The World: Tu Ziqiang's Counterattack

"Where's the fertilizer?" Tian Xifeng broke the silence first, "Have you used enough fertilizer?"

"Foot up?" Pu Chenggen smiled wryly, "Basically not!"

"Is there much difference between using fertilizers?" Tu Ziqiang asked an idiotic question because he had never planted land in two lifetimes.

Pu Chenggen gave Tu Ziqiang a blank look, and played with the wine glass to himself.

"It's more than half of the fertilizer?" Tian Xifeng said while looking at Pu Chenggen.

"Let's put it this way, rice can increase yield by 1200 catties with enough chemical fertilizers! Corn, on the other hand," Pu Chenggen paused, "1600 catties!"

Tu Ziqiang was dumbfounded, and Tian Xifeng was also stunned.

"Per mu..." Pu Chenggen added, "If you can get fertilizer, the county officials will kneel down for you on the spot!"

After Pu Chenggen finished speaking, the room fell into silence, and the atmosphere was very depressing.

"How much is needed per mu?" Tu Ziqiang tapped the table with his finger, "How big is the gap?"

"Do you have a way to get fertilizer?" Pu Chenggen's body tensed up suddenly, and he ignored the wine glass when his arm was knocked down. He tightly held Tu Ziqiang's arm with his big hand, and looked at Tu Ziqiang expectantly.

"One mu needs 120 to 170 catties of chemical fertilizers, and the entire Antu County has a total of more than 79 mu of cultivated land!" Pu Chenggen's tone was very urgent, obviously knowing the number of cultivated land by heart.

"Let me try..." Tu Ziqiang pursed his lips and said softly.

"One ton of chemical fertilizer and ten tons of rice!" Pu Chenggen licked his lips, his blood-red eyes were full of greed, "I agreed for the county official! He dare not exchange it with my Wanbao Commune, and I will help you go to other counties if there is more." Change!"

"Hey, hey, there's no horoscope," Tu Ziqiang looked at Pu Chenggen calmly, "But I will try my best."

Pu Chenggen slowly let go of his hand, and his buttocks fell on the kang...

Banlangen looked left and right with curious little eyes...

"Then let's talk about the 28 educated youths in the devil city first..." Park Chenggen calmed down, turned his head and asked with a smile, "How about fourteen tons of rice?"

"The issue of educated youth and fertilizer can't be decided this time," Tu Ziqiang shook his head slowly, "I have to go back to Jichun tomorrow."

The wine in Pu Chenggen's glass was stagnant, and his face was full of disappointment.

"But I'll definitely be back within a month," Tu Ziqiang continued with a smile, "I'll give you the result then..."

"Okay!" Park Chenggen's wine glass rested heavily on the table, "Then there's nothing else to do tonight? Change to a bigger bowl!"

I am Nima!The rest of the time couldn't bear to watch, Tu Ziqiang regretted not taking Hao Shulin with him this trip over and over again...

The small eyes of Banlangen smiled more and more.

Although the five-kilogram plastic barrel was not full, there were at least eight or nine catties of wine.

The more Pu Chenggen drank, the more excited he became, and even started to talk about Lin Meihua's love affair back then. Lin Meihua blushed when he talked about it, and Banlangen seemed to understand...

The guest must have had a good time, but the host must have had a good time too. Tu Ziqiang declined Pu Chenggen's overnight stay arrangement—there was only a big kang, and his wife and children were there. That's not the case.

"Old Haotou lives in that room by himself..." Pu Chenggen said in a low voice before leaving after arranging Tu Ziqiang and Tu Ziqiang in the vacant room of the educated youth.

Tian Xifeng didn't seem to hear, threw himself on the bed and fell asleep under the quilt.

Tu Ziqiang hesitated looking at the lights of the yellow mud brick house in the distance, and finally walked over...

dong dong dong...

"Here!" Old Hao stood up reflexively, not forgetting to answer loudly.

