Chapter 31 Chapter 31 Technology Failure
However, Captain Wu is the captain of the farm and the head of the security department after all, so he cannot be completely ruthless.
He Juanxia smiled and said, "Why don't you buy a dog and I'll help you train it."
Captain Wu's eyes lit up. "Sure, could you please come with me and help me sort it out? I trust your judgment."
He wasn't just saying it, he really wanted to get a guard dog for the security department. After all, sometimes dogs are much more useful than people.
He Junxia nodded enthusiastically: "No problem, you can come see me anytime you have time."
Captain Wu patted him on the shoulder and said, "Good boy, thank you so much for troubling you. Your father and I are of the same generation. Just call me Uncle Wu. It sounds awkward to call me yours or not."
He Junxia smiled: "It's not a big deal, Uncle Wu, I just need to be able to help you."
A few people came to the field chatting and laughing. Zhima jumped onto the edge of the field and started running on patrol. White hot air came out of his nose, and after a while he ran dozens of meters away.
He Junxia opened a piece of fruit candy and put it in his mouth, then started hitting the iron basin in his hand with a wooden stick to make an annoying noise.
In a blink of an eye, the sun rose slowly from the east, and the rays of light were brilliant and dazzling. He Junxia squinted his eyes and yawned.
It's finally over.
He Junxia fell asleep as soon as he got home. The dog resembled its owner, and Zhima fell asleep even faster than him. He started snoring loudly almost as soon as he lay down in the doghouse.
Time passes by unknowingly.
One day, two days, three days, four days...the crops in the fields were finally ready to be harvested.
The climate close to zero degrees brings biting cold winds, but the people of Hejia Village are full of fighting spirit and energy. They work hard with their hoes to dig out a whole season's harvest, and are not afraid of the winter frost and snow at all.
"How much?"
One person couldn't wait to ask.
"208 kilograms." He Junqiu, who was in charge of recording, glanced at the number on the scale and asked, "Is there anything left to be weighed? Have you finished weighing all the potatoes for this acre of land?"
"No more, how many pounds in total?"
He Junqiu wrote and drew on the notebook, then looked up and said happily, "A total of 1,326 kilograms."
The crowd suddenly burst into loud cheers.
Although an output of 1,300 per mu was not considered much in the past, and could even be considered a reduction in yield, times are different now. After experiencing rainstorms and facing severe cold, achieving such a figure is definitely the result of everyone's hard work.
It is no exaggeration to say that it is a bumper harvest.
The atmosphere of happiness and joy spread to every corner of the farm. Everyone had a smile on their face and cheered for the harvest that had finally arrived.
A few days later, bags of potatoes and sweet potatoes still hanging on the soil were transported to the county town, and the employees of the planting team also received additional commission rewards.
Most people chose to sell the sweet potatoes and potatoes they got for money, and He Junxia's family followed the trend and sold some cabbage.
Originally, Zeng Xiuping, like everyone else, wanted to sell all the sweet potatoes and potatoes that he received as commission, but was stopped by He Junxia.
Because Xu Li had reminded them many times, both explicitly and implicitly, that she was worried about the future weather conditions and asked them to store the food and not sell it.
After learning that Xu Li was a reborn person, He Junxia took her words very seriously and naturally would not sell the food at home, even though they had stored a lot of food.
If He Junxia hadn't been worried about it being too conspicuous and being noticed at special times, she wouldn't have wanted to sell it at all. After all, their house had many rooms and a cellar, so they could easily store hundreds of kilograms of sweet potatoes and potatoes.
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Winter is a world of silence, but the bustle of Hejia Village never stops because of the cold weather.
Although the employees of the planting team were given a seven-day holiday after the crops in the fields were sold, they immediately became busy again after seven days.
Winter in the south is a spell attack, and the lowest temperature will not drop below minus five degrees Celsius, which is very suitable for the growth of cold-resistant crops, and only suitable for the growth of cold-resistant crops.
He Junxia lowered her head and blew a breath of hot air into her gloves. Her cold hands were surrounded by the hot air, and she finally felt a little alive.
It’s so cold and my ears are itchy.
He Junxia couldn't help but stretch out his fingers to scratch his ears. Both of his ears had frostbite, which was so itchy that it could drive people crazy. Unfortunately, there was no good way to treat it. He could only wait for the weather to warm up and the frostbite to go away on its own.
He Junxia sighed.
