Chapter 62
The new deputy director of the farm took office quickly.
The other party was a man in his thirties, dressed in flashy clothes. He was not afraid of the Little Red Soldiers at all. He wore a pink shirt with a slouch bag and black pants. He looked ruffian. Upon asking, I found out that he was transferred from the Daqing Oilfield. He was a native of the capital. His father was a middle-level leader in the capital and had a lot of say.
Well, such a big Buddha came to the farm, Yang Qiujin did not look at the monk's face but the Buddha's face.
She greeted the deputy director, Yu Cong, with a fake smile, and turned to business: "Comrade Yu, I plan to double the size of our farm, introduce some fully automated poultry farming equipment from the Soviet Union, and hire more workers. What do you think?"
Yu Cong lazily sat on the office chair at the farm, crossed his legs and said, "Director Yang, the situation between our country and the Soviet Union is tense and the war is imminent. You still dare to take the risk to buy Soviet equipment. Aren't you afraid that our farm will be accused of treason?"
Yang Qiujin couldn't stand his lazy look, so she kicked his crossed legs off the desk in front of him and said expressionlessly, "If two countries go to war, ordinary people won't have food to eat and live? Don't forget that most of the firearms and weapons currently used by our army are made of materials or technology introduced from the Soviet Union. If it is so clear, then our armed forces have also committed treason? I just bought a fully automatic feces cleaner, what does it have to do with treason?"
Yu Cong had heard of Yang Qiujin's fame before he came to the farm. He was not angry when she kicked him, but found it quite interesting. "Then tell me, how big do you want to expand, how many poultry and livestock do you want to raise, and how many machines do you want to buy?"
"We currently have more than 1,000 chickens, ducks, geese and rabbits artificially bred. There are four sows in the pig pen. Four litters of piglets were born at the beginning of the year. Excluding those that died of illness, there are 32 half-grown pigs alive now. These poultry and livestock are not enough for our farm's internal consumption. I want our farm to raise a variety of poultry and livestock, spread across the border farms and cities. In that case, it is necessary to increase breeding. In that case, artificial breeding will definitely not be able to cope with it, and it is inefficient. I plan to raise chickens in industrial pens and raise ducks, geese and rabbits artificially, thereby effectively solving the problem of small land occupation of the farm."
Yu Cong didn't agree or object. He tapped his fingers on the table and said, "You want to expand the breeding and buy a fully automatic feces cleaner. That will cost a lot of money, right? As far as I know, your farm only earned more than 10,000 yuan last year. Is it enough?"
"Not enough money is your problem, Deputy Director Yu." Yang Qiujin said with a fake smile, "Don't forget, Secretary Zhai asked you to come here to be in charge of the daily operation of the farm and solve the internal problems of the farm. I am only responsible for production tasks."
Yu Cong was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed, "Director Yang, I find you quite interesting. It's a pity that you are already married, and a military wife. Otherwise, a woman like you who is bold and opinionated is most suitable for my taste. I will definitely pursue you."
Yang Qiujin snorted coldly: "You make it sound like I'd fall in love with you if I wasn't married. If you have nothing to do, hurry up and get the money. It doesn't matter if you ask your farm for money or take out a bank loan. In short, you must get the money within a week. I believe that as a college student from the capital, you have the ability to ask for money. If not, it means you are not qualified to be the deputy director."
This is both a threat and an inducement, and it also flatters him. Yu Cong has no choice but to do it.
He sighed helplessly and shook his head, muttering, "Why am I so desperate that I have to leave the quiet oil fields and come to this remote farm to work in gold plating to suffer?"
As for asking the farm for money, given Secretary Zhai's stingy personality, it would certainly not be much. Yu Cong could only borrow money from the bank and act as a guarantor. If the farm suffered losses and could not repay the debt, he would have to pay for it himself.
The more he thought about it, the more he felt wronged. Wasn't it agreed that he would be the deputy director of the farm? How did he suddenly become responsible for everything in the farm?
Yang Qiujin was unaware of Yu Cong's frustration. She was sweating all over as she cut wheat.
The weather in August is in full swing. The wheat in Tianshan Farm is ripe, and the golden wheat stretches as far as the eye can see.
