"Dad, where did you go?" Fang Xiaoxia asked.

Fang Zhiyi casually shoved the things in her hand into hers: "Don't ask, it's none of your business."

Fang Xiaoxia felt a weight in her hand, and when she looked down, she saw that it was a stack of old books.

"Dad, why did you buy this?"

"Here you go, are you going to use it to start a fire?" Fang Zhiyi said, and a young man walked out.

"Xiaoxia, come early tomorrow so you can practice more... And who is this?"

Fang Zhiyi looked him up and down.

“This is my dad. Dad, this is the technician Wang I told you about.”

Xiao Wang extended his hand: "Xiao Xia mentioned Captain Fang, right?"

Fang Zhiyi put the things on the ground, reached out and shook hands with him, but her eyes glanced past him at the tractor.

This gesture led Xiao Wang to misunderstand, and he laughed, "Everyone's busy right now, and the tractors are being lined up in order. You guys from Xiashan Village might have to wait a while..."

Fang Zhiyi nodded, then looked away: "Thank you for taking care of my daughter, technician. She's a bit slow."

"Not stupid, not stupid at all, it's all learned! I've learned a lot from her too, she's quite talented." This is quite a high compliment.

Fang Zhiyi smiled and patted Fang Xiaoxia's head: "Talent? Success requires both talent and hard work, so don't be arrogant."

Technician Wang was taken aback, then took out his notebook and began to write down the exact words Fang Zhiyi had just said. Fang Zhiyi was somewhat approving; it had to be said that this was a unique kind of seriousness characteristic of people of this era, which was quite valuable.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Fang Zhiyi left with Fang Xiaoxia. Technician Wang watched them go until someone behind them shouted, "Technician, this tractor has broken down again!"

He sighed and quickly turned and ran inside to check.

Compared to Fang Zhiyi's open and generous demeanor, Fang Xiaoxia was a little nervous, afraid that someone would stop them and ask why they had so many things in their hands. She was puzzled as to how her father could be so bold.

Fortunately, there were no major setbacks along the way. When Fang Zhiyi returned to the village, he first delivered some things to each household, which were nothing more than basic supplies such as sugar, cloth, and eggs. Some of these were obtained by him directly exchanging coupons on the black market.

In short, every household was very satisfied. When faced with their gratitude, Fang Zhiyi simply waved his hand and said, "It's about serving the people."

When we arrived at his house, apart from some food and household items, the rest of the place was full of books.

Fang Xiaoxia looked at the pile of books with some confusion, until Fang Zhiyi slowly opened them and began to give her a serious lesson, which truly shocked Fang Xiaoxia.

Does my father have this level of education? But thinking about it, it doesn't seem wrong. When my mother was still alive, she told me that my father had gone to school in his early years.

Fang Zhiyi's reprimand interrupted her reverie, and she quickly began to listen to Fang Zhiyi's explanation.

Fang Zhiyi knew exactly how to begin the lesson, and Fang Xiaoxia listened attentively until their stomachs started growling.

Compared to the harmony in their home, Zhang Qingqing was very upset at this moment. Before, when she couldn't carry the fodder, others would help her, but now they ignored her completely. When Zhang Qingqing tried to talk to them to ease the awkwardness, the female educated youths all turned their heads away and pretended not to hear her.

Wei Xiangyang was delighted. After harvesting the rice, he leisurely returned to the educated youth settlement. Seeing the male educated youth covered in sweat, he was filled with pride.