Chapter 43 make fat

On the road, between the two rows of Zhuantian Yang, trucks and buses shuttle back and forth.In this torrent of vehicles, there are six big green "Jiefang" trucks, which transport manure to the Zhangzhuang production team.Sitting side by side with the driver in the cab of the first big car were two farmers in their early fifties.One is Wu Qingrui, the captain of Zhangzhuang's production team.The other is Zhou Zhaoyu, the captain of Chen Lin's production team.The two production teams Zhangzhuang and Chen Lin have challenged the competition for five consecutive years, so the two captains are also old acquaintances.Zhou Zhaoyu was going out of the city on foot today; Wu Qingrui recognized him from the back while sitting in the car, and invited him to get in the car.

As soon as Zhou Zhaoyu got into the car, Old Wu said, "Old man, this year's wheat you have resisted the red flag again." Old Zhou smiled and did not answer directly, but said: "Old Angkor, look at your catch this year, Next year, the red flag of high wheat production will definitely move." Old Wu knew that Lao Zhou meant that he had caught the manure, and he was very happy in his heart, so he couldn't help laughing.In the past few years, the three-wheat output of the Zhangzhuang production team has always been inferior to that of Chen Lin.Wu Qingrui once again suggested to the team committee to find a way to catch up.Therefore, since this spring, they have followed Chen Lin's method and sent a professional team to the city to pick up excrement and garbage... Wu Qingrui looked at Zhou Zhaoyu, squinted his eyes and laughed for a while, then said : "This is called seeing the advanced and learning!"

When the farmers met, they talked endlessly except for the seedlings and dung.From fertilizer to sorghum, from sorghum to soybean.When Zhou Zhaoyu talked about their production team planting a hundred acres of cotton in the barley field this year, Wu Qingrui almost jumped up with joy: "Hey, you also plant barley and cotton?" Zhou Zhaoyu nodded, imitating the old Wu's accent Said: "This is called learning when you see the advanced!" The two old people smiled knowingly. It turned out that Chen Lin had never grown cotton in the past. Apart from lack of experience, the stubble arrangements for various crops could not be adjusted for a while. He just wanted to expand The cotton field is helpless. In the past few years, although other projects have been ahead of Zhangzhuang, the cotton handed over to the state is not as good as Zhangzhuang. Last fall, they sent people to visit Zhangzhuang during the cotton harvest period. Some commune members were very envious when they saw the snow-capped cotton. Wu Qingrui gave them an idea to interplant cotton in wheat trees. Wu Qingrui is a well-known expert in cotton planting in the county. Lao Zhou knew him The words are correct. Although he didn’t express his attitude immediately, he secretly made up his mind that he must try to plant. Now, he has planted a hundred acres without saying a word, so why doesn’t Lao Wu be happy. It’s a coincidence, Chen Lin was next to the road, and the car came to the edge of Chen Lin's production team, so Lao Wu decided to go and see their cotton trees.

The July sun is hot as hell.The two farmers jumped out of the car and went straight to the cotton field without taking a breath. After harvesting the wheat, the cotton field was already green, and it had already been hoed deeply, leaving deep marks with each foot. The rows of cotton seedlings with five or six leaves stretched out neatly and evenly.Wu Qingrui squatted down, gently stroking the cotton seedlings, watching carefully from leaf to leaf, leaf heart to root. Zhou Zhaoyu stood behind Old Wu and asked impatiently, "Old Angkor, how is Miao Ke?" "Good!" Wu Qingrui replied with satisfaction. "Is the density enough for the standard?"

"enough.". "How about hoeing and loosening the soil?" "Beyond us." "Have you checked to see if there are any pests or diseases?" Wu Qingrui looked carefully at Ye Bei from Ye Bei, and Ye Xin from Ye Bei, and finally nodded with satisfaction. Zhou Zhaoyu's next stone fell to the ground.He breathed a deep sigh of relief, and was smilingly offering cigarettes to Old Wu when he suddenly saw Old Wu frowning.Zhou Zhaoyu couldn't help his heart beating: "Old Angkor, did Cotton have any problems?" Wu Qingrui nodded his head twice, "I didn't say anything else, just not enough fat." Wu Qingrui spit out the last three words word by word.These three words were like three punches, which made Zhou Zhaoyu's eyes sparkle.Fat, right now, is indeed what Chen Lin's production team lacks the most.The domestic manure accumulated in spring, the city manure and wild manure picked up are all used for summer planting.In order to win a good harvest of soybeans, they recently sent over one hundred and dozens of carts of summer manure that had been amassed by surprise to the fields.They didn't arrange fertilizer for cotton topdressing

Looking at Zhou Zhaoyu and the cotton seedlings short of fertilizer, Wu Qingrui was also anxious.As the saying goes, "Wheat is afraid of drought in the womb, and cotton is afraid of lack of seedling fertilizer."The lack of fertilizer for this cotton seedling is a big deal! Alas, I only blame myself for not explaining clearly earlier, how can I have any experience in the new cotton area! "Woo, woo-woo!" The driver was in a hurry, and honked his horn hard on the highway.This suddenly reminded Old Wu. "...Yes, that's the idea: unloading manure!" He pulled Zhou Zhaoyu and ran towards the car: "There is a way, there is a way!" Zhou Zhaoyu was puzzled, and followed Wu Qingrui to the car.I just heard Old Wu say: "Comrade driver, we're here, now unload the manure!"

"Ah? You...?" Zhou Zhaoyu was even more confused. "What am I? Let's do a fair deal. You will give me six cars of fertilizer in a month, and I will plant wheat later!" Before Lao Zhou could speak, Lao Wu gave him a hard push: "What are you still doing, go find People come to transport the fat!" Lao Zhou was so excited that he couldn't speak, so he held Lao Wu's hand tightly and said, "Old Angkor, thank you!" (People's Daily, August 26, 1964).