"Pingzi, stop bullying Jianguo!" Xu Shaomin came over and patted Zhang Junping, "You're not married yet, you don't understand.
What man doesn’t want to be more powerful?”
Qiu Jianguo held Xu Shaomin's hand with tears in his eyes: "A confidant!"
"What are you talking about? Why can't I understand you?"
"No...nothing, let's talk about some topics between men!" Zhang Junping smiled awkwardly.
"Tch, virtue!" Qiu Wenyan rolled her eyes at Zhang Junping, ignored him, and turned to chat with her second sister.
While Zhang Junping and his party were eating, drinking, chatting, and happily discussing marriage, Nie Xinghua was also very happy.
Because at the just-concluded farm party committee meeting, Nie Xinghua achieved a decisive victory.
…
"Old Pan, things are like this now. What do you think?" Nie Xinghua called Pan Wanxing to the office, told him Zhang Junping's words without concealing them, and told him everything Zhang Junping thought.
, then stared at Pan Wanxing and asked.
In fact, not only Zhang Junping was suspicious, but even Nie Xinghua began to suspect that this was a trap dug by Pan Wanxing after Zhang Junping reminded him.
A pit that would bury him into without knowing when.
Because Zhang Junping is his relationship, Zhang Junping's father will naturally be considered to have been arranged by Nie Xinghua to join the logistics department.
Putting an illiterate person in such an important position.
Later he told others that he didn't know, wasn't clear?
"Illiterate?" Pan Wanxing was obviously stunned and quickly explained: "Secretary, I really didn't know that Lao Zhang was illiterate!
I just consider the relationship between Lao Zhang and Xiao Zhang. With him coordinating, we can save some supplies, or we can exchange more of the same supplies."
Faced with Pan Wanxing's explanation, Nie Xinghua was noncommittal, just nodded, and continued to ask: "What do you think of Xiao Zhang's idea?"
Nie Xinghua had no intention of delving further into whether Pan Wanxing was digging a hole.
There's no point in delving into it.
He was bitten to death because he didn't know that Zhang's father was illiterate, so who could say anything?
"Now we can only follow his ideas, otherwise people will suspect that we set a trap for him.
However, it is indeed a good idea to open a restaurant near the venue.
Who stipulates that people on our farm can only eat in the canteen? Can’t they go to a restaurant to improve their lives?”
"Since you agree, then the matter is settled." Nie Xinghua said directly.
"Just follow the secretary's wishes!
Secretary, should we arrange for the comrades in the logistics department to buy that fertilizer as soon as possible?
To avoid long nights and many dreams, it’s better to be safe.”
"I have already handed over the logistics to Xiao Zheng."
"Secretary, look, let's hold a meeting to discuss the fertilizer distribution plan?" Pan Wanxing continued.
"Distribution plan? Our own share, plus the 200 tons of chemical fertilizers brought by Xiao Zhang, there are 600 tons of chemical fertilizers in total. It should be enough to fertilize all the farmland on the farm."
“Secretary, your idea is certainly a good one, but the land is different, some are fertile and some are barren.
The required fertilizers are naturally different." Pan Wanxing said with a smile as the corners of his mouth turned up.
This was Pan Wanxing's favorite thing to do in the past, which was to bully Nie Xinghua because he didn't know how to farm.
This trick worked every time, and it made Nie Xinghua very depressed, but there was nothing he could do about it.
Nie Xinghua understood clearly that Pan Wanxing was fighting for the right to distribute fertilizers, or was trying to get him in trouble by allocating fertilizers to him.
"Okay, then let's hold a meeting to discuss it according to Director Pan's wishes." Nie Xinghua leaned back on the sofa and said with a faint smile.
I sneered in my heart, Damn! Here we go again.
Do you really think I am, or did you just come here two years ago?
The secretary went to notify several other deputy secretaries, deputy field directors, militia company commanders, and women's directors to come over for a meeting.
It didn't take long, and the secretary came over to inform that everyone was already waiting in the conference room.
"Let's go! Don't keep comrades waiting!" Nie Xinghua stood up and took a few newspapers and his notebook.
Pan Wanxing entered the conference room first, followed by Nie Xinghua.
"Ahem!" Nie Xinghua coughed twice and began to speak.
"Comrades, I believe you have all heard about it. Yesterday, several major events happened on our farm.
And they are all good things and happy events.
Not only did we get ten more tractors, but we also got 200 tons more fertilizer.
As a result, our total fertilizer supply this autumn will reach 600 tons."
The audience spontaneously burst into excited applause.
Nie Xinghua pressed his hands to stop the applause, and then said: "Regarding the distribution of chemical fertilizers, Director Pan wants to hold a meeting to discuss it.
I think this is very good. Our Communist Party is all about science and democracy.
Now, let me ask Director Pan to talk about the distribution of fertilizers." After Nie Xinghua finished speaking, he gave the stage to Pan Wanxing.
"Comrades, what I mean is that we must concentrate our superior strength, concentrate chemical fertilizers, and give priority to high-quality farmland. Only in this way can we truly achieve a jump in wheat production."
"Director Pan, our farm has a total of 12,000 acres of cultivated land, including 8,600 acres of high-quality cultivated land and 3,400 acres of barren cultivated land containing gravel.
How do you plan to allocate it centrally?" Liang Guanghui asked, raising his hand.
"Director Liang, the data of 8,600 acres of high-quality cultivated land is not accurate.
About 2,700 acres of it can barely meet the standards of high-quality farmland.
My idea is that the 5,900 acres of truly high-quality cultivated land will be allocated at a rate of 150 catties per mu, and the remaining 2,700 acres of less cultivated land will be distributed at a rate of 100 catties per mu."
"Fifty-nine hundred acres of high-quality cultivated land? I wonder where Director Pan came from with this data?"
In other words, Director Pan's standard is who listens to you?" Ge Dapao, the militia company commander, suddenly interjected and asked.
Looking at the ugly Pan Wanxing, Nie Xinghua smiled and waved his hands, interrupting everyone's argument.
There's no point in continuing the argument, because those who didn't speak were Pan Wanxing's people.
Nie Xinghua was the first to speak: "Director Pan also has to be scientific when farming.
According to research by experts and professors from the National Agricultural University, uric acid should not exceed 100 kilograms per acre of land.
More than 100 kilograms will not increase the yield, but may cause a decrease in wheat yield.
Also, these 100 kilograms of fertilizer are not spread into the ground at once.
Instead, it should be spread separately, and the first pass should be used as a base fertilizer, and should be tilled and buried deeply three days before sowing.
It is best to use 50 to 60 jins of basal fertilizer per acre of land.
The second top dressing is done after the Chinese New Year, and it must be cultivated and sown, not broadcast or blended into the water.
Thirty to forty pounds of top dressing per acre of land...
so!
Mr. Pan, you are right in saying that concentrating superior forces will ensure an increase in production.
But, who told us that we have enough chemical fertilizer to use for all the wheat?" Nie Xinghua laughed proudly.
I couldn't help but feel grateful to Zhang Junping.
"It sounds nice, but who knows if it's true or not?" Director Pan was shocked in his heart, but he curled his lips unwilling to admit defeat.
"That's right, Secretary Nie, farming is not about writing articles. Talking on paper is not enough."
"Director Pan, Secretary Li, I have to criticize you on this point.
You must study more and read more books.
The Party Central Committee once said that farming should also be scientific." As Nie Xinghua said, he threw the three newspapers and magazines he had just brought onto the conference table.
"Director Pan, Secretary Li, read more books and newspapers when you have time!
You also have "Scientific Farming", "Fertilizer Industry", and "Shanghai Agricultural Science and Technology". Have you read it?" Nie Xinghua asked seriously: "Or, you Pan Wanxing and you Li Sansheng don't believe in science?
?Turn a deaf ear to the spirit of the Party Central Committee’s instructions?”