He was so stupid, really. He was not careful when buying winter supplies and actually bought a hat that didn't cover the ears. Now he is getting the consequences.
He Junxia continued to blow hot air into her gloves. She forgot to put on the heat pack when she went out, so her hands were never warm and were icy cold. She must not get frostbite again.
He Junxia thought painfully, and when he noticed the envious looks from others, he sighed silently.
Their family's situation is relatively good. There are many people in the village who are worse off than him. Some people have frostbite all over their hands, feet, faces, and ears, which is extremely painful when the disease breaks out.
I always feel that this winter is too cold.
He Junxia came to the village primary school which had been abandoned for several years. It had been transformed into an activity center with some simple sports equipment.
But he wasn't here to play today; he was here to attend the farm's year-end summary meeting. He and Zeng Xiuping had both been awarded Model Worker awards, and Captain Wu had told him that the person in charge had set up a generous bonus.
He Junxia walked into the conference hall converted from several primary school classrooms with great anticipation. A gust of warm air hit her face, instantly dispelling the chill brought by the ice and snow.
He Junxia came to the chair with his name on it and sat down. This was the seat reserved for winners. On his left was Xu Li and on his right was Zeng Xiuping, both of whom were familiar to him.
Soon, everyone arrived and the host took the stage to officially begin the year-end meeting. First, please...
He Junxia sat drowsily in the chair.
It's no wonder he wanted to sleep. The people speaking on the stage were just speaking meaningless official jargon. There were nearly three hundred people sitting in the conference room, and the closed doors and windows caused the carbon dioxide content to be too high. Even someone who didn't want to sleep would feel drowsy.
"Get up, get up, it's our turn."
Zeng Xiuping nudged his son with his elbow and quietly woke He Junxia up.
He Junxia, who was actually sleeping with his eyes half closed, shook his head, pinched his wrist hard to wake himself up, and followed the group to the stage to receive the award.
Ten employees received Model Worker awards, based primarily on their performance during the floods and their regular attendance (the security department was not included). If He Chengcai and his apprentice hadn't been frequently called upon by the county to build houses, he likely would have received one as well.
He Junxia held the hundred-yuan bill in her hand, her mind completely clear, and the smile on her face was brighter than a flower.
But he was one of the calmer winners. Some emotional winners even grabbed the person in charge's hands and cried on the spot, expressing their gratitude while crying.
When they went downstairs after receiving the award, He Junxia saw that most people's eyes were red, even Zeng Xiuping was no exception, which made him look like an outlier.
He Junxia: ...
He Junxia tried hard to recall the saddest thing in her life, and made her eyes turn red so that she could fit in with the group.
He Junxia didn't understand why they were crying.
Although the reward is 100 yuan in cash and a set of warm clothing, which is almost two months' salary for everyone when converted into money, it is very generous, but it is not enough to make people excited to cry.
But judging from their expressions, they didn't seem to be putting on a show, it seemed more like they were expressing their true feelings.
After the commendation ceremony, everyone went home. He Junxia curiously asked Zeng Xiuping why she was crying. Of course, he was not stupid enough to ask Zeng Xiuping directly why she was crying. Instead, he used the other winners as a raft to subtly lead to his own question.
Zeng Xiuping smiled without saying anything. She gently stroked the hundred-yuan bill in her hand as a prize, with indescribable pride and joy in her eyes.
In an instant, He Junxia suddenly realized.
This is the joy of being recognized and acknowledged by others, just like the tears that He Chengcai shed when several of his apprentices came to him to pay their respects as teachers.
To use an inappropriate metaphor, a gentleman will die for his friend.
As a young man, he has seen too much and too diverse online news and no longer needs a model worker award to prove himself. Naturally, he cannot feel the heartfelt joy of other winners.
However, even though she did not feel genuine joy for the Model Worker Award, He Junxia was still happy for Zeng Xiuping and the cash reward.
Oh, and some warm clothing.
He Junxia took out a hat from the warm clothing collection. It was a hat knitted with wool, with fine and dense stitches, and it also had ear flaps, and it felt very comfortable to touch.
Looks like his old hat can be retired?
However, the woolen hat is an elastic style, while his old hat is a fleece-lined military cap, which is warmer than the woolen hat.
Is it an important question to choose overall warmth or ear cover?
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The author has something to say: When I was a kid, I had frostbite on my feet, and it was so itchy that I was going crazy. Sorry for being late, I’ll give red envelopes to my children,
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