Chapter 77

Brainwash

The morning dew has just risen, spring apricots are everywhere, and tractors and tillers are busy on the flat fields.

The snow-white soil film was neatly spread out on the fertile fields, reflecting the sunlight so brightly that people could not even open their eyes.

Secretary Ah's car sped along the cement road, the glass reflecting everything. Wherever it passed, the members in the fields waved to him unconsciously.

Guo Bin, a special correspondent for the New Youth Daily, and photographer Jin Liang, were escorted by Secretary A's car to the farm for an interview.

"The new, industrialized agricultural model sounds very much like that. But, 900 kilograms per mu is the funniest joke I have heard since the Great Leap Forward. Master Jin, how can a small Mulan Farm possibly achieve something that even the Corps Farm cannot do in this Gobi Desert?

I think the enthusiasm of these people is so fake. The farm manager is probably crazy and wants to show off his achievements to his superiors. We must keep our eyes open when we go there and don't let this farm manager fool us." Reporter Guo Bin, who was sitting in the back, said quietly.

Photographer Jin Liang was only responsible for taking pictures, and of course he nodded frequently, "Okay."

"Nowadays, I have seen many officials who want to be in the limelight and want to show off their political achievements in the newspapers. They use the people as weapons and use the people's money to do good deeds to enhance their own official positions. At least here, I will not let them succeed." Reporter Guo is still an old fox after all.

Slowly lowering the window, he looked at the members working outside and waved his hand.

"That's Director Chen's car, right? Today is the weekend, is she coming to the farm too? Hey, get out of the way, let the director see how good I am at driving a tiller." Sun Duoyu was in the field. When he saw the car passing in front of him, he picked up the tiller in both hands and started to work hard.

As for the tiller, its bottom is made of iron and is extremely sharp. It is much harder to drive than a tractor. If you don't control it well and it flips over, it will only take a few minutes to cut off a thigh.

Therefore, Sun Duoyu used too much force and the tiller made a few noises. As expected, it overturned with a bang. Not only did he damage the soil film next to it, he also almost cut the legs of several educated youths.

"Sun Duoyu, do you know how to drive? If not, get out of here. I feel like you are deliberately trying to cause trouble." Wang Guanghai shouted.

Suddenly, a group of educated youth also shouted, "That's right, Sister Sun, you always take the credit for everything, we won't take it from you, but can you please not destroy the fruits of everyone's labor?"

Just then, a car passed by. Guo Bin slowly raised the window and said, "See? That female comrade must have been persecuted. Maybe she is the most sober person in this farm. As for the others, I think they are still blinded by the big leap idea. After we interview the farm director, let's interview her properly."

"Hello, Director Chen."

"Hello, reporter Guo, hello, teacher Jin, I am the director of our Mulan Farm, Chen Lina, and this is our deputy director, Comrade Wang Hongbing."

In the barley field, the first strawberries of early spring, as well as mulberries and fragrant melons, were placed on the stone roller. Next to them were a few wooden roots that had been rubbed smooth by the members' buttocks.

"This melon is produced in winter on our farm. Sangqi just picked it. As for the strawberries and cucumbers, they are new varieties cultivated in our greenhouse. Would you two reporters like to try them?"

Having said that, Chen Lina went to greet Anna and poured water for the two reporters.

"This place is close to the Soviet Union. I guess these things are all from the Soviet Union. She has put a lot of effort into entertaining us." Reporter Guo said, throwing a strawberry in his mouth and sighing, "It's so damn sweet."

"Well, Director Chen, please tell us about your life experience. How did you come to the frontier? And how, at such a young age, you became the director of a farm with a productivity of 1,000 people?"

As he spoke, reporter Guo narrowed his eyes slightly, and when he saw Chen Lina coming over with the tea, he quickly leaned back and looked very alert.

The photographer said, "Director Chen, please turn your head."

Chen Lina immediately turned around and smiled.

Well, a beautiful lady with slightly curly wavy hair tied up high, a little liberation outfit, a long black skirt, a high nose bridge and fair skin, an exotic look, capable and cool.

"How about this, Master Jin, take a few more photos of Director Chen, and I'll go walk around in the fields to collect some information. As for the interview, Director Chen can just write a report and hand it in at night, and that's it. What do you think?"

Having said that, reporter Guo picked up his canvas travel bag and prepared to leave.

"Well, Reporter Guo, why don't we go to our soil-film greenhouse first? I think you probably think that we can't grow strawberries or mulberries in places like our border areas. These things are probably brought by me from other places to give you a face-saving project. Well, how about we go and see where they are produced?" Chen Lina said.

In fact, this was also taught to her by Nie Bozhao.

As for the reporters from Beijing, not to mention being conceited, when they saw such a beautiful woman like Chen Lina as the director, it was inevitable that they would want to slip into her skirt.

The most convincing thing at this time is the soil-film greenhouse that the old professors have been fighting for a whole year.

Unfortunately, the strong winds and sandstorms since the beginning of spring have destroyed several acres of earth-film greenhouses, and the only remaining greenhouses for growing fruit are two.

Chen Lina urgently needs money and needs the plastic factory to help her develop a mulch film that is more resistant to wind, snow and damage.

However, if she wanted those things, she had to get this reporter to speak well of her in the newspaper.

"My God, it's really hot in here, but did you really grow these strawberries yourself?"

"As long as the seedlings are planted, we won't have to worry about not having fresh fruits to eat as it's a perennial. " Chen Lina said, "But we have to take great care to protect it in winter. The soil film is easily broken and the wind is strong at the border. If it collapses under the weight of snow, all our hard work will be wasted," Wang Hongbing explained.

