The origin of Yifen Experimental Field

Original text "One Point Experimental Field":

In September 1959, Mr. Peng moved to Wujia Garden on the outskirts of Beijing.

Mr. Peng opened many plots of land in the yard and planted various vegetables and fruits. There used to be a small pond in the yard. General Peng organized the guards to dig it deep and wide, plant lotus roots and raise fish. He also bought piglets, chickens, and ducks and gave them to everyone to raise. He alone pays for all the farming expenses, and when the harvest is harvested, it all belongs to everyone.

Mr. Peng personally measured a piece of land beside the pond as a test field. The soil quality of this part of the land is very good and it is very flat, ready for planting wheat. I asked him: "Why do we open just one plot of land?" He said: "Since it is an experiment, we have to talk about science. It is easy to calculate the output of one plot of land."

Mr. Peng took this piece of land deep After turning over it, every piece of trash was smashed into pieces and carefully pinched with my hands. I said: "If you grow crops like you do, one person can only grow a handful of land!" He said: "This piece of land is not easy, at least it can produce a thousand handfuls or several thousand kilograms. There will be enough food for the two of us for a year or two." I couldn't help but laugh. He asked me why I was laughing. I said: "You are telling a joke." He pointed at my nose and said: "Don't believe me? OK! Be conservative!" which made me laugh again.

After working for a while and sitting on the ground to rest, Mr. Peng started talking: "When people say they want to plow deeply, I plow deeply. I followed the instructions for dense planting and other things. I put all my efforts into this piece of land to see how many pounds an acre of land would yield." Only then did I understand that he planted this piece of experimental land for that time. Comes from the "exaggerated style". At that time, he didn't believe it when he saw that the grain yields here and there were tens of thousands of jins per mu, or even hundreds of thousands jins. He wants to use his own practice to prove whether he is conservative.

In order to accumulate wealth, Mr. Peng thought of many ways. He collected human excrement and urine everywhere, and even went down to the pond to dig mud. One morning, someone came to me and told me that Mr. Peng went down to the pond to fish. I hurriedly ran and saw Mr. Peng rolling up his trouser legs. His legs were covered with mud and his body was dirty. He was stepping on the thick frost on the edge of the pond and walking ashore carrying a basket of pond mud. I stamped my feet and shouted: "Ahem! It's so cold, be careful with your feet..."

President Peng's feet had been frostbitten on the northwest battlefield. There was a big battle, and a soldier was so sleepy that he fell into the snow and fell asleep. Mr. Peng took off his coat and covered the soldier. Unexpectedly, he fell into the snow and fell asleep. Over the years, whenever the weather suddenly changed, his feet would become swollen and sore.

It was so cold that he went into the water to dig mud from the pond. How could he bear it? I rushed over and grabbed the basket from his hand, and persuaded him: "Wash your feet quickly and put on your shoes, boss!" Mr. Peng waved at me: "You don't understand! You don't understand! Do it!" You won’t freeze your feet while you’re working, you’ll get them if you stop.” He ran to pick up the tools again. I saw his bare feet trembling as he stood, so I quickly took off his shoes and socks and went into the pond. After a while, everyone came and helped Mr. Peng carry the pond mud ashore. Mr. Peng was so tired that he was sweating profusely. He looked at a large pile of pond mud and said, "The pond has been dug deep and there is fertilizer. Today, it will be half dry in the sun and put into one of our experimental fields. It will be so fertile." "Very miles."

The wheat in this area has been growing very well. When the harvest is about to begin, Mr. Peng is guarding the ground all day long, preventing the sparrows from touching their mouths. They were carefully collected and beaten, and the grains were truly put into the "basket". When they were finally weighed, they weighed about 90 kilograms. Mr. Peng said: "One acre of land only produces eight or nine hundred catties. Even if we don't put in enough effort, if we double it, the yield per mu will be two thousand catties, which is as high as the sky!"