Reborn 73 years later, he takes his mother-in-law hunting in the mountains.

Chapter 212 Servility is innate

Lu Yao laughed and said, "Don't worry about that. We make money by volume. Once we make money, it will belong to the collective and we'll use it to build up our village. Besides, the distillery isn't called a distillery; it's called the 'Jiapigou Production Team Agricultural and Sideline Processing Group.'"

Ding Dahu took a big gulp of strong liquor.

Alcohol is really delicious!

However, alcohol was rationed, and although it wasn't as difficult to obtain as meat, cloth, or industrial coupons, it was still subject to purchase restrictions.

You can't just buy as many as you want.

If he didn't have enough to drink, he would have to go to Old Zuo's place to ask for some more.

If we could actually open a distillery, whether we sell or not, we'd definitely have enough to drink.

As Lu Yao said, using moldy grain might get approval from the higher-ups!

He looked at Lu Yao and said, "Even if it gets approved, our production team doesn't have the money to build a distillery. Don't distillery tanks cost money?"

Lu Yao smiled slightly: "I've got this covered. I can get sponsorships or even buy on credit, so you don't need to worry about it. Besides, we're not just running a winery. I'll use new technologies to ensure our commune members can eat cucumbers, persimmons, chives, and garlic sprouts even in the dead of winter..."

"You're dreaming! You're really dreaming!"

Those have always been seasonal vegetables; no one can eat them when they're not in season.

What's wrong with you, Lu Yao? Just because you're carrying a gun doesn't mean you're some kind of god. Do you think you can disrupt the seasons?

In Northeast China, cucumbers are indeed available for the Lunar New Year at this time of year, but they are all transported from the south.

The price is so high that only the families of leading cadres in the city can afford it.

For ordinary citizens, buying one or two cucumbers to make a cold dish on New Year's Eve requires gritting their teeth, stamping their feet, and tightening their belts.

The villagers' standard of living was such that when they went to the city, they could only catch a glimpse of it and smell the fresh aroma of vegetables.

Wanting to buy some to eat with the whole family is just a pipe dream.

Lu Yao was amused by Ding Dahu's expression:

"Your temper, which really pissed off the Russians, is so awful! Just let me finish! Don't act like there's a nail in the bed, jumping around like that!"

After being scolded by Lu Yao, Ding Dahu sat there much more obediently.

"Hmm, hmm, hmm, tell me, tell me, let's see if you can come up with something amazing!"

Ding Mei was filled with longing after hearing what Lu Yao said.

Ding Dahu didn't believe it, Xie Chunfang didn't understand, but Ding Mei really listened.

Lu Yao added, "We can use plastic sheeting and wood to support the vegetable plot, light a fire inside for warmth, and use cotton quilts outside for insulation. During the day, we can roll up the quilts to absorb sunlight, so we can grow vegetables out of season."

Ding Dahu's eyes widened in disbelief, but he still didn't understand the reasoning behind it.

Xie Chunfang asked, "Is it like growing scallions indoors?"

Lu Yao nodded: "The principle is similar. As long as you have enough temperature and sunlight, the vegetables can grow. Besides, I'll be covering the fields with plastic sheeting later, which will allow for an earlier harvest!"

Seeing that Ding Dahu's eyes were even bigger than before, Lu Yao didn't explain in detail.

He smiled and clinked glasses with him: "Uncle Da Hu, you don't know much about the outside world. Some counties already have this technology and it's probably being used. If we don't hurry, we'll fall behind."

"Really? You're not just making this up?"

Lu Yao downed his drink in one gulp: "Uncle Da Hu, if you want to stay poor, then I don't believe it. If you support me, let's work together and make a name for ourselves in Jiapigou!"

Ding Dahu was feeling dizzy and drank a glass with Lu Yao.

I feel like this country bumpkin in front of me is amazing. How does he know so much?

But I still feel that what he said is very distant from my own experience.

He had been the production team leader for more than ten years, and every year he would lead everyone in spring plowing and autumn harvest, without ever thinking of any crooked or unethical methods.

Although poor, I am happy.

Is this kid's approach going to work?

Do you have the capital?

Will the higher-ups approve it?

Don't make any political mistakes!

A series of problems were burning out his CPU.

After a night of drinking, Ding Dahu got a vague idea of ​​what was going on, but he realized that Tuwazi was up to something big.

