The team leader looked unbearable and said in embarrassment: "Being demoted to a stevedore does not mean that you will be kicked out of the Chamber of Commerce. If you save some monthly money, it can still be enough for the family. And judging from what it means, if you perform well in the future, it doesn't mean that you can't return to the Chamber of Commerce." Team, you are doing well in the warehouse, and we will take care of things at home for you."
The eliminated team members still refused to let go, and there was still desire in their eyes, "Captain, is there really no room left?"
The squad leader sighed again, shook his head slightly and said, "This punishment was personally issued by Captain Yue. The captain and the others have already begged for mercy..."
The eliminated team members lost focus and slumped on the ground, muttering words of regret in their mouths, and then punched the ground one after another. Blood came from the two punches, and even hit their heads on the ground, which scared Yaze and others. Hug him quickly.
Just as several people came out to comfort him, a voice shouted, "Where is Yaze? Who is Yaze?"
Yaze and the others looked at the person who was shouting. It was a clerk from the Chamber of Commerce. He was one of the people who had just checked their recitation of the pinyin table.
It’s over!
Yaze felt a chill in his heart. Could it be that he made a mistake somewhere and didn't check it out at the time? Have you seen it now...
With this thought in mind, he still stood up and raised his hands.
It's a blessing, not a curse. It's a curse that cannot be avoided. Under the surprised and uncertain eyes of several people in the team, Yaze walked up to the clerk.
"Are you Yaze?" the clerk looked at the visitor and asked.
"Yes, I am." Yaze nodded, and then asked nervously, "Why is the secretary looking for me?"
"I'm not looking for you, it's the president who is looking for you."
The secretary looked Yaze up and down, wondering what it was about this ordinary boy that caught the president's eye.
"The president is looking for me?"
Yaze's eyes were as wide as copper bells. He was afraid that he had heard wrongly, so he asked again.
"Well, come with me."
After the clerk finished speaking, he turned around and left. Yaze was stunned for a moment and then quickly followed.
Full of anxiety, Yaze followed the secretary to the third floor of the Chamber of Commerce. In the president's office, Yaze once again saw the tall and strong president Wang Zhi, who looked like a living Buddha.
"President, we have been brought here."
"Well, okay, you go down."
Wang Zhi waved the clerk to leave. He stood up and walked to the guest chair on the side to sit down. He waved to Yaze and said, "Come on, don't be a client. Sit down."
"President... I... my subordinates can just stand."
Yaze stuttered and spoke in awkward Chinese, his face flushed red.
"Sit and talk, I don't have that many rules here."
Wang Zhi stood up and pulled Yaze to sit next to him. He was so frightened that Yaze retreated more than half of his buttocks, leaving only a little bit of the edge.
Wang Zhi filled a cup of tea for Yaze and handed it to him, "Here, drink tea."
"No, no...thank you...thank you, President."
Yaze took the tea cup with both hands, as if grasping a life-saving straw. He held it in his hands, not daring to drink or look at Wang Zhi.
In the eyes of the people at the bottom of Xixia, President Xixia has long been mythical. He is the living Buddha, and Yaze is a fanatical follower of the president. The reason why he did not kneel down and kowtow on the spot is because the rules of the association clearly state that kneeling is prohibited, and he can control his hair. The soft legs are already a sign of great restraint, and there is no way to be disrespectful.
Wang Erlang was naturally aware of his image in the minds of the Xixia people, and did not guide him. This glorious image made it easier for him to act against Xixia. As for introducing new learning to get rid of superstitious ideas, it was not suitable for Xixia at this time.
At present, all people in Xixia believe in Buddhism, and there is no soil for the development of new learning. It requires at least two generations of Han culture to lay the foundation for the gradual introduction of new learning.
At this time, he just needs to do what the Buddha should do.
"Do the Yaze brothers live on the Loess Plateau?" Wang Zhi took the lead in starting the topic, like a casual chat.
"Return...back to the president, yes!"
Yaze stumbled back, barely able to communicate normally, but he no longer had the ability to think about anything else.
"Are your parents, brothers, sisters, and wife all here?"
"Back to...the president, everyone is here."
Wang Zhi nodded. The loess high slopes have loose soil, little vegetation, and crisscrossed ravines. Although soil erosion at this time was not as serious as in later generations, aquatic plants were also very sparse. The tribes living there were all small tribes, and they could only plant a few. Mizi, raising few cattle and sheep, is also the poorest place in Xixia.
The nobles of Xixia all live in the Hetao area with rich water and grass. It is a good land for horse breeding, and it is impossible for the wealthy people to give it to them.
But what Wang Erlang wants is yellow sand land, which is suitable for the growth of this thing.
Wang Zhi nodded and said, "I'm calling you here this time because I have something very important for you to do."
Hearing this, Yaze stood up immediately, and his Chinese became fluent, "If you have anything to do, president, just ask, Yaze promises to complete the task."
"Well, I believe you, please sit down first."
After Yaze sat down, Wang Zhi took a wooden box from the side, opened the wooden lid, and pushed it in front of Yaze, "This is for you."
