"how so?"
The faces of the village director and the others were really pretty, and they made a joke for a long time. The wheat ears of the family are thick and strong, tall and big, not only grow well, but also plump, and the maturity rate is even more amazing.
"Is this grown in your field?"
Because it was so amazing, I couldn't believe it and asked again.
Chen Yuejin replied very positively: "Of course, I can guarantee that all the crops in the village will be cut and compared, and it is also my best."
The village director's eyes were red, and he felt that his mood was up and down along the way. At this moment, he finally breathed a sigh of relief: "It's good, it's good, the harvest is good, you don't know how much we worry about you ah."
Chen Yuejin scratched his head, and said with some embarrassment: "Thank you for your concern."
"Let's not talk about anything else. You are lucky. If you were someone else, maybe the crops would become wasteland and nothing would grow."
"Next time, don't do such an exciting thing again, you will almost give me a heart attack."
"However, this time you have a good harvest, and the output is quite abundant, and you have paid so much public grain, which is worthy of praise!"
When Chen Yuejin heard this, he knew in his heart that it was not just luck this time, but the smart one didn't argue, let alone mentioned Chen Yuan's method, and he didn't care what other people thought. In fact, he would only explain it in front of Chen Mian. After all, they are family members, so there is no need to explain what others say.
After all, it was useless for him to say that he was breaking the sky before. Others stopped him from fertilizing, and they would think that there must be an accident in his field. The appearance of those people was regarded as good intentions, and the malicious speculation of these people had a great impact on his life and made him feel stressed.
Even if he succeeds now, it is the result of his silent persistence alone, and has nothing to do with the victim, let alone good luck.
If it weren't for good luck, maybe he gave birth to a good daughter like Chen Yuan, so it's good luck.
The expressions of the village director and the others were a little awkward. They were originally criticizing Chen Yuejin, but now they are praising each other, and they also want to praise and encourage him fiercely. It feels a little embarrassing to stand here extra.
The village leaders left in dismay, and Chen Yuejin continued to load the trucks. The four wheels full of crops weighed several hundred catties. After he handed them over, there was still a large part left.
Today, old man Chen finally fulfilled his promise, that is, to hand over the most grain in the whole village and fight for the first place.
Except for Chen Yue who went in to hand in grain, other villagers also went to hand in grain. They were very surprised to see Chen Yuejin pulling a large cart of wheat.
Moreover, Chen Yuejin's four wheels were shining brightly, such a big target was particularly conspicuous, and it was very difficult not to notice him.
Seeing this situation, other people were suspicious in their hearts, thinking that Chen Yuejin had taken other people's grain, and the wheat behind it belonged to his family? If his family is all good wheat? Could it be that they are trying to fool the past with shoddy workmanship
That's not okay, it concerns the honor of all the farmers in Xiaohe Village.
At the same time, many villagers went to the warehouse to see if the food delivered by Chen Yuejin was fraudulent.
After Chen Yuejin rushed to the grain depot, he found that the number of villagers who came together was particularly large, and finally surrounded the three floors in the surrounding area. The battle seemed unusually large, especially for the people When there are too many, the voice is also very noisy, and many people get together and chatter without knowing what to say.
Suddenly, someone scolded Chen Yuejin: "Old Chen, we absolutely don't allow you to use bad grain to make up for it. The harvest in your field is not good this year, and everyone in the village knows it. It is definitely not so easy to get away with this method. matter."
"I didn't make a fool of myself. All I paid was good food. You guys are quite lenient, and you can take care of everything."
Chen Yuejin frowned and said in a cold voice.
"You have such a dismal harvest this year, where there is good food, you are clearly lying."
Chen Yuejin laughed angrily at the logic of these villagers: "Where is my harvest not good? I have endured and been angry every day for the past few months, so that I can feel proud when I come to pay the grain today. I, Old Chen, are not easy to bully." If you don’t believe me, take it out and compare, and see if my food is several times more than yours, and the quality is several times better than yours.”
As soon as the words came out, everyone looked at each other, all showing very questioning expressions: "How can you have a good harvest?" This thing is really weird, the appearance is tall, strong and plump, how could it be full of grains inside.
"If you still dare to compare, you are not afraid that the wheat that is grinded in public will not yield any grains, and then there will be nothing, and you will be stupid."
"Yes, your eldest daughter ran away in anger. If you harvest well, can she quarrel with you?"
"Chen Mian advised you not to use this method at the beginning, but you didn't listen. You regret it now. There is no regret medicine in the world."
