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, you will have more experience in raising silkworms in the future. If your father were still alive, he would definitely be happy. He always said in the past that the silkworm raising technology in our village is too backward. It would be great if we could have the technology in the city. " Wanqiu's father was also an expert in silkworm raising in the village. Unfortunately, when she was ten years old, he fell ill and died because he had no money to treat it. Since then, Wanqiu has depended on her mother. In order to support the family, she began to learn silkworm raising early, and relied on the money she earned from silkworm raising to support her younger brother's schooling. Listening to her mother's words, Wanqiu felt sad, and she nodded: "Mom, I know, I will study hard. "In the afternoon, Wanqiu went to the mulberry garden again and was busy until dark before going home. After dinner, her mother and brother went to bed, but Wanqiu was not sleepy. She quietly got up, walked to the kitchen, took out the half-piece of newspaper and the old book she picked up from her pocket, and then lit the kerosene lamp. The light of the kerosene lamp was very dim, and the dim light enveloped the small kitchen. Wanqiu squatted on the ground and carefully unfolded the newspaper with the light of the kerosene lamp. The handwriting on the newspaper was a little blurred and soaked with water. Some words could not be seen clearly, but the lead type of "Plastic Greenhouse Silkworm Breeding Technology" was like a spark that fell into the haystack in Wanqiu's heart, making her instantly excited. She looked at the content of the newspaper carefully. Although many places were not clear, she still roughly understood the principle of raising silkworms in plastic greenhouses - using plastic greenhouses to control temperature and humidity, allowing silkworms to grow in a suitable environment, which not only improves the silkworms' The survival rate can also make the quality of the cocoons better. Wanqiu picked up the old book again and turned over the pages that contained the content of silkworm rearing technology. The handwriting on the book was handwritten and a little sloppy, but she could still understand it. The book contains a lot of techniques on silkworm rearing, such as how to select silkworm seeds, how to mix mulberry leaf feed, how to prevent and control silkworm diseases, etc. There are also a few pages that mention raising silkworms in plastic greenhouses, which are somewhat similar to the content in the newspaper. Wanqiu became more and more excited as she read. She felt that if the plastic greenhouse silkworm rearing technology could be used in the village's silkworm rearing, maybe it would really increase the mulberry silkworm harvest, and then the villagers would have a better life. But when she thought of what Zhou Tiezhu said during the day and the conservatism of the villagers, she hesitated again. Zhou Tiezhu would definitely not agree with her raising silkworms in plastic greenhouses, and the villagers would also laugh at her for doing "wild ways" again. Just when she was lost in thought, there were suddenly a few dog barking outside the window, "Woof woof woof - woof woof woof - ", the voice was hurried, breaking the tranquility of the night. Wanqiu's heart tightened, thinking that someone was coming, and hurriedly stuffed the newspapers and old books into the stove. The firelight suddenly lit up, illuminating her nervous face, and the newspapers and old books quickly burned in the fire. The word "Guangzhou" on the corner of the paper instantly curled up into ashes, and floated out of the kitchen with the smoke. Wanqiu looked at the fire in the stove, feeling both lost and relieved. What was lost was that the information about raising silkworms in plastic greenhouses that she had finally found was burned; what was relieved was that it was not discovered by others. She sighed, blew out the kerosene lamp, and returned to the room in the dark. Lying in bed, Wanqiu tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. Her mind was full of things about raising silkworms in plastic greenhouses. She secretly decided in her heart that when the technician came tomorrow, she must ask him whether the technology of raising silkworms in plastic greenhouses is feasible. "Unexpected Harvest" on the Tractor The spring breeze of 1983 seemed to have gathered enough energy , blowing all over the corners of Lijia Village. The weeds on the edge of the field sprouted tender green buds, the willow trees by the river lowered their soft branches, and even the old locust tree at the entrance of the village secretly dotted its branches with small buds. The morning dew was still hanging on the leaves of the crops, crystal clear, like broken pearls scattered on the ground. Lin Xiaoju was stepping on such dew, carrying a hoe taller than her, and hurried to the responsibility field at the entrance of the village. The wooden handle of the hoe was polished smooth and shiny, and it was obvious that it was an old item that had been used for many years. Lin Xiaoju was not short, but it still seemed a bit difficult to carry this hoe. She had to stop from time to time to adjust the position of the hoe and rub her shoulders that were a little sore from the pressure of the hoe. Yesterday evening, the big loudspeaker hanging on the old locust tree at the entrance of the village suddenly sounded, and the hoarse voice of the team leader Li Jianguo spread throughout the village: "Attention, fellow villagers, attention, fellow villagers! In order to encourage everyone to actively cultivate, our team decided that whoever finishes turning over their own responsibility fields first will be rewarded with two kilograms of urea! Urea, comrades, this is a good thing, it can make crops grow fast and well, everyone hurry up and do it! "When the news came out, the whole Lijia Village was boiling. You know, in Lijia Village at that time, urea was a rare commodity that was more precious than white flour. Usually, the fertilizers distributed in the village are mostly farmyard manure. Urea is only distributed a little bit per person when staple foods such as rice or corn are planted. If a family can get an extra half catty of urea, they can show off in the village for several days. When Lin Xiaoju heard this, her enthusiasm was instantly aroused. Her family's responsibility field is at the head of the village, more than one acre, not big. But it's not small either. If she can finish plowing the land earlier and get the two kilograms of urea, her family's crop harvest will definitely be much better this year. She sharpened the hoe overnight and asked her mother for two sweet potatoes for breakfast. At dawn today, she went out with the hoe on her back. Along the way, Lin Xiaoju met many villagers who were rushing to their responsibility fields like her. Uncle Wang from the west end of the village was carrying a bamboo basket with a sickle and a water bottle in it. When he saw Lin Xiaoju, he smiled and said, "Xiaoju, you are plowing the land so early? Do you also want to get the urea rewarded by the team?" Lin Xiaoju nodded, took a breath and said, "Yes, Uncle Wang, urea is a good thing. It can make crops grow well. I have to hurry up and try to finish plowing the land earlier." Uncle Wang laughed, "Okay, you are ambitious! But don't be too anxious, take care of yourself, and take your time. "As they were talking, they came to the fork in the road at the entrance of the village. Uncle Wang went to the west to his responsibility field, while Lin Xiaoju continued to go east. Just as she reached the edge of her own responsibility field, Lin Xiaoju heard a "thump thump thump" sound from a distance. The sound was getting closer and closer, shaking the ground slightly. She looked up and saw Wang Dazhuang from the east end of the village driving the only tractor of the production team, coming here crookedly. The tractor was red, and the body was a bit old. The words "Agriculture Learns from Dazhai" were printed on the front of the car. The wheels were covered with mud, and it was obvious that it had just been driven out of the field. Wang Dazhuang was in his early twenties, tall and strong, with dark skin. He was a famous