Because Professor Zheng, Professor Cai and other agricultural experts have been researching and transforming grain seeds in recent years, the wheat planted on the farm now has full grains and a high degree of ear hanging when mature, which is suitable for growing in the alkaline soil of the frontier. The yield has increased by two times that of previous wheat varieties, which has caused a sensation in Ava Farm, and nearby farms have also sent people to visit and learn.
When wheat is ripe, the most important thing is to harvest and thresh it.
Tianshan Farm is a subsidiary farm. Unlike the Ava Corps, which has the money to buy the latest foreign harvesting machines, Tianshan Farm currently relies entirely on manual labor for harvesting.
Looking around, the endless wheat fields were filled with farm workers, educated youth, and various low-class people with bad backgrounds who had been sent down to the countryside, waving sickles to harvest the wheat.
Yang Qiujin's farm was a subsidiary of Tianshan Farm. When the farm was robbed of wheat, except for the workers who stayed behind, all the others in their farm were borrowed by Secretary Zhai to harvest wheat.
The sun was high in the sky. People around were holding up the big sun, swinging sickles, sweating profusely under the sun, and cutting wheat quickly.
After the wheat is harvested, workers with different divisions of labor quickly carry the wheat to the rows of tractors waiting on the roadside. Once the tractors are full, they rumble to the flat wheat field in front of the farm warehouse to unload the wheat, thresh it, and dry it out in the sun.
Autumn harvest is a big event. Although there is little rain in border areas, the crops are ripe. The Chinese, who are hardworking by nature, will not let them rot in the fields.
While everyone was busy harvesting, Yang Qiujin was also infected. She knew very well how difficult it was to grow wheat from sowing to maturity. Everyone was eager to store the grain in the warehouse as soon as possible. She kept cutting with her sickle, and the wheat fell down in large pieces.
She cut the wheat quickly and well. After the wheat fell to the ground, the full grains did not scatter on the ground. The male educated youth who was responsible for helping her bundle the wheat kept praising her, saying, "Director Yang is indeed a model worker of the new era. Not only do you run the farm well, you also cut the wheat well. I really admire you."
Yang Qiujin wiped the sweat from her face and smiled, "Don't exaggerate anymore. If you exaggerate, I will become swollen and work harder. Those female educated youth saw me cutting so fast that they would also have to fly in order to catch up with me."
Nowadays, although the struggle in the country is still going on, it is far less severe than in previous years. Every year, new educated youth come to Tianshan Farm to work in the border areas. Like the old educated youth who came in previous years, they have endured the initial discomfort and are now working diligently, striving to be the best, and striving to become model workers.
As long as there were people harvesting wheat quickly in front, these educated youth would not want to fall behind and would try their best to harvest wheat to keep up.
The male educated youth laughed when they heard this. They knew that everyone was working so hard to harvest wheat in a high temperature of 38.9 degrees, which was a life-threatening thing. If they worked themselves to death, some would suffer from heatstroke, vomiting, and fainting, or even die from the sun. So they stopped praising Yang Qiujin and just did what they had to do.
After working for more than a week, tens of thousands of acres of wheat planted in Tianshan Farm were finally harvested. Yang Qiujin was sunburned and her skin was peeling. She was so tired that she lay at home, too tired to do anything.
Seeing that she was very tired, Chen Tianyou was very sensible and gave her a back massage after she finished her homework at home after school.
Li Xiu'e cooked a pot of thick sweet potato porridge in the kitchen, made some refreshing cold cucumber salad to go with the rice, grabbed some pickled ginger, pickled cowpea, pickled radish, and pickled pepper from the pickle jar, cut them into pieces and mixed them with red oil, then used the chicken that Yang Qiujin bought from the farm to make a stir-fried spicy chicken, and also shredded some cucumber and carrot and mixed it into a large bowl of cold noodles.
Yang Qiujin, who originally had a poor appetite, saw all of these were her favorite dishes. She ate two large bowls of porridge with the spicy pickles, the spicy chicken, and the crispy cold cucumber. At the end, she had another large bowl of cold salad and was so full that she kept burping.