Reporter Guo picked one and took a big bite, exclaiming in admiration, "It's sweet, very juicy." But there was just too little of it, and it looked like a face-saving project.

"However, this new planting method cannot be separated from the strong support of the leaders, such as the secretary of the mining area, the district head, or the provincial leaders."

You know, this kind of planting method is extremely rare even in the mainland, let alone in the border areas.

Not to mention how expensive soil membrane is, just think about it, which leader would dare to invest so much money in a farm at a time when everyone is hungry.

Unless, you are obsessed with sex, right?

"Yes, the leaders of the mining area are very supportive of us," Wang Hongbing then said.

"Besides, our Director Chen is a great dancer. Comrades from Beijing, how about letting Director Chen dance with everyone at the cultural center tonight?" Several female educated youth who were busy in the greenhouse also came over and said with a smile.

Reporter Guo's eyes suddenly looked different.

Well, in his opinion, this beautiful manager may have some ability, but she is definitely dependent on nepotism.

"Well, comrade reporter, let's eat first." Wang Hongbing rubbed his hands, feeling very nervous.

Who knew that just this one sentence would ignite the anger of reporter Guo, "Director Wang, do you know what a reporter's professional ethics is? Do you know what the truth is? We are here to represent the 400 million people of the Republic to seek the truth and understand the working methods of a farm. We heard that you produced 900 kilograms of wheat per acre.

So, we came here. What we want is the truth about producing 900 kilograms of rice per mu, not eating, not dancing with decadent capitalism. "

As he said this, he glared at Wang Hongbing who was about to step forward, then turned around and walked away.

"Director, why did that reporter just walk away without even looking at us? Isn't he a reporter from the Beijing Youth Daily? I thought he would be approachable, but I didn't expect him to be so fierce. Besides, does he think we are bragging?" said the educated youth Xiao Qin.

"He came here with tinted glasses and is prejudiced against our entire farm. Well, let's just do our own thing. I want to see what tricks he can come up with on this farm."

Reporter Guo came out of the greenhouse and strolled around the farm. When he arrived in front of the production team's dugout, he heard Sun Duoyu arguing with someone.

"Well, Sun Duoyu, who has no respect for the director, is serving the people, and your chicken is eating my vegetables again."

"Down with the local tyrants and wicked people. My chickens are well kept, so why would I eat your food?"

"Carry the revolution through to the end. Just wait. Sooner or later I will kick you out of the farm."

"All reactionary derivatives are paper tigers, bah! I want you to kick me out of the farm, then I am not Sun Duoyu."

To be honest, ever since Huang Huacai left, Sun Duoyu doesn't stutter even when they argue.

"Comrade, can I sit in your den for a while?" Reporter Guo stepped forward and shook hands. "I am a reporter from the New Youth Daily. I want to interview you about something. Of course, I also want to go out and work with you and visit your work in person. What do you think?"

"Reporter, of course that's fine. Come in, I'm cooking right now. I'll treat you to lunch."

Sun Duoyu didn't care much about hygiene. There was a jar of rotten pickled cabbage in the cave, and the whole house was filled with the smell of stinky feet.

"Originally, we ate steamed buns every day. These past two days, we have been working on the farm, so the farm manager gave us some white flour. I made a pot of pickled cabbage rice, but I was worried that I couldn't finish it by myself."

Okay, give Master Jin a bowl. Sun Duoyu directly handed his small aluminum pot to reporter Guo.

In this bare-bones home, reporter Guo said to Master Jin, "Look, this is the kind-hearted member who is truly oppressed under the frivolous atmosphere. Look how hard her life is. She doesn't even have a bowl of rice."

However, the two were also puzzled. "Comrade, you gave us the pot and bowl, what are you going to eat with?"

Sun Duoyu brought something over from the door and said, "This is the shell of a Hami melon. Come on, reporter, just scoop a shell out of the pot for me."

"What? It doesn't taste good? Why don't you eat it?" Sun Duoyu was shocked.

Reporter Guo had a bitter face. As an intellectual, he could not show that he did not like the food when he sat next to the hard-working people. So he picked up his chopsticks and said, "Delicious, delicious."

Sun Duoyu didn't even have chopsticks. Under the watchful eyes of reporter Guo and teacher Jin, she ran to the entrance of the nest, took down two bamboo sticks from the broom handle, put them together as a pair, and started to dig rice with a few shovels.

Moreover, the shaved ones are so fragrant.

Chen Lina was driving her car back home to cook. She passed by the door of the dignitary. Sun Duoyu hurriedly said, "See? That's our director's car. You haven't ridden in one, have you? I have. The director's car is so stable."

Thinking back to when she was squatting in the Public Security Bureau crying, the director came to pick her up personally, put clothes on her, and let her get in the car. Sun Duoyu was so moved that tears welled up in his eyes.

Before reporter Guo came, he knew nothing about Chen Lina.

Sitting in a cave, eating a pot of sour rice soup, he became more and more fascinated by Chen Lina. "Um, Comrade Sun, does your director like to show off?"

"Of course. She is the most beautiful girl on our farm. During social gatherings, all the men are eager to dance with her. Comrades from the Armed Forces even arm-wrestled to dance with her."

"What an exaggeration! Really an exaggeration." Reporter Guo said to Master Jin.

"Okay, reporter, it's time for me to take a nap. This is the rule set by Director Chen. Originally, I could skip the nap and continue working. But she said that whoever skips the nap will not be allowed to go to the fields in the afternoon. She has a third eye and can see what all of us are doing." Sun Duoyu said mysteriously, pointing at his eyes.

"This, Master Jin, this is called brainwashing. This lesbian was brainwashed so successfully."

Of course, in order to find out how Director Chen brainwashed these people, Reporