When Liu Decai returned home for the weekend, he learned that his mother and sister had been beaten by Yan Xiaonan's father. He had the idea of going to their house to settle the score and see Yan Xiaonan again, but he was stunned by his mother's last words.
"De Cai, don't you know that Yan Xiaonan is Yan Daqiang's niece? Today, your mother was kicked pretty hard by Xue Ying."
"Mom, are you sure Yan Xiaonan is Yan Daqiang's niece and not just an ordinary commoner?" Liu Decai asked, unwilling to give up.
"Yes, yes, no wonder he can live in a courtyard house. It's a pity it's only one courtyard." Liu Decai's mother recalled the layout of the courtyard house. She wished she could live there. Unfortunately, Liu's family had heavy burdens, and he had to send most of his salary and benefits back home every month.
"Yan Xiaonan lives in a courtyard house? Didn't she just get admitted from a remote rural area? Where would she get the money to buy a courtyard house?" Liu Decai felt out of touch with reality.
When he conducted his initial investigation, the records only stated that Yan Xiaonan was from Mushroom Village, born in December 1959, and that her parents were farmers. That was all.
And that courtyard house, how did my mother know? "Mom, how did you know Yan Xiaonan lives in a courtyard house?"
"It was that Hu Lisha who told me. That good-for-nothing is so mean. She only told me that Yan Xiaonan lived there, but she didn't tell me that she was Yan Daqiang's niece."
Liu Decai looked at his mother as if she were a fool: "Mom, Hu Dazhuang and my father are enemies, how could you believe Hu Lisha's words!" He regretted it. If he had known that Yan Xiaonan had a background, he would have done it differently.
Liu Decai's mother also beat her chest and stamped her feet: "That good-for-nothing, one day I'll make her pay."
Liu Decai said impatiently, "You? Forget it. What I find strange is how Yan Xiaonan's family could afford a courtyard house. Aren't her parents farmers?"
“I saw an old lady inside, probably Yan Daqiang’s mother. They have such good benefits, what’s so strange about them buying a courtyard house for their mother to live in? Don’t you know that Yan Aidang’s wife gave him a two-courtyard house as part of her dowry?” Liu Decai’s mother rolled her eyes at her son, wondering what he was thinking.
Liu Decai was very tempted. If Yan Xiaonan married him, could that courtyard house also be used as part of her dowry?
"Mom, did you succeed in arranging the marriage today?" Liu Decai asked hopefully.
The old woman's eyes rolled back in anger: "You brat, are you blind? Your mother has been beaten like this, and you tell me, is that enough? And your sister, that ingrate, saw me being beaten and ran away as fast as she could. Don't let her come back, or I'll break her legs."
Liu Decai remained silent, completely unconcerned about his mother's injuries. She had only been hit a few times; there was no danger to her life. What was there to worry about?
Yan Xiaonan and her grandmother were sitting in her uncle's car, heading towards Xue Honggen's office.
Xue Honggen was overjoyed when he received the call from Yan Daqiang. If his team had Yan Xiaonan, her special abilities should be able to help solve many real-world problems.
Xue Honggen's office is simple and elegant, with a desk facing the door. On one side of the door are three simple leather sofas: a three-seater sofa and two single sofas, surrounding a coffee table.
Xue Honggen invited them to sit on the sofa. The guard poured four cups of tea and brought them in, then locked the door and stood guard outside.
"Nan Nan, Grandpa Xue won't waste any more time. Can your special ability accelerate the growth cycle of crops?"
Yan Xiaonan was a little unsure whether what Grandpa Xue and the others knew was that he could accelerate the growth cycle of crops or promote the growth of crops, which were two completely different concepts.
Looking at Yan Xiaonan's expression, Xue Honggen couldn't help but feel worried. The little girl was too naive; a single sentence could reveal her innermost thoughts. This wouldn't do.
"Nan Nan, you don't need to guess how much we know, but rather how much you want us to know. You can ignore the rest; the initiative is in your hands."
Yan Xiaonan suddenly realized, "Yes, how did I end up in a dead end? It's true what they say, 'Possessing a treasure is a crime.' I felt guilty, so I condemned myself first. That won't do."
"Grandpa Xue, tell me your requirements and let's see how much I can do." Yan Xiaonan changed her approach.
Xue Honggen nodded with a smile, "This child is teachable."
"Nan Nan, we have a special team here. There are very few people, but each one of them is worth a hundred or even a thousand. Would you like to join this team?"
"What are the benefits of joining this team?" Yan Xiaonan asked Xue Honggen.
"First, you will be given a corresponding position and benefits based on your special abilities and contributions. Second, you are free to move around as you please, but you must complete any tasks assigned to you. Of course, each person's tasks will be assigned based on their abilities. Third, you are protected by the country, and no one may harm you, provided that you are all loyal to your country," Xue Honggen explained in detail.
"So what is my task?" Yan Xiaonan needed to find out to know whether she should agree.
“Nan Nan, we desperately need cotton. The soldiers’ blankets and clothes need to be replaced, but as you know, the current production is insufficient. We are like a skilled cook without rice to cook.” Xue Honggen said.
"How many do you need? You need to give me at least a quantity so I know if I can make it," Yan Xiaonan said.
“According to normal cotton planting, the cycle is six months, and high-yield cotton yields 300 kilograms per mu. I request that the cycle be shortened by half and the yield doubled. Is that possible?” After all, Xue Honggen did not fully understand Yan Xiaonan’s superpower, so he decided to gradually increase the demand step by step.
“I need black soil. The last time my uncle took me to that mountain, there was a patch of black soil near the foot of the mountain, which was nearly ten acres in size,” Yan Xiaonan made her request.
Xue Honggen didn't know which mountain Yan Xiaonan was talking about, nor did he know what black soil was. He looked at Yan Daqiang with a puzzled expression. Yan Daqiang smiled and said, "It's the mountain where we often train."
The image of that mountain flashed through Xue Honggen's mind, and he immediately became a little nervous: "Daqiang, isn't that mountain a bit dangerous? I heard there are bears in there, and we don't even know if there are tigers."
"I'll lead the troops on a field training exercise this month to scare away those big guys, so Nan Nan can start planting next month. Don't worry," Yan Daqiang assured him.
"Grandpa Xue, I'll deliver 6,000 catties of cotton to you over three months, right?" Yan Xiaonan asked.
Xue Honggen started calculating. Normally, 100 mu of land can only produce 30,000 kilograms of cotton in half a year. If he could find 100 mu of black soil for Yan Xiaonan, then in half a year, it would be 120,000 kilograms of cotton.
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