Recently, a few educated youths came to the brigade. They arrived during this lean season, and the brigade had to arrange accommodations for them and also share their own food rations with them. In the end, they were complained about how bad the food was.

He kept talking about contributing his strength to the construction of the motherland, and his words sounded so nice that the captain couldn't understand a word he said. But he knew one thing: he had to applaud and praise him when he said it.

Otherwise, they lack ideological awareness and are quick to report others to the Revolutionary Committee.

He's getting a headache from all the people talking about him graduating from high school or vocational school.

Even this time, when the commune organized the construction of a brick kiln for the village, which was originally a good thing, it was said that they were breeding "capitalist tails" and that they were now sitting in the posture of capitalist roaders.

In their eyes, these are still just kids, there's no need to be so fussy. If they can't stand it, they'll just not tell them.

With so many people in the village needing to eat, they have to find a way to survive.

Lin Ying didn't mind what he said: "Uncle, take me to see our bricks, I want to see what the problem is."

"Okay, okay, it's right here."

Lin Ying followed the brigade leader to their brick kiln. There was a lot of bricks piled up outside, and the men who came with them all had dark circles under their eyes, clearly indicating that they had been staying up all night.

Lin Ying went over to inspect the finished bricks.

After checking, Lin Ying frowned: "There's no problem. The bricks are crisp, and the quality is fine."

Wu Bo became anxious: "But these are red bricks, not blue bricks."

Lin Ying patted her head: "It's my fault. I forgot to tell you that these aren't blue bricks, they're red bricks. You did the right thing; this is how they turned out after firing. You succeeded."

The captain of Jinzhuang seemed to be unconsciously repeating Lin Ying's words: "It...it was a success?"

Lin Ying nodded affirmatively: "Yes, it worked."

At this point, other villagers asked, "But will anyone buy these red bricks?"

Lin Ying countered, "Why isn't anyone buying them? Whether it's red bricks or blue bricks, as long as they're sturdy enough, someone will definitely buy them. In fact, in the future, there will be more and more people willing to buy red bricks than blue bricks!"

"But they say red bricks are unlucky."

Wu Bo immediately retorted, "What nonsense are you spouting? That's all feudal superstition. Don't you want to live? Why are you talking nonsense here?"

Lin Ying didn't care and instead said, "Who says it's unlucky? This is clearly an auspicious color that has emerged in this new era. Our country uses red for weddings, and our revolutionary predecessors were Red Army soldiers. Our national flag is also a bright red flag. How could it be unlucky?"

The captain of Jinzhuang Brigade shouted, "That's right! Comrade Lin Ying said there's nothing wrong with these bricks, so there's nothing wrong with them. Besides, everyone has seen these past two days that these bricks at least won't swell up after being soaked in water. Even if these bricks don't sell in the end, we'll organize the repair of all the houses in the village. Isn't that better than those dilapidated mud houses?"

Hearing the team leader say this, everyone was excited: "That's right, as long as the bricks are fine, we'll use them ourselves even if no one else buys them. We'll build our houses solid! We'll never have to worry about our houses being blown down again."

Wu Bo was displeased: "What are you saying? Whether there's a buyer or not, we'll talk about it after we sell! All you ever think about is making money off others, can't you be a little more ambitious?"

The villagers of Jinzhuang Brigade were covered in dust and dirt, but they were all smiling very happily.

The frustration that had been building up in their hearts for the past few days finally dissipated.

This stuff has no cost; people just sit at home all day anyway. If it's successful, it would be great if they could sell it for food. If they can't sell it, they can take it back to build their own houses.

We'll build those big tile-roofed houses then, and we won't have to worry about leaky roofs anymore.

I thought everyone was full of fighting spirit.

Lin Ying was only responsible for technical guidance; she didn't need to worry about sales: "Since there are no problems here, I'll head back now. The child is still sleeping in the car."

Upon hearing this, Wu Bo said, "That's all for today. Everyone go home and rest. I'll bring people tomorrow to discuss the sales. Don't let me down then."

Everyone laughed heartily: "Don't worry, it won't happen."

Just as everyone was chatting and laughing, preparing to see Lin Ying and the others off, they heard from afar, "Look, they're right there! I told you they sneaked out, but you didn't believe me!"

The next second, inside Lin Ying's car, Er Ya burst into tears.

The sight of the several educated youths who had been running towards them immediately drew their attention to the car.

When Lin Ying heard Er Ya crying, she was worried that Shuanzi might run out from inside looking for her without getting dressed properly, so she hurriedly ran over.

Ignoring their strange looks, Lin Ying walked to the car and hurriedly said, "Erya, don't cry, your aunt is outside." After speaking with them outside, Lin Ying opened the car door and got in.

This way, the child won't have to worry about someone else opening the door.

When Lin Ying went in, she saw that both children were sitting up. Shuanzi was holding Er Ya, and although he wasn't crying, his eyes were filled with tears.

Er Ya cried even harder after seeing Lin Ying, looking as if she had suffered a great injustice.

"Don't cry, don't cry, Auntie is right outside. See, Auntie came back as soon as you cried, didn't she?"

After speaking, Lin Ying took off her gloves and hat, then took off her coat before walking over to the two children.

Lin Ying first patted Shuanzi's head: "Were you scared?"

Shuanzi, who had been holding two small memorial tablets in front of him with one hand and protecting Er Ya with the other, let go of Lin Ying's hands and rushed into her arms upon hearing her words.

He didn't say anything, but Lin Ying knew that Shuanzi was frightened.

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