, and said enviously at the group of people walking towards them under the scorching sun.

To welcome the people from the Ministry of Agriculture, Lao Wang specially wore a brand new linen jacket today, which he usually only wore during the Chinese New Year and the holidays. His solid and short body and a square face with a simple smile were also presented to people, and he led a few young people to the entrance of the village with a smile.

"Lao Wang, are these experts sent by the Ministry of Agriculture? There are quite a few people here. Is the food prepared at home at noon enough for comrades? Don't let these experts come to do things hungry?" A young man with a collapsed nose immediately looked at Lao Wang who walked in with a smile.

"You guys are left alone, you guys are talking too much. I can still make these experts hungry. The village has a special funding to let me entertain the experts. Today, you guys are so lucky. You guys come to my house to have some meat. But there are not too many people. Just these people at the door. If there are too many people, I can't afford to drink and drink money." Lao Wang pointed at the young man with a flat nose and smiled.

The team of experts from the Ministry of Agriculture, which had about seven or eight people, looked very young. The oldest was a young man of 25 or 26 years old, named Duan Changhe. He was a student from Zhenhua's first batch of agricultural classes. Three people were recruited in the first phase of Zhenhua's agricultural class. He was the one with the best grades and the captain of the guidance team of the Ministry of Agriculture's youth technical personnel.

Duan Changhe has a medium figure and is also from a peasant family. His dark skin shows his original origin. He walked in the front and there were several young people behind him pushing a cart with rubber wheels. There were a few small sacks piled up on the cart, tied with ropes, and the inside was bulging like a crop.

Then Lao Wang took a group of people outside the yard, called the villagers to bring stools and asked them to sit down, make herbal tea, and chatted with the people in Duan Changhe. After a while, after a few greetings, everyone stopped being restrained.

"Hello everyone, my name is Duan Changhe. I am the leader of the expert group of the Ministry of Agriculture and the leader of China's rice research. These are the members of our expert group. They went to the countryside with me to do rice planting experiments. I hope that the villagers of Wangjiadun can cooperate with us and do a good job in the rice planting experiments." Duan Changhe stood up, nodded to the dozen people and said, and everyone also returned the gifts.

"Rice planting experiments. The villagers here have been growing rice for thousands of years. What experiments are needed for rice planting? Isn't it enough to have the experience taught to us by the older generation? Let's see how our rice seedlings grow, right?" The man holding a pipe in his mouth stood up and asked in confusion.

"This fellow villager, I know you all know how to select seeds, plant seeds, sowing, and harvest. These technologies are left to you by our ancestors. You will naturally learn and use them skillfully. But what we have brought today is the new technologies that our ancestors did not leave you, that is, the new fields and new achievements of rice planting are the scientific research results studied by our scientific research team. Do you understand?" Duan Changhe immediately turned his head and looked at the man and explained with a smile.

"I'm confused about what new technologies and fields, what does it mean?" The man had no cultural background, and several words sounded very fresh, and he immediately wondered.

"Let me briefly tell you, I have brought you a new rice seed. This seed was cultivated in the laboratory and has not yet been widely promoted and tested. So today I am here to use the farmland in your village to conduct new rice seed planting experiments to see if the seedlings cultivated from this seeds and plant them, and if the yield per mu of rice grown is consistent with the data calculated in the laboratory." Duan Changhe continued to explain patiently.

"That's not possible. The fields here are not empty. We are all farmers. Our families need to rely on rice to exchange for money and grain. If the fields are tested for you, what should we eat?" An old man frowned and waved his head.

"Old man, listen to me and say that I mean, the rice we planted is no longer owned by our Ministry of Agriculture. We provide you with free seeds, and all the harvests we planted belong to you. This should be OK, right?" Duan Changhe turned his head and looked at the old man and explained.

"That's it, but are your seeds OK? If the harvest is not high, don't plant them blindly. At that time, it will still delay our affairs?" The old man was still a little worried.

"Brother San, you don't know. I just discussed it in detail with the experts on the road. The experts told me that if the experiment of this kind of rice is successful, the yield per mu will be two or three times that of the rice we are growing now. The experts brought us treasures, so don't interrupt them all the time." Lao Wang took a sip of herbal tea and raised his head to interject.

"What, two or three times, how is this possible? I have lived for most of my life and have never seen anyone grow such a good harvest. Unless your seeds are given by gods, that's possible?" The elderly man named Third Brother suddenly raised his nose and said disapprovingly.

"Village Chief, have you always heard the experts wrongly? Don't say it easily about double the yield per mu. We have never seen it. This rice has been planted in China for thousands of years. If someone can grow such a good harvest, can we not imitate it? I don't think it's possible?" The man smoking a pipe also interrupted, shaking his head to express his disbelief.

"If you don't believe me, then please ask expert Duan to explain to you. What's going on?" Old Wang saw everyone shook their heads, and he was anxious. His old face darkened. He turned his head and looked at Duan Changhe who was smiling with his lips...
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