Seeing her burping in a chair in the middle of the yard, Chen Shengqing tidied up the dishes on the table, went into the kitchen to wash the dishes, and then walked over to her and said, "Qiu Jin, I want to tell you something."
"What's the matter?" Yang Qiujin raised her eyes to look at him and found that he looked a little embarrassed.
Chen Shengqing held her hand and said, "I have to go on a mission tomorrow and may not be back for several months."
"What mission will take you so long?" Yang Qiujin sat up and noticed something was wrong. "You are not going to the Soviet Union to deal with Anna's problem, are you?"
Chen Shengqing was silent for a few seconds, but did not deny it. "I must personally resolve the possible danger to you, the child, and my mother, otherwise you will never have peace in your life."
"Will your life be in danger if you go to the Soviet Union?" Yang Qiujin asked.
"Yes." Chen Shengqing didn't want to hide it from her. "I'm ready to die in the Soviet Union, but if there's a chance to come back alive, I'll do my best to come back. But if I can't come back, Qiu Jin."
When he said this, he reached out and gently stroked her cheek, looking at her with burning and focused eyes, as if he wanted to engrave her face firmly in his heart. "If I can't come back, Qiu Jin, you should remarry. I can see that Ji Mingchen has always liked you. He and Shi Fangfang have been divorced for almost two years, and he has not remarried. I know that he has actually been waiting for you."
"What nonsense are you talking about!" Yang Qiujin was panicked by him, and her eyes were red unconsciously, "Can't you just go to the Soviet Union? If you insist on going, I won't stop you, but if you really die, what makes you think that I will remarry Ji Mingchen?"
"Because Ji Mingchen is the only one who can take good care of you for me." Chen Shengqing had a resolute smile on his handsome face. He sighed and said, "The thing I regret most is that I didn't get along with you earlier and didn't bring you to the army earlier, so that we wasted so many years. Qiu Jin, I can't repay you for your kindness to me in my lifetime. I can't let you live in endless danger for the rest of your life because of me. I must go to the Soviet Union. I will never let you die."
"So, Qiu Jin, live well, regardless of whether I come back alive from the Soviet Union or not."
"Why did you tell me? Does my mother-in-law know?" Yang Qiujin asked, suppressing her panic.
"She doesn't know that her heart is far less capable of bearing it than yours, Qiu Jin. Your character is destined to enable you to handle everything. If something really happens to me, I'll leave my mother in your care."
Yang Qiujin looked at Chen Shengqing with tears in her eyes, but she did not dare to cry out loud for fear that her children and mother-in-law would hear her.
She knew she couldn't persuade Chen Shengqing to change his mind about going to the Soviet Union, so she sniffed and said, "Take a shower first."
It was still early. After dinner, Chen Tianyou ran outside to play with his familiar friends. Li Xiu'e also went out to visit friends. Chen Shengqing didn't understand why she asked him to take a shower so early, but he didn't say anything. He obediently carried a bucket of cold water and went to the toilet to take a shower.
Halfway through his shower, the toilet door was pushed open. He instinctively became alert, but when he turned around and saw that it was Yang Qiujin, he immediately relaxed, "Qiujin, do you want to go to the toilet?"
The man's figure was even thinner than before, but his muscles had returned. At first glance, his body was covered with bullet and knife wounds, which made Yang Qiujin feel distressed.
"I'm not going to the bathroom. I'm here to see you." Yang Qiujin was wearing a white vest and short gauze pants. She had a curvy figure. She closed the bathroom door as soon as she came in. She stretched out her slender fingers and touched every scar on Chen Shengqing's body. She asked softly, "Does it hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt." When the cool fingers touched the hot body, Chen Shengqing's body tensed unconsciously and his throat rolled. "Qiu Jin, what do you want me to do?"
"What can I do at this moment? Don't you understand?" Yang Qiujin lowered her head and kissed the hideous scar on his left chest with her rosy lips. "You are leaving soon, why don't you fulfill your responsibilities as a husband?"
"Stop it." Chen Shengqing stretched out his hand and pushed her away. "It's not dark yet, and my health is not as good as before..."
