Courtyard House: After disbanding the Elderly Care Gang, I went to the countryside to cultivate immo

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The days passed quietly amidst anticipation and labor, propelling Heisonggou Village from the lushness of midsummer into the abundance of golden autumn.

The air begins to fill with the dry, sweet scent of ripening grains, and the green of the fields is gradually replaced by intoxicating golden hues.

Over the past few months, Hu Guangming and many villagers have developed an unwavering habit: every day after work, no matter how tired they are, they always go around to the experimental field for educated youth at the north end of the village, stand there for a while, smoke a pipe, squint their eyes, and take a closer look.

Watching the wheat ears grow fuller day by day, watching the corn stalks sprout taller than a person, their broad leaves protecting the already swollen ears inside, watching the densely packed bean pods in the bean field turn from green to pale yellow, plump and seemingly ready to burst open at any moment…

If I don't come and see this place, I feel empty inside, and I can't sleep soundly at night. I always feel like something is missing.

The crops in the experimental field were growing so well that even a blind man could tell.

The wheat stalks were thicker and stronger than those in the fields, the ears of wheat were longer and denser, and the grains gleamed with a lustrous golden light in the sunlight.

The corn stalks stand tall like a forest, their leaves dark green and glossy, looking like a small forest from afar.

The soybean fields were a mix of green and yellow, laden with soybean pods, with hardly any empty space in sight.

This obvious difference, like a giant magnet, attracted everyone's attention and silently planted a heavy fruit called "hope" in everyone's heart.

Though no one said it aloud, the unspoken expectation and subtle excitement that flowed through the village when their eyes met was like an undercurrent.

When the wheat in the experimental field first turned a pure and dazzling golden yellow, signifying complete maturity, the atmosphere in the entire Heisonggou Village was instantly ignited.

Hu Guangming, like a general about to launch a final assault, spoke with a slightly distorted tone through the village's loudspeaker.

"Attention all commune members! Anyone who can move, bring your tools and assemble at the experimental field on the north slope! We're harvesting wheat!" Hu Guangming shouted at the top of his lungs, his face flushed with excitement.

Soon, all the able-bodied men in the village turned out, including women who usually did housework, teenagers, and even elderly people who were still relatively nimble. They all took sickles, ropes, and carrying poles and followed the flow of people toward the golden expanse.

Three acres of wheat don't actually require that many people.

But everyone wanted to harvest the wheat as soon as possible, so Hu Guangming arranged for the most experienced and nimble laborers to be the "main force." They lined up and wielded gleaming sickles, combing the wheat field from one end to the other like a comb.

The heavy wheat stalks fell neatly under the sharp blade, making a pleasant "swish" sound, and the air was filled with the unique fragrance of fresh wheat stalks.

Women and children followed closely behind the harvesting team, carrying out an almost carpet-like "sweep".

"Be careful! Keep your eyes peeled! Not a single ear of grain can be missed!" Hu Guangming paced back and forth in the field, loudly instructing, "These are golden nuggets! It would break my heart to lose even one!"

The women bent over, and the children stared wide-eyed as they carefully searched the freshly cut stubble.

In just half a day, the wheat in the three-acre experimental field was completely harvested, and not a single ear of wheat could be found that had escaped the harvest.

The harvested wheat was bundled into sturdy bundles and carried back to the threshing ground in the center of the village, one load at a time, using shoulder poles.

Hu Guangming had already cleared out a designated area in the threshing ground.

The newly harvested bundles of wheat were neatly arranged here. Hu Guangming even assigned two responsible old commune members to sit on small stools next to them, taking turns guarding the area day and night, not allowing anyone to approach, and even more so, not allowing chickens, ducks, or livestock to damage them.

This fierce protection demonstrates the importance of these wheat crops in everyone's hearts.

A few days later, the wheat in the fields of the village was also harvested.

The entire village of Heisonggou was immersed in the joy and exhaustion of the harvest.

On the threshing floor, other haystacks were piled higher and higher, but the "golden mountain" belonging to the experimental field was always carefully protected and dried separately.

When the wheat in the experimental field was thoroughly dried, the straw was brittle, and the grains were hard, Hu Guangming decided to thresh this batch first!

The news spread, causing a sensation throughout the village.

On the day of the wheat threshing, almost everyone in the village, young and old, men and women, who could walk, came.

Everyone craned their necks, whispering among themselves, their eyes filled with curiosity, anticipation, and a hint of nervousness.

"They're here! They're here!" someone shouted.

Hu Guangming personally led the team, with several of the strongest and most experienced men spreading out the dried wheat bundles evenly, and the heavy stone roller was fitted onto the two strongest mules.

"Giddy up!" The old man in charge of driving the millstone shouted, and the whip cracked in the air.

The mule strode forward with steady steps, pulling the round stone mill, and began to grind the spread-out ears of wheat in circles.