Chen Yuejin knew that it was useless to talk too much. He knew the ignorance of these villagers better than anyone else. At one time he thought he was just like them, but later he realized that he was fundamentally different from them. He was sober, he had Independent thinking, able to judge the truth of the matter, but these villagers can't judge, and already think that he will definitely not have a harvest.
"If you don't believe me, I'll grind out a bag of flour first to open everyone's eyes, but it's best to compare it with one of yours to see how different it is from ordinary grain."
Old man Chen said he took ten catties of rice and handed it to the manager of their village grain depot, who asked him to use a stone mill to grind the flour out.
Just at this time, some villagers didn't believe that Chen Yuejin had really handed in so much grain, so they also took their own ten catties of wheat and handed it to the administrator for grinding.
Putting the two kinds of wheat together, the contrast is extremely tragic.
It's also wheat, the old man Chen planted it golden yellow, the ears of wheat are round and long, and the fruits on them are as big as soybeans. If you describe it, it is particularly strong.
Next to it is the ordinary wheat sent by ordinary villagers. The color is much worse. Although it is also golden brown, it is obvious that the ears of the wheat are all whitish, not as golden as the old man Chen’s. The fruit on the top is even less round, and it is visible to the naked eye, as if it is not full.
From the outside, Chen Yuejin's wheat is superior, but other villagers muttered beside him: "What's the use of being good-looking? You have to have food. Don't look at it but not use it. The whole embroidery Pillow."
"Growing food is for food, not for display. Old man Chen's wheat is fine if he grows flowers and trees as a display. When the leader comes down to inspect it, prepare some. It will be more popular when he visits hahaha. "
This remark caused a lot of laughter from the villagers, who were laughing at Old Man Chen's wheat, which was only good-looking and could only be used as an ornamental. After a busy autumn, he came out lonely and wasted time, isn't it funny
Old man Chen stood aside expressionlessly, listening to the laughter silently.
But these laughter lasted for a few minutes, and soon the villagers couldn't laugh anymore. For a moment, the smiles froze on their faces, because the stone mill started slowly.
As the stone mill slowly rotated, all the wheat pulled by old man Chen was stuffed into the stone mill, and some snow-white flour slowly fell out from the slot below, and was placed on the wooden dustpan on the ground. Then, the white flour was very quiet in color. Normally, the flour milled in the past would be slightly yellowish, but this did not happen to Old Man Chen's flour.
It seems to be white naturally, and it doesn't affect anything if there are some light yellow wheat husks in it, but the color is very bright, and the fragrance is very strong, which is the fragrance of flour.
The stone mill turned clatteringly, and the flour continued to slide down. One handful, two handfuls, three handfuls, still not finished grinding. After grinding for a long time, the faces of the villagers were not as calm as before. His expression was extremely unnatural, his eyes fixed on the pile of flour.
After a long time, the stone mill stopped turning. After touching Chen Yuejin's flour, he weighed it. The number displayed on it shocked everyone. They couldn't believe their eyes.
A catty of wheat normally yields seven or eight taels of flour, and eight taels is when the harvest is particularly good, and that can only be achieved when the weather is favorable. In normal times, it can produce more than seven taels, but Old Man Chen's is much better than theirs. At most, there are so many more.
And every catty is extra two or two catties, ten catties is extra two catties, hundreds of catties? How many kilograms? Then how much more will come out of this.
Everyone was stunned and couldn’t believe that there would be so many noodles. In the past, there were 100% whole flour noodles, but that noodles were black noodles, which couldn’t be compared with white noodles at all. The most common ones were 70-75%, 80% There are a few, but those in the 90s are really unbelievable, and they are still in the second crop. It is unimaginable to grow so many.
Could it be that God has performed a miracle? ? ?
At this time, everyone's thoughts were pulled back, because the stone mill of the grain depot started to turn again, this time it was grinding the wheat of ordinary villagers, and now they saw the difference, the yellowish color was visible to the naked eye, which was different from their previous ones. The plantings are almost the same without any change, but compared with the old man Chen’s, they are far behind. After grinding all of them, they seem to be much less, and the two dustpans are not full.
On the first scale, 7 catties and 5 taels.
Everyone was in an uproar, it really wasn't a miracle, but old man Chen himself had so much.
Then, the storekeeper packed up the two bags of flour. The bag for Chen Yuejin was written as super first-class flour, and the one for ordinary villagers was ordinary second-class flour. compare? ? There's a big difference in the name.
It was too bad to lose.