"Silly boy, do you think that only men can take the initiative?" Yang Qiujin pushed the man against the wall, cupped his neck with both hands, and whispered in his ear, "The night before I married you, my aunts and uncles came to my house to teach me how to have sex. I have never tried it in all these years. Let's try something different today. We can't let you take the initiative all the time."
The woman took the initiative to attack, and the man was breathing rapidly. He wanted to refuse but couldn't. He said rationally: "What if Tianyou and Mom come back and see us? Aren't you afraid that the neighbors will hear us? You didn't bring a condom, what if you get pregnant?"
"You talk too much." Yang Qiujin blocked his mouth with her hand. "You saw it, Tianyou is not a child anymore, it's time for him to know some things. What if the neighbors heard it? We are a legitimate couple with a job license, what can they say? If you don't have a birth control condom, then don't have it. If you are pregnant, then give birth. Don't think about leaving me alone and getting pregnant and having a baby by yourself."
Chen Shengqing was shocked by her bold words, his pupils dilated, and he stared at her for a long time as if he didn't know her. Feeling the woman's initial movements, he lowered his head with fiery eyes, took away the woman's hand, hugged her fiercely, and pecked her on the lips...
The next day, before dawn, the rustling sound of Chen Shengqing getting dressed could be heard from inside the house.
Although he moved very quietly and the sound of the door opening and closing was almost inaudible, Yang Qiujin still heard the movement.
Yang Qiujin resisted the urge to go out and see the man off, because she knew that if she did, she would be reluctant to let him go and would cry and ask him to stay. So she covered herself with a thin blanket, pretending not to know, and silently shed tears.
I don’t know if it was because she was tortured too much that night, but she cried so much that she fell asleep in a daze.
When she woke up again, it was already bright outside. She only woke up when Li Xiu'e came into the room and called her.
While eating, Li Xiu'e remembered the smell of her son and daughter-in-law's room and the obvious kiss mark on her daughter-in-law's neck. Her face was full of smiles. She kept picking up food for Yang Qiujin, saying that she had worked hard and ordered more good food to replenish her body. She also specially cooked a boiled egg for her to replenish her body.
Yang Qiujin wanted to say something but stopped herself. In the end, she swallowed what she wanted to say and ate her boiled eggs in silence.
After dinner, Li Xiu'e went to find Zhao Erfeng as usual, and went to the match factory in the town to find odd jobs making paper boxes to take home.
The school was on summer vacation, and although Li Xiu'e didn't have to go to work, she was busy. Zhao Erfeng was an enthusiastic person who had known Li Xiu'e for almost two years. They had a lot in common, so he introduced her to the odd job of pasting paper boxes.
She was busy with work, and Yang Qiujin didn't worry that she would have wild thoughts. She just told her that Chen Shengqing was out on a mission and would not be back for several months. Li Xiu'e didn't think much about it, said she understood, and turned around to work.
Chen Tianyou was also on holiday. To prevent him and Li Goudan and his group of children from falling into the water while picking up wild duck eggs by the Tianhe River, Yang Qiujin called him, "Comrade Chen Tianyou, come with me to the farm today."
Chen Tianyou was about to run out, "Why should I go to the farm? To help you?"
"Why, you don't want to?"
"Yes, but I have a request."
"You say."
"Can I play slingshot?"
"Yes, you can not only play with the slingshot, but you can also use my gas and gun to hunt in the Gobi Beach outside the farm. But the prerequisite for hunting is that you have to help me finish the work."
"Great." Chen Tianyou's eyes lit up when he heard that he could use gas and guns. He ran back to the house excitedly, picked up the slingshot he had always wanted to play with, ran out and climbed onto Yang Qiujin's horse.
Yang Qiujin had just ridden out of the yard when Liang Xueqing from next door came out with her two children, apparently going to the Military Service Center to buy groceries.
Wang Songyang, who was already seven years old, had also grown a lot. When he saw Yang Qiujin riding a horse with Chen Tianyou, he immediately ran over and asked, "Auntie Yang, are you going to take Brother Tianyou to the farm to play? Can you take me with you?"
Since Chen Shengqing had the accident and had been in the hospital for a year and a half, Yang Qiujin had no time to cook at home, and Wang Songyang seldom came to their house to eat, knowing that it was very impolite to always eat at someone else's house.