Yaze turned his head and looked at the box. There were two irregularly shaped objects lying quietly inside. These were...tree roots?
"This is called sweet potato. It was a gift from a businessman from the Far West to join the Chamber of Commerce."
"I accepted it and agreed to him joining the Chamber of Commerce."
Is it because of this mangrove root?
Yaze was surprised. He knew how strict the review process for joining the Chamber of Commerce was. Not to mention the veteran members, they could only be those who established the Chamber of Commerce three years ago. They had already been unable to join. Even ordinary members must first be able to join. To represent an entire tribe, it must also have products with its own characteristics, and be a tribe that is second to none in these products.
Even his Tubo Domi branch has applied many times but has not been approved by the Chamber of Commerce.
A small businessman who only contributed two tree roots can join the Chamber of Commerce and directly have the status of a member of the Chamber of Commerce. This is simply incredible.
What kind of tree root is this? I’m afraid it’s not a thousand-year-old ginseng!
"They call this stuff ginseng, and they say eating it can prolong life. Hehe... It seems like they just discovered it and don't know how to grow it on a large scale."
"Actually, sweet potatoes are a staple food like millet and rice. They can produce more than 1,000 kilograms per mu."
"thump!"
Yaze's legs slipped and he slid off the wooden chair and fell to his knees. When he was helped up by Wang Zhi, he still had a ghostly expression on his face.
The tea cup he held in his hand shook and squeaked, and his mouth trembled, "Hui...President, how much is the yield per mu?"
"Thousand pounds!"
"If planted properly, it's not impossible to weigh two to three thousand pounds."
Wang Zhi nodded and gave the fragile boy another blow to the head.
Yaze feels that his brain is not strong enough. He also grows millet at home, but the yield per mu is only a hundred catties at most, and it is not possible to grow it successfully in all places. In bad years, there may be no harvest, and the family is left with bits and pieces. The few acres of millet planted in pieces are not even enough to feed the family, and the only thing they need to survive is the dozen cattle and sheep.
Nowadays, if you take a mangrove root and say it is a staple food, can you still produce more than 1,000 kilograms per acre?
To be honest, if President Buddha had not said this, if it were another person, Yaze would have smashed his dog's head with this broken tree root.
But this was said by the president. No matter how fantasy it is, Yaze still believes it.
"President, how to grow these red... sweet potatoes?"
"This...uh..."
Wang Erlang touched his nose and tried to remember how this thing was grown. "You go back and bury half of your body in the soil and half of your body in the water. When it sprouts and grows leaves, you can cut off the stalks and bury them in the soil."
Yaze nodded to express that he understood, but Wang Erlang's next words made him break through his defense.
"Hmm...that's pretty much it. If it doesn't work, just try more."
What? That's pretty much it? If it doesn't work, try more? Is this how to try a staple grain with a yield of 1,000 kilograms per mu?
What should I do if I make a trial and error?
Yaze was speechless, pursed his lips, wanted to ask but didn't dare.
Wang Erlang saw his hesitation and said: "Don't worry, just try it. If you try it wrong, I still have it here, just come to me to get it."
Wang Erlang didn't lie to him. He did have some here, but he was exaggerating a little, because he only had one here, which was kept as a spare. He was also afraid of trial and error. A good "Kanggan Sweet Potato Prosperity" "It was just ruined by him.
The businessman from the far west also had none of them. According to him, he had purchased this kind of ginseng from businessmen from other countries. Only three of them were dedicated to Wang Zhi.
So Wang Erlang had nothing to do, even if he tried to breed, he would do it in the same way.
He has never plowed the land in his life, so he doesn't know how to do it. Of course, professional things must be left to professionals.
Yaze put down the tea cup, stood up, picked up the wooden box respectfully, and bowed again: "As per the president's orders, Yaze will definitely live up to the president's trust!"
Wang Zhi also stood up, held him up with both hands and said solemnly: "Brother Yaze, I leave this matter to you."
"Um!"
Yaze nodded heavily, and then he dared to look up at the president. His tall figure and strong body gave Yaze a huge sense of oppression. Yaze felt like a child in front of the president.
The president's hands were strong, and with two big hands supporting his shoulders, Yaze felt that his entire body was being infused with the power of Buddha's light.
Yaze hugged the wooden box tightly, as if holding the light of hope. When he turned around and was about to walk out of the door, his brain seemed to restart normal thinking.
"President...Since we don't know how to grow this kind of sweet potato on a large scale in its origin, how do you know that you can produce a thousand catties per acre?"
Although he was questioning, his tone was extremely respectful. It didn't sound like he really had a question, but rather seemed to confirm the idea in his heart.
Just when Wang Erlang was stunned and didn't know how to reply, the person who asked the question came to his rescue.
"Did you recall memories from your past life?"
The Buddha knows everything and is everywhere. The president is the reincarnation of the Buddha, so he must have awakened part of his memory, otherwise how would he know unknown things.
Wang Zhi didn't speak, but nodded slightly.
It is indeed a memory of a past life, isn't it?
Except it’s not Buddha…
