"I'm so angry!"

"I thought they were very powerful people before, but they turned out to be similar to Zhang Jiang!"

Sitting in the car, Zhu Hong spoke angrily.

Zheng Chaoyang and others had almost no contempt for Zhang Jiang, which really made Zhu Hong angry.

Didn't they see that Zhang Jiang first spoke big words and then ran away from the battlefield?

What is so amazing and enviable about this kind of bipolar behavior?

"Okay, okay, don't get angry with them."

He Yuzhu said: "They all know Zhang Jiang. Zhang Jiang was also a moderate leader in your compound before, so it is not surprising at all to have this idea."

"Besides, they don't have any grudges against Zhang Jiang."

"I don't have any grudges against Zhang Jiang!" Zhu Hong said immediately, "I'm just acting from the most normal perspective. How can someone say something but not be able to do it, and then run away halfway?"

"Such people are scum who don't keep their word!"

He Yuzhu was a little speechless: Look at your comments like this, you are scolded, and you still say there is no grudge?

Zhu Hong was furious and looked out the window, seeing the scene of walking backwards and pedestrians riding bicycles.

"Can't you go to work this afternoon?"

He Yuzhu said: "It's okay to go up, it's okay not to go up, after all, I have already arranged all the work."

"That's ok, let's go for a walk outside the city today?"

Zhu Hong suggested.

He Yuzhu looked at her in surprise: "This autumn, there is a chilling atmosphere everywhere, everything is withering; outside the city are all production teams working, what is there to relax about?"

Zhu Hong was unhappy and stopped talking.

He Yuzhu smiled: "Okay, let's go and relax."

"Xiao Liu, where is your home? I will drive to your home first, and then I will drive myself."

"ah?"

The driver Xiao Liu was surprised: "Director He, can you drive?"

After hearing He Yuzhu's affirmative answer, the driver Xiao Liu was still a little uneasy: "Why don't you try driving first? If there is anything, I can help you?"

He was also afraid. Director He must not just think that driving is easy and just want to drive.

Once something happens then, you will really be in bad luck.

He Yuzhu smiled and asked him to stop the car. He drove the car around a few turns and returned to the original place: "Do you think I can drive?"

The driver Xiao Liu immediately felt relieved: "Of course you can drive!"

After saying that, he got out of the car: "Director He, you can go and do your work. My house is not far ahead. I can just walk home by myself!"

Of course He Yuzhu knew that he was being polite and asked him to get in the car to take him home, but he didn't get on.

"Don't be stubborn and really walk back. Take the bus." He Yuzhu said, "It's a ten-mile journey. It's quite tiring."

The driver Xiao Liu quickly smiled and said: "It's not in the way, it's not in the way, it's not a long way!"

After he declined, he turned around and left.

He Yuzhu felt really helpless - he really didn't want to show off such authority, but the driver, Xiao Liu, was too discerning!

Driving a car and taking Zhu Hong out of Sijiu City.

Looking around, you can see flat fields and occasional rolling hills.

Zhu Hong was a little surprised along the way: "Brother Yuzhu, you really know how to drive a car!"

"Um……"

He Yuzhu stopped the car by the side of the road and led Zhu Hong out of the car.

Can you relax looking at such a scenery?

In the fields, people from the production team are busy tending the land.

They turned up the land and used iron prongs to break up the soil, fearing that there would be large pieces of hardened land that would delay the planting and growth of winter wheat.

This kind of work is enough to make ordinary city people who have never done farm work suffer from back pain and calluses on their hands within two hundred meters.

However, this is the simplest and most relaxing part of farm work.

Zhu Hong originally wanted to relax and feel more comfortable, but looking at the busyness of these people, he became a little curious.

"Why do they beat the dirt inside the fields?"

"It's not soil, but clods of soil. From Shandong to Hebei to Henan, the name of this kind of soil is Tu Kao Litter. Breaking up the Tu Kao Litter and fertilizing it is an important way to ensure the next year's food production..."

As He Yuzhu was talking, he suddenly remembered a certain magical advertisement "Jin Kao La" from later generations, and couldn't help but smile a little - the magical fertilizer developed by foreigners and brought to our country was actually called Jin Kao La, and it was also transported by train from abroad.

The picture of Jin Jiala is so outrageous that it’s hard to stand up.

It would be strange if foreigners could know what "Koela" is.

"Will the yield per mu be very high?" Zhu Hong asked.

He Yuzhu shook his head slightly: "It won't be very high, but compared to fields that have not been plowed or fertilized, the harvest will be higher, but in essence, it does not break away from the labor scope of traditional agriculture."

To truly increase agricultural output, we need various chemical fertilizers and pesticides. Now the production team has to manually kill insects, catch voles manually, and use human and animal excrement as fertilizer... The output can only be said to have improved the precision of human labor to the extreme, but in the end it has reached

reached the limit.

It’s not just collective labor and laziness, but the output of this model really has a limit. It depends on God’s face. There is no need for change and innovation. The limit is just food and clothing.

The limitation of traditional agriculture is that it is almost impossible for man to conquer nature.

This is only possible if there are a large number of complete facilities.

"Brother Yuzhu, why are you laughing?" Zhu Hong looked at He Yuzhu and couldn't help but ask when he saw a smile on his face.

"It's nothing, I just thought about some things about agricultural work."

He Yuzhu said.

Zhu Hong asked again: "What exactly is going on? Can you tell me about it?"

He Yuzhu smiled and said nothing.

Tell Zhu Hong "Jin Ke La"?

This kind of thing is too early for this era.

Seeing him like this, Zhu Hong couldn't relax anymore and got directly back into the car.

"Going back?" He Yuzhu also returned to the car and asked.

Zhu Hong handed over his palm: "My hand is cold, please warm it up."

He Yuzhu looked at her inquiringly.

Zhu Hong lowered his head, as if nothing happened, and grabbed He Yuzhu's hand and wrapped it in his own palm.

After a while, her palms warmed up, and she hummed nonchalantly, looking at the scenery outside the front window: "Children of heroes...brave..."

She slowly crossed her fingers with He Yuzhu's.

Then he swallowed softly, and fiddled with He Yuzhu's palm as if he was just playing with it casually.

He Yuzhu took back his hand: "Go back?"

Zhu Hong was stunned for a moment and said nothing.

"Go back, I'll see you off."

He Yuzhu said again.

Zhu Hong was silent and suddenly said: "My hands are still a little cold."

He Yuzhu turned to look at her.
Chapter completed!