By the time Grandma Wu received the news, Guo Zhixia had already left Changping City with Factory Director Jia and the Qiao family.
Grandma Wu didn't know exactly where she went.
"Mom, Aunt Zhixia should be fine. It was Qiao Zhenjun's father who made the mistake, not Aunt Zhixia and the others. She won't end up like Dad."
Grandma Wu sighed. Ever since she came to Shanyao Village, she had kept in touch with Guo Zhixia, but now that they had suddenly lost contact, she didn't even know where Guo Zhixia was. Her situation couldn't be much better.
The days after the New Year flew by.
Before we knew it, it was the day of Lichun (the beginning of spring), and the fields were filled with people again.
The village party secretary assigned tasks to others.
After six months of experience living in the countryside, the Huang brothers have become quite skilled and are doing a very good job.
The village party secretary saw this and nodded. Then, his gaze shifted to a few male educated youths not far from them, and he looked away with disdain.
These people all come from the city, so why is there such a big difference?
As always, Grandma Wu cleaned the pigsty, fed the pigs, and herded them.
The five piglets from before the New Year have grown quite a bit, each one plump and white.
'Lolololo.....'
Qi Niuhua, who had just pushed her manure cart to the pigpen, was shoveling pig manure outside the pen with her head down.
Hearing Grandma Wu calling for the pigs, I would turn my head every now and then and see two big fat pigs leading five little fat pigs around the pigpen.
After finishing her chores for the day, Old Lady Wu turned around and noticed Qi Niuhua staring at the large and small fat pigs. She subconsciously frowned and asked, "What are you trying to do?"
"I...I didn't mean to do anything?"
Qi Niuhua was thinking about the New Year, and the aroma of pork wafting from every household made her mouth water uncontrollably.
"I'm just taking a look. You take good care of your pigs, and I'll get a share of the pork during the New Year."
After finishing shoveling the remaining pig manure, he pushed the bulldozer away.
Grandma Wu stared at her back for a while, but couldn't figure it out, so she put it out of her mind.
Spring planting season is here, and everyone's busy in the fields, but Grandma Wu isn't idle either.
Since she broke the rumor that Shanyao Village had no pigs for many years and added five piglets to the village, pigsties from all around came knocking on her door after the New Year.
"Comrade Wu, let's hold a training course. Let's share how to raise pigs better and produce more offspring!"
Old Mrs. Wu's lips twitched. Didn't the villagers have more experience raising pigs than she did?
Amidst the cacophony of voices, Old Mrs. Wu rubbed her throbbing temples. "When it comes to raising pigs, none of you here have as much experience as I do. Let's exchange ideas, but there's no need to talk about sharing."
Gou Cuifen stood next to Old Lady Wu, acting as her spokesperson.
"Alright, folks, Comrade Mingxia is too modest. Let's go first."
Under Gou Cuifen's guidance, the villagers who had been exchanging barbs earlier became exceptionally harmonious.
"Then I'll go first."
Following the sound, Grandma Wu saw a familiar face; it belonged to someone from Xiayao Village.
Because the two villages are close to each other, she is also very familiar with the pig farmers in Xiayao Village.
"Let's invite Comrade Wang Yadan to speak."
As soon as Gou Cuifen spoke, everyone's eyes were immediately drawn to her face. Wang Yadan blushed, feeling a little embarrassed, but a laugh was already playing on her lips.
His hearty smile brought a smile to the faces of everyone present.
"Alright, I'll say it then, though it wasn't really me who said it."
"Then who exactly said that?"
"It was Comrade Wu Mingxia who said that raising pigs is just like raising a baby, it requires careful attention."
Um?
Everyone looked at each other, wondering how this had gotten to the topic of raising children.
"She said..."
Grandma Wu watched helplessly as a new spokesperson was chosen.
"When raising pigs, you need to pay attention to the balance between work and rest. Pigs usually eat and sleep, and their meat is loose and flabby."
"That's right, that's right, the pig we slaughtered today in Shanyao Village has incredibly delicious meat."
"You see? Right?"
"oh......"
The small room was filled with people, and a chorus of knowing and exclamations rang out.
"Alright, Wang Daya has finished speaking. Who else would like to share their experience with us?"
Yes! Me.
"And me!"
"Me first, me, me, me..."
The room suddenly became lively, with everyone talking at once.
Grandma Wu took out a notebook and pen and wrote down what they said, sentence by sentence.
Gou Cuifen asked in confusion, "Mingxia, why are you memorizing all this?"
Grandma Wu kept working with her hands. "They are all professional pig farmers in this area. They are definitely better than me, a half-baked farmer. I'll write them down and go back to experiment with them. It would be great if they could increase the number of pigs in our village."
Gou Cuifen lowered her excited voice and said, "You're the one with brains. I was just getting caught up in the excitement."
Grandma Wu didn't agree with her, saying, "You have a strong ability to control the situation. If there's any event in our village that needs a host, you'll definitely be the best candidate."
Gou Cuifen only half understood what Wu was talking about, but she understood the word "best" and her lips curled up in a smile.
Grandma Wu wrote down a thick stack of notes, and she and Gou Cuifen escorted the people to the village entrance, watching them leave.
Gou Cuifen turned her head and saw Old Lady Wu clutching the stack of papers she had written on to her chest as if they were precious treasures. "You're treating them like family heirlooms," she said.
Grandma Wu touched the rough paper. "Of course, the records are too messy. We still need to go back and reorganize them properly."
As the two parted, Old Mrs. Wu suddenly realized something and called out to Gou Cuifen, asking her to compile a list of the names of the people who had come today.
Which village is it from, and what's its name?
Gou Cuifen waved her hand, "Don't worry, I'll take care of this."
When he got home, he saw the village party secretary who had just returned from the township and couldn't help but sigh, "Mingxia really cares about the village."
The village party secretary was completely bewildered. "What happened?"
"Recently, people from other villages kept coming to our door, so I arranged a time for them all to come and have a... what was it again..." He patted his forehead. "Oh, right, Mingxia said it was some kind of seminar?"
"It's about everyone sitting down together, exchanging experiences, and broadening each other's knowledge."
"What does that have to do with what you're saying?"
Gou Cuifen glanced at him and said, "Listen to me, Mingxia has memorized a lot of what they said. She said that those people are professional pig farmers who have experience in raising pigs. She'll try to improve the pigsty and increase the number of pigs when she gets back."
"Let's slaughter a few more during the New Year, it won't be a problem."
The village party secretary stroked his beard and nodded. "Indeed."
"But Mingxia also asked me to give her a list of who came today and which village they were from. Why do you think that is?"
The village secretary paused in stroking his beard. Gou Cuifen, seeing him suddenly freeze, reached out and nudged him. "What's wrong with you?"
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