One villager said: "To prevent rain, we even built two rows of simple racks made of corn stalks to keep out the rain."

"Reporter Meng, look at this road. We leveled it several times and even used a stone roller to compact it."

"You've made the ground so compacted, what are we going to do when we're ready to plant the seeds?"

"What's there to be afraid of? We have plenty of strength. We can just dig it open."

Jiang Tang also introduced to Meng Si Ning: "We are also divided into areas, and we draw lots. The first one who came in was from the Hongguang Brigade. After all, it was the territory provided by them.

Then there is Shaluo Village.

Next is Shilin Village.

This row is Zhangwan, Youcaoling, and Liulin Village, and people can pass through at both ends.

It doesn’t mean that being in the innermost part is bad, it still depends on the quality of the things.”

"Yeah, your rule is very good."

Meng Sining took photos of them and finished a manuscript that day and gave it to Editor Su.

The next day after the release, Jiang Tang went to some units he knew to distribute flyers.

Just in time for the National Day holiday.

Some people are on break at work, so it's a perfect time to go to the market.

"Aunt Zhang, the market opens tomorrow. Everyone, please come if you have time. Here are some flyers. Aunt Zhang, if anyone knows you, please help distribute them."

"Okay, I have nothing to do these two days."

"Ginger Candy, we have to give you a bigger discount when we go there."

"Of course, of course."

After distributing the flyers, Jiang Tang caught the last bus that afternoon and went back.

"Captain Luo, has Xiaoli's grandfather made tofu?"

"We started working on it at 2 a.m., and we're still not sure about tomorrow's situation, so we won't do too much."