Trojan County.

Golden wheat seedlings, rape and other grains are constantly undulating in the breeze, and the vegetable leaves on the ground have long been cut back to feed the pigs, and only short short stems are left in the field.

With the exception of the steel mills, which cannot be stopped, the production of cement plants and the like has been stopped, and all the forces that can be mobilized must be prepared for the rush to plant and harvest, and if the season is delayed, the crops may be delayed for a season, and no one dares to be careless.

Countless people were busy in the fields, cutting wheat and digging potatoes, from time to time bursts of laughter and laughter, and the joy of harvest flowed from their faces with sweat.

Although the grain in the base areas of the Eighth Route Army on the periphery was greatly damaged a while ago, Trojan County ushered in a bumper harvest.

The water pumped up from the raging Trojan River by the irrigation station ensured irrigation, and the wheat seedlings bent the branches heavily, and when they went down with a hoe, fist-sized potatoes hung all over the bean stalks......

When the people who suffered from famine saw this scene, their hearts were finally much more relieved.

As a farmer, you must always see that there is grain in stock, so that you can be sure in your heart.

"The devils on the periphery are indeed grabbing food with the people, but they are all dispatched by several squads, and they don't dare to disperse their actions at all, plus our troops who stay on the periphery attack from time to time to harass, and the losses of the people are not too ......great."

In the regiment headquarters, Xu Yunle reported: "Compared with the madness of the Japanese army grabbing grain in the Eighth Route Army Defense Area, the situation in our defense area is much better, it seems that Abe Guixiu doesn't seem to be so concerned about this grain grabbing......

"It's not that I'm not careful, it's that I'm scared!"

Wang Ma pole Mao Ying and others said happily: "Not only us, the guns we distributed before also played a key role, not only the last time in Dabao Town, the little devil was ambushed by the people with guns very badly, now from time to time someone secretly shoots at the little devil, the little devil is now out of the city and watchtower, he is terrified......"

Thinking of the embarrassed appearance of those Japanese soldiers who panicked when they heard the wind and grass, for fear that someone would shoot coldly, everyone couldn't help but start laughing.

"Don't be so optimistic, if those Japanese soldiers are really as timid as you say, this war, we can't fight the current situation!"

Lu Yuan said coldly: "We don't know how many people the little devil died, but how many people we died, if you don't know, you can go and see our martyr's cemetery - the little devil is not muddy, I remember it!" ”

The regiment won many battles and inflicted heavy losses on the Japanese army, and many generals and soldiers began to be a little fluttering, thinking that the Japanese army was nothing more than that. ad_250_left();

He had to pour a few scoops of cold water on everyone from time to time, so as not to encourage this atmosphere of arrogance.

"Got it, Commander......"

Everyone said in unison.

There are more than 4,000 people in the tombstones and dense names of martyrs in the martyrs' cemetery, and the blood of those soldiers and militiamen is always reminding them that they must not be taken lightly.

"Regiment Commander, don't be angry, Camp Commander Xu and Camp Commander Wang don't really ignore the devil - this is not a bumper harvest of grain in our county, everyone is happy!"

Su Yan smiled and said: "Several early-maturing wheat fields have been harvested, according to the estimate of Village Chief Zhang, the yield of wheat per mu is at least 300 catties, and the barley must be about 200 catties, our county has planted 8,000 mu of wheat this season, more than 4,000 mu of barley, according to the average yield of 250 catties per mu, at least nearly 3 million catties of grain can be harvested, not to mention that we have also planted thousands of mu of potatoes, as well as peas and beans and ......."

"Yes, yes!"

Wang Ma Pole and Big Bear followed Lu Yuan for the longest time, and said with a shy face: "We are really happy at the thought of harvesting so much food - we have fought so many games with the little devil, can we underestimate the little devil?" ”

Lu Yuan's face looked a little better, and he stared at Su Yan again and asked, "Is the yield per mu only more than two hundred catties?" Too little, right? ”

“…… More than 200 pounds is less? ”

As soon as these words came out, the big dog and bear present screamed, and put on the posture of an old farmer and said: "Deserter, no one dares to disobey you in this war and invention, but when it comes to farming, I will be the first to disagree - the yield of wheat per mu is more than 200 and nearly 300 catties, are you still too little?" In normal years, it is good to be able to collect one hundred and fifty catties per mu! ”

"That's it!"

Wang Mazhuan, Xu Yun and others echoed and said: "That is, there is a pumping machine irrigation station in our county, and the head of the regiment, you don't ask the Eighth Road, the yield of 150 catties per mu is considered a high yield - don't forget, this kind of crop, it is a meal that depends on the sky, God does not appreciate the face, and it is not impossible to harvest the grains......"

"Yes, Commander, you can be content - about three million catties of wheat and barley, how many white flour buns can you make?"

Luo Qinghu also interjected, a long way is simply a posture of a snake swallowing an elephant with insufficient hearts.

"Hey...... This yield per mu is too low! ”

Lu Yuan couldn't stop shaking his head and said, 300,000 catties of grain, which is a lot, but don't forget, there are nearly 20,000 mouths waiting to eat in Trojan County!

Of 20,000 people, one person is only 150 pounds of wheat!

Today's people are not as short of oil and water as they will be in a few decades, and they can eat more than one in their stomachs, just take the big bear as an example, half a pound of steamed buns, if this guy lets go of eating, he can kill five or six in one meal and is only half full, and even Xiaohua, an eight-and-a-half-year-old girl, can kill two in one meal!

Not to mention, just this amount of grain can be enough for 20,000 people to last until the autumn harvest, a full four months!

Three million catties, is it much?

Fortunately, there is no empty place in the fields everywhere in the county, pumpkins and loofahs, plus all kinds of vegetables or some wild vegetables picked from the mountains, plus peas, beans and potatoes, half a meal and half a vegetable are mixed and eaten, and you can also buy some from outside.

Otherwise, it is estimated that this amount of food will be eaten up in a month.

This year is different, the crops on the periphery have been badly destroyed by the little devils, at least it is almost useless to buy food nearby, and you have to find a way to set aside a part of it, in case the famine breaks out, you can help those ordinary people.

These are all things that Lu Yuan considers, so he is simply unacceptable to the yield per mu of this grain.

You must know that in a few decades, the yield of wheat per mu is six or seven hundred catties, which is simply normal.

Although there is a reason for the large use of chemical fertilizers for wheat seed improvement, the current yield is less than half of that time, and he is uncomfortable to think about it.

After all, if the yield per mu can be increased by more than 100 catties, many problems can be solved!