Chapter 792

Su Xinghui patted him on the shoulder and said, "You are doing very well. I hope you will continue to persist in the future to ensure the safety of the lives and property of the passengers."

Chen Mingxin was so excited that his face turned red. He nodded vigorously and said, "Township Head, don't worry, we will definitely persist."

Su Xinghui returned to the town government. He was very satisfied with what Wu Jun had done. Public security was indeed an important link restricting economic development. Only when public security was handled well could economic development be handled well.

Returning to the town government, Comrade Comrade Comrade Qi Jian saw Su Xinghui and said with a smile, "Township Head, why are you in such a hurry to come back? It wouldn't be too late to come back tomorrow morning."

Su Xinghui smiled, "I'm going to the village tomorrow morning, so I feel at ease coming back tonight."

Comrade Comrade Comrade Qi Jian said, "Haven't eaten yet, right? Go to the canteen to eat, I'll have Old Wang stir-fry two dishes for you."

Su Xinghui said, "Don't stir-fry dishes, just make a bowl of noodles, I'll go tell Old Wang."

Comrade Comrade Comrade Qi Jian nodded and smiled. Su Xinghui went to the canteen and asked the chef Old Wang to make him a bowl of noodles. Old Wang made him a large bowl of noodles with eggs and shredded meat. Su Xinghui finished it in a while and then went to the office to call Lu Xiaoya.

The phone didn't ring twice before it was answered. Lu Xiaoya said on the other end of the phone, "Is that Xinghui? You're there?"

Su Xinghui said, "Yes, have you eaten?"

Lu Xiaoya said, "I just ate, what about you?"

Su Xinghui said, "I ate too."

The two said a few words, were lovey-dovey for a while, and then hung up the phone.

Starting from late September, the rice in Pengwan Town entered the harvest period one after another. On this day, the rice in Xiaohu Village was harvested. Village Director He Yaofa specially invited Su Xinghui over because Su Xinghui had told him that he wanted to see the scene when the rice harvest started to see how much the yield per mu could reach this year.

Su Xinghui followed He Yaofa to Xiaohu Village. Beside a rice field, a harvester was parked. This was purchased by He Yaofa's cooperative from the Shangjun County Machinery Factory this year. It was a tractor-powered mounted combine harvester.

Standing beside the harvester were many people, including the common people and village cadres of Xiaohu Village, agricultural experts like Luo Ping, and technical personnel from the Shangjun County Machinery Factory like Yin Zuogang. He Yaofa shouted, "Township Head Su is here, start the harvest!"

The driver sitting in the harvester's cab started the harvester. The harvester made a chugging sound, roared into the rice field, cut down the rice, swallowed it into the machine, and then threshing, bagging, and straw bundling were all completed automatically. In less than half an hour, the rice field of about ten mu in front of Su Xinghui was harvested.

Su Xinghui smiled and asked Yin Zuogang, "I see this harvester harvests quite fast. How many mu of land can it harvest per hour?"

Yin Zuogang said, "This machine can harvest about twenty mu of crops per hour, and about two hundred mu per day."

Su Xinghui nodded, "That's not bad."

He Yaofa said, "Yes, this machine is worth at least dozens of our farmers. In the past, one person could only cut two or three mu of land from morning to night, and they were exhausted. Now it's so fast with a machine. This is my younger brother's land, a total of more than nine mu, and it was harvested in such a short time."

Several farmers nodded and praised it endlessly, saying that this harvester was really good and harvested too fast.

Yin Zuogang smiled, "This kind of harvester is not the largest model. The large model can harvest four or five hundred mu of land a day."

He Yaofa said, "In the future, when our cooperative makes money, we will buy a large one."

As the few were talking, He Yaofa's younger brother had already weighed the rice he had just harvested. After weighing, he ran over happily and said, "Brother, my nine mu and three fen of land produced a total of 7,368 jin of rice."

He Yaofa said with surprise, "Produced so much? Then this year's yield is not bad!"

At this time, Luo Ping also came over. He had already calculated the yield per mu: "Xiao Su, the yield per mu of fresh rice for this family is about 792 jin. After drying, the yield per mu of dry rice should be about 650 jin."

He Yaofa's younger brother said happily, "Experts are experts. This year, there was such a big disaster, but the yield per mu increased by more than 100 jin compared to last year. In the future, we will listen to the experts and farm scientifically!"

Luo Ping said, "The increase in rice production is not only because of scientific farming. Using this combine harvester to harvest can reduce rice grain loss by 4% to 8%. Director He should publicize this to the villagers and let them not feel bad about the money, and try to use the combine harvester to harvest."

He Yaofa nodded, "Expert Luo, you said this well. Using a combine harvester to cut costs ten yuan per mu. This loss reduction should be more than ten yuan, right? I think it's cost-effective."