But he still likes to play with Chen Tianyou, and as long as he has free time, he will follow him like a puppy.
Chen Tianyou couldn't stand him and sometimes he would scold him fiercely on purpose, hoping that he would give up. But he was cheerful like a silly spore and not angry at all. Chen Tianyou had no way to deal with him and could only let him do what he wanted.
Liang Xueqing didn't like the child's irresponsible behavior, so she disturbed Yang Qiujin who was busy with work and pulled Wang Songyang to say, "Songyang, your aunt Yang has to go to work, where is the time to take you out to play?"
Wang Songyang pouted and said, "Mom, you are lying. Brother Mingyou has brought his favorite slingshot with him. This means that Brother Mingyou is going to the farm to play. Why can't I go?"
"You kid, can you be the same as Tianyou?"
Other people take care of their children while they are working. It is no big deal for him to take his neighbor's child to the farm.
"Xueqing, it's okay. If he wants to go, then let him go." Yang Qiujin liked Wang Songyang very much. She thought that it didn't matter whether she took care of one child or two.
Liang Xueqing didn't like going out or making friends. The only people she was close to were Yang Qiujin and Zhao Erfeng, and she absolutely trusted Yang Qiujin.
She thought that she couldn't always restrict her child to play at home, which was not good for the child's body and mind. Liang Xueqing hesitated and said, "Then Songyang, you follow Aunt Yang and listen to Aunt Yang."
"I will." Wang Songyang ran over happily, and Yang Qiujin pulled him onto the horse.
Standing next to Liang Xueqing, Wang Songyue, who was already nine years old, had begun to look like a little beauty. Seeing her brother and Chen Tianyou riding off, she felt itchy inside and said to Liang Xueqing for the first time, "Mom, I want to go, too."
Liang Xueqing was somewhat surprised that her daughter, who was so quiet and never liked outdoor activities, actually wanted to go to the farm today. She hesitated for a moment and said, "Your Aunt Yang's horse can't hold so many people."
Wang Songyue bit her lip, looked at the three people on horseback with an extremely lost look, and said nothing.
Chen Tianyou couldn't bear to see her look so lost and sad, so he immediately said, "Mom, why don't you take Songyue and Songyang to the farm to play, and I'll wait for you at home."
A son is best loved by his mother. Yang Qiujin knew what he was thinking. She thought for a moment and said, "Let's go together. Let's go to the army logistics department to borrow a bicycle frame to put on Benying. It should be able to pull us to the field."
Benying was indeed a good horse. After the cart frame was put on him, he felt uncomfortable and jumped desperately, trying to get rid of it. After Yang Qiujin's comfort, he knew that he had to drag the cart frame today, so he stopped resisting. He carried Yang Qiujin and three others and ran very fast on the flat dirt road. He was no slower than usual and arrived at the farm on time.
The farm is being built and expanded these days, with pens being constructed everywhere. The militia can be heard banging bricks, while the original farm workers are still feeding poultry and livestock according to their previous work pattern.
When they arrived at the farm, everyone was already at work. Yang Qiuyue saw Benying harnessing a horse-drawn carriage, with one adult and three children getting off. She walked over curiously, touched Chen Tianyou's head and said, "Tianyou, it's been a long time since we last met. Why did you think of the farm today?"
"Auntie, long time no see." Chen Tianyou pulled Yang Qiuyue's hand affectionately, "Mom asked me to come here, saying that she wanted me to help with the work."
"Oh? What can you do?" Yang Qiuyue was surprised.
Yang Qiujin removed the frame and let Benying eat grass freely in the open field. "Let him help pick eggs, cut pig grass, and feed ducks and geese. He is such a big child, he can't stay at home doing nothing all the time. He needs to work and know how hard his parents work to earn money. When he grows up, he won't develop the bad habit of being lazy and greedy."
Yang Qiuyue thought there was some truth in this, and said to Yang Qiujin, "Okay, leave the children to me, I will lead them in the labor, and you go and negotiate with Deputy Director Yu about the work. I see that he has been going crazy recently, and he insists on organizing a few of us female comrades to sing and dance, saying that he wants to show off his talents at the farm's autumn harvest party."
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