He wasn't just trying to seize the position of battalion commander; he wanted to use the position to do things that no one had ever done before.

Lu Yao told him that it wasn't necessary to get his consent.

Lu Yao was trying to calm Ding Dahu down.

As long as he doesn't reject me too much, I'll still need him in the future.

Ding Mei listened and indeed agreed with some of Lu Yao's ideas.

I feel like everything he said makes sense.

Ding Mei was also puzzled by the questions raised by Ding Dahu.

Under the current policies, will the higher-ups allow such reckless actions?

Another issue is funding.

Poverty is now a nationwide problem.

You need funding for everything you do. Getting approval from above is the greatest favor you can receive; they're unlikely to give you any more money.

The brigade's accounts only contained work points, not cash.

If you want cash, you have to report to the commune for a grant.

But Ding Dahu knew that the commune was also penniless, dirt poor.

They probably don't even have as much money as Yang Shouye personally.

Lu Yao could tell that Ding Dahu didn't believe him, so, emboldened by the alcohol, he waved his hand and said, "This is easy. Yang Shouye is right on the street. Aunt Chunfang, go and call him. Tell him I'm looking for him."

Ding Dahu was a little nervous:

"What do you want? Why did you call Director Yang here?"

I still feel uneasy about hitting Yang Shouye.

Lu Yao pressed down on Ding Dahu, who was trying to get up:

"I'll take this opportunity to offer a helping hand. Let's add another pair of chopsticks so Old Yang can have a drink too. We can chat and ease the tension, since we'll need his help in the future!"

At this moment, Ding Mei was like a child listening to an adult speak.

He glanced at Lu Yao for a moment, then at Ding Dahu.

I felt uneasy and very anxious.

I'm afraid these two might start talking and then flip the table and start fighting.

Subconsciously, he quietly reached out and hid the Mauser pistol stopper that Lu Yao had placed under the pile of blankets on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed).

Before long, Xie Chunfang summoned Yang Shouye from the street.

Yang Shouye was still upset after being beaten by Ding Dahu.

At the time, Lu Yao stopped him from doing anything to Ding Dahu.

But given his character, he would definitely seek revenge.

I've been waiting for an opportunity.

He hadn't wanted to come when Xie Chunfang called him.

But when Xie Chunfang said that Tuwazi had asked him to go, he started to have second thoughts.

Aren't Lu Yao and Ding Dahu enemies?

Why are you looking for me at Ding Dahu's house?

They've started fighting again, haven't they? Let me go and judge this.

That shouldn't be the case.

Now, Lu Yao's status is that of a militia company commander and a combat hero. Not to mention having a gun for self-defense, even if Ding Dahu were naked, he wouldn't let him touch a hair on his head.

If Ding Dahu dares to hit Lu Yao, he should be immediately thrown into solitary confinement!

According to the militiamen, Lu Yao had forcibly taken the female bureau chief from the Japanese soldiers.

This kid killed dozens of people in the mountains.

Compared to him, Ding Dahu is nothing.

The number one ruthless person? Bah!

None of them are as muddy as Lu Yao's feet!

Since that's the case, then let's go.

As I walked toward Ding Dahu's house, I felt something was off.

Why do I suddenly admire Lu Yao from the bottom of my heart?

He's the guy who stabbed his son and then used his own tail to threaten him.

I shouldn't admire him so sincerely; otherwise, I'd be his dog!

So he puffed out his belly again.

When he entered Ding Dahu's house, Ding Dahu was still angry with him, and he was pouring wine with his head down, unwilling to look at him.

Lu Yao, however, was all smiles:

"Come on, Lao Yang, take off your shoes, get on the kang (heated brick bed), and have a drink."

"Okay, sure."

Upon seeing Lu Yao, Yang Shouye unconsciously shrank back, unconsciously smiled, and unconsciously obeyed Lu Yao's instructions, quickly taking off his shoes and getting onto the kang (heated brick bed).

Seeing Lu Yao take the wine pot and pour him wine, he quickly held the cup with both hands, his face beaming with joy.

Even Ding Mei, as an observer, couldn't help but laugh. She used to think Yang Shouye was quite imposing with his chest puffed out and belly flat, but now he acted like an old servant when he saw the country bumpkin.

Little did they know that praising the weak and belittling the strong was Yang Shouye's consistent style, a natural servile nature.