Zhao Gang didn't say much, put down his official duties and took Zhou Weihan around the station.
The breeding farm was built at the foot of the mountain, and the boundaries were enclosed by fences. Inside was a large open space and several loess houses.
"This is the breeding farm. To the east is the chicken coop. There are currently four to five hundred chickens. Most of them are artificially hatched. They will be able to lay eggs in a while. To the west is the pig house. There are currently twenty-six piglets.
Zai." Zhao Gang introduced.
At this time, several soldiers were standing in the chicken pen, cleaning chicken manure.
A soldier with some weak legs and feet saw Zhou Weihan and the two men: "Report to the regiment leader, political commissar, and the first squadron of the baggage company are cleaning up the breeding farm. Please give instructions."
"Zhang Eryou?" Zhou Weihan said.
"Hey, leader, do you still remember me?" Zhang Eryou said excitedly.
"How could I not remember that you were originally from the Sharp Knife Company? When you attacked the Liubao stronghold, you were injured in your right leg. At that time, you were looking for life and death all day long. What a good boy, now you have become angry again." Zhou Weihan said.
Zhang Eryou patted his right leg and said with a smile: "Captain, don't look at my lame leg now, but I have a lot of responsibility now, and I am in charge of all the breeding farms."
Zhou Weihan patted Zhang Eryou on the shoulder and said: "Well done, no matter whether you are in a combat position or not, once the breeding farm is completed, it is also a contribution to the revolution. Your current task is not easy at all. Can our New Second Regiment be able to do it in the future?"
It's all up to you to eat meat."
As they walked, several people said, "What do these chickens and piglets eat? They must consume a lot of food, right?"
“These livestock are omnivorous and usually eat wheat bran, vegetable leaves, corn, and sweet potatoes bought from fellow villagers’ homes. The manure produced by the livestock will be specially composted and then used for crops.
As the old saying goes, this has formed a closed industrial chain!" Zhang Eryou said excitedly.
"Mr. Zheng? Which Mr. Zheng?" Zhou Weihan asked.
"After the transfer is completed, I will take you to see him." Zhao Gang said.
Several people walked to the pig pen, where a few white pigs stood out. They were obviously larger than the other black pigs. Zhou Weihan could see the white pigs among the black pigs at a glance.
"Where did these white pigs come from? I remember that the folks nearby raised black pigs!" Zhou Weihan asked in surprise.
"These are all brought by Mr. Zheng, saying they are varieties imported from abroad." Zhao Gang said.
"Captain, these six white pigs are obviously easier to feed than the black pigs, and they grow fat faster." Zhang Eryou said.
Nowadays, most of the pork that people eat is white-skinned pigs, which makes many people think that pigs look like this, especially some children. If they ask them what color pigs are, they will definitely say white without hesitation, because no matter what
Whether in their hometown in the countryside or on TV, they have only seen white-skinned pigs.
But in fact, white-skinned pigs are not native to our country, but introduced from foreign countries. The domestic pigs domesticated in our country are actually all black. Some people don’t believe it. When talking about black pigs, they can only think of wild boars. This idea has been
It is deeply ingrained in the hearts of many people, but the older generation will definitely not be unfamiliar with black pigs, because it is an unforgettable memory of their time. It can be said that black pigs at that time were the mainstream of their pig farming, just like today
Like a white pig.
It is well known that local pork tastes good, and local black pigs have strong fecundity and are not easy to get sick, so they are relatively worry-free to raise. However, despite all their good qualities, they have one fatal flaw, which is that the breeding cycle is too long.
Generally speaking, white pigs can be ready for slaughter in 4 to 5 months and can grow to 200-300 kilograms. However, black pigs can take at least a year to be ready for slaughter and can only grow to about 150 kilograms.
"Old Zhao, I am now more and more curious about the Mr. Zheng you are talking about. How capable he is to even get such good things." Zhou Weihan said.
"Second, where is Mr. Zheng now? Why didn't you see him?" Zhao Gang asked.
"Mr. Zheng should be in his research institute now." Zhang Eryou said.
The research institute is located on a small plain in the mountains. There are seven or eight acres of wheat fields here. An old man wearing an undershirt and a straw hat on his head is hoeing the fields.
"Mr. Zheng, look who's coming?" Zhao Gang shouted from the field.
When the old man heard Zhao Gang's greeting, he put his hoe on his shoulder and walked towards the two of them.
"Little Zhouzi, are you back?" the old man shouted from a distance.
Zhou Weihan's face darkened. No one had called him "Little Zhouzi" for a long time. Even the brigade commander didn't dare to call him that.
"Mr. Zheng, it turns out it's you. I wonder who has such great ability!" Zhou Weihan said excitedly.
Zhou Weihan refers to Mr. Zheng as the “old farmer” of Yanda. Mr. Zheng is a teacher in the Department of Agriculture of Yanda and is affectionately called “the old farmer” by the students of Yanda.
The reason is because this teacher takes his students to work in the fields even during class, and he usually dresses like an "old farmer".
There was a time when funding was tight at Yanda University, and students could not afford to eat. They were all left with nothing to eat. It was Mr. Zheng who led his people to open up wasteland and raise livestock, and they were able to overcome the difficulty.
During the Republic of China, agriculture was a completely unpopular major. The popular literature department had famous names such as Chen and Zhou, and all the students who were observing were crowded to the door of the classroom.
The student pool of agriculture was not even comparable to that of engineering, and it was unable to recruit people. Zhou Weihan remembered that there were only a dozen boys in his class.
"Mr. Zheng, I really didn't expect that our New Second Regiment could invite a capable person like you here. I thought you had moved south with the school!" Zhou Weihan said happily.
"As I got older and didn't want to move anywhere, I returned to my hometown in Zunhua, but Zhao Gang called me here," Mr. Zheng said.
"Didn't you tell me that you want to develop agricultural and sideline industries? I thought that we were all laymen and wanted to see if we could find Mr. Zheng, so I asked Comrade Wang Ying to contact the comrades in Zunhua, Hebei. Unexpectedly, I actually asked Mr. Zheng
Found it." Zhao Gang said.
"I also have to thank you for finding me a safe place to concentrate on my research. The little devils are everywhere, and my life is really difficult." Mr. Zheng said.
"It is our New Second Regiment that should thank you for solving a big problem for us, setting up a chicken farm, and even bringing in foreign pigs." Zhou Weihan said excitedly.
"As long as there are fertilized eggs, artificial incubation of eggs is not difficult. I brought the Yangbai pig from the school farm. It is a hybrid breed with the local native pig. I am also generous to others." Mr. Zheng is still as usual.
High-spirited and bright.
"Your new second group has chosen a geomantic treasure land. Although most of the base area is mountainous, there are many small plains washed out by rivers in the mountains. The soil is very fertile and the water source is sufficient. The fellow villagers here have not fully developed it.
I let you get a bargain." Mr. Zheng talked about his old business.
As Mr. Zheng said, most of the base areas of the New Second Regiment are in mountainous areas. Some smaller villages have only seven or eight households. The population is sparse and it is difficult to cultivate wasteland.
Fortunately, after Zhou Weihan ordered the reclamation of wasteland, all members of the New Second Regiment were dispatched. The reclaimed wasteland was small in size, two or three acres in size, and only a handful of seven or eight acres in front of us.