The grinding sound rang out as the wheat husks cracked, and golden grains of wheat scattered and separated under the millstone.

Compacting, threshing, winnowing... a series of processes were carried out in an orderly manner under the watchful eyes of everyone.

When the last gust of wind blew away, leaving only mounds of wheat grains shimmering with pure golden light in the autumn sun, a low, barely suppressed gasp of amazement rippled through the crowd.

"My God, these wheat grains are so plump!"

"Look at that color, so golden and pleasing to the eye!"

"It smells wonderful!"

The wheat grains hadn't undergone the final drying process yet, but Hu Guangming couldn't wait any longer.

He had someone bring over the team's large scale and several brand-new large sacks.

"Bag it! Weigh it!" Hu Guangming's voice trembled slightly with excitement.

Several of the most efficient and clean commune members carefully shoveled the golden wheat grains into burlap sacks using brand-new wooden shovels, tied the sacks tightly, and then lifted them up to weigh them.

"One bag, 187 jin!"

"This bag weighs 192 jin!"

"..."

Each number announced elicited a collective gasp from those around them.

Because the wheat grains were not completely dry and still contained moisture, the astonishing weight of the bag and the exceptionally plump appearance of the wheat grains already foreshadowed an extraordinary result.

After all the wheat grains had been weighed, the accountant, abacus in hand, under the watchful eyes of countless people, rattled off a series of crisp clicks before finally announcing a figure: "Three mu of land, total gross weight 3,326 jin!"

The crowd fell silent for a moment, then erupted into an even louder uproar.

"How much? Over three thousand three hundred jin? Three mu of land?!"

"More than 1,100 jin per mu on average?!"

"My goodness..."

Hu Guangming suppressed his wildly beating heart and gestured for everyone to quiet down: "Don't rush! This is still wet! After drying, we still need to remove the moisture! According to the old rules, we'll need to reduce the weight by about 15% after drying!"

Someone immediately did the math: "Even dried, it would weigh... over 2,800 jin? More than 930 jin per mu?!"

Nine hundred and thirty jin! This number exploded like a thunderclap in the threshing ground, then rolled through everyone's hearts. After a brief silence, a thunderous roar of cheers erupted!

"oh--!!!"

"Thank God!"

"Over 900 jin! That's more than three mu of land we used to have!"

The old people were so excited that their beards trembled, and they kept muttering, "May our ancestors bless us, may our ancestors bless us..." At that moment, no one cared that their words were inappropriate.

The women hugged their children, weeping with joy.

The men waved their hats vigorously, laughed loudly, and punched each other on the shoulder.

Although the children did not fully understand the meaning of the number, they were infected by the adults' ecstasy and jumped, screamed, and played along.

Lin Shengli stood at the edge of the crowd, watching the scene of jubilation and pure joy caused by the harvest, and a smile involuntarily crept onto his face.

The yield of over 930 jin per mu far exceeded his expectations, and even more so than the average wheat yield of 200-300 jin per mu in that era.

It should be noted that even in his memories from his previous life, in the early 21st century when pesticides and fertilizers were widely used and breeding technology was advanced, it was not easy for wheat yields per mu to remain stable at over 500 jin in many places.

Right now, using only space-optimized seeds and a group of educated youth with not-so-meticulous farming and management, they have achieved such an amazing yield on the newly reclaimed wasteland.

This fully demonstrates the extraordinary potential of space seeds.

What about Hu Guangming? This old team leader, who had spent most of his life working the land and always wanted to make sure his fellow villagers had enough to eat, suddenly seemed to have all his strength drained after his initial ecstatic shouts, and collapsed onto the ground covered with wheat husks and dust.

He looked up at the vast, clear blue autumn sky, then at the dazzling golden wheat heap before him, and then at the faces around him, contorted with joy yet incredibly vibrant and alive. The muscles in his face twitched uncontrollably.

He opened his mouth as if to laugh, but first let out a sob. Then, two streams of murky, hot tears welled up from his weathered eyes, which were now surprisingly bright. They streamed down his sun-darkened face, streaked with wheat dust, leaving two clear furrows.

He didn't wipe away the tears, letting them flow freely, but a smile spread across his face, revealing a pure, childlike smile that was a mixture of immense joy, relief, and a certain indescribable sense of vicissitude and emotion.

At this moment, all the hard work, worries, and expectations have transformed into tangible, substantial, and golden rewards in these tears and smiles.

The threshing ground turned into a sea of ​​joy.

The joy of the harvest ignited a spark in the hearts of everyone in Heisonggou Village.

This is not just a bumper harvest of three acres of wheat. The remaining seven acres of corn and soybeans in the experimental field are still waiting for the final inspection in the fields, but in everyone's hearts, an even louder song of harvest has already been sung.