"Hush! Uncle Hao, it's me, Tu Ziqiang..." Tu Ziqiang said softly outside the door.

Old Haotou loosened his body, then tightened it suddenly, moved his lips twice and finally said nothing, walked over slowly and opened the door.

Outside the door was Tu Ziqiang's face that smelled of alcohol.

Old Haotou looked at Tu Ziqiang with complicated eyes for a long time, and finally let him into the house quietly.

In a room of ten square meters, there is only one bed and one chair.The bed was covered with a thin quilt, and there was a small boxy window on the wall.

Old Hao looked around instinctively, closed the door gently, turned around and stood beside the bed, watching Tu Ziqiang quietly.

"Uncle Hao, I live in Guangzi, and the front room is Zhou Bingyi's house..." The old man didn't sit down, and neither did Tu Ziqiang.

"I met you when you came to inspect the optical film..." Tu Ziqiang added.

The old Haotou looked at Tu Ziqiang with complicated eyes, and the word "sitting" burst out of his mouth, and he himself slowly sat on the edge of the bed.

"Uncle Hao, are you in good health?" Tu Ziqiang sat down slowly and greeted with concern.

"Well, it's okay..." Old Hao lowered his head slightly, his voice was very dull, his whole body remained motionless, like a stone Buddha.

"You suddenly disappeared, Dongmei is going crazy..." Tu Ziqiang organized his words.

"Hi, this kid." Old Hao's shoulders trembled imperceptibly, "I got her in trouble..."

"Dongmei..." Tu Ziqiang has yet to say more.

"Is there anything else?" Old Hao interrupted Tu Ziqiang, and slowly raised his head.Gujing Wubo's eyes were inexplicably sharp, and the intention of chasing guests was obvious.

"It's like this, Uncle Hao, I'm not sure about something, and I want to ask you for advice..." Tu Ziqiang was slightly taken aback, and then cut straight to the point.

How the Red Star Mutual Aid was established and operated.Now that there is a shortage of food, how did I plan to come to Yanbian? Now the key to solving the problem falls on chemical fertilizers...

There are so many different things...

Old Haotou listened expressionlessly, but his old eyes were shining brightly.

After Tu Ziqiang finished speaking in one breath, he quietly waited for old Haotou's response.

And the old Haotou remained motionless like a stone statue, if it wasn't for his eyeballs still shining...

"Drink some water..." Old Haotou slowly picked up the big tea mug on the window sill and handed it to Tu Ziqiang.

Tu Ziqiang was not polite, he drank so much and talked too much.

Old Hao's eyes flickered, watching Tu Ziqiang drink up the water in the big tea mug, and the room fell into silence again.

a long time.

"I am a person who has made mistakes..." Old Haotou stopped struggling, and resumed his stone Buddha demeanor, speaking slowly.

"Uncle Hao, you know it in your heart." Tu Ziqiang interrupted Old Hao, who remained motionless and stopped talking.

"Your today doesn't depend on what you did yesterday," Tu Ziqiang said slowly, "your tomorrow doesn't depend on what you did today..."

Old Hao suddenly raised his head, and Tu Ziqiang's heart skipped a beat suddenly with his falcon-like gaze.

Tu Ziqiang rubbed his eyes unconsciously, and the old Haotou turned into that harmless stone statue again.

Everything just now seemed to be an illusion...

The oil lamp was burning, and the room was eerily quiet...

Old Hao's eyes were on the chair legs, as if they were some kind of rare treasure.

Tu Ziqiang had finished what he had to say, and he didn't say a word anymore. He crossed his arms and looked at the old man quietly.

Zila, poof...

The lamp oil was burned out, the oil lamp was extinguished, and the moonlight outside the window shone on Old Haotou's body.

"I know about the chemical fertilizer..." Old Hao slowly raised his head and looked at Tu Ziqiang and said.

The rickety figure stretched slowly, and there was actually a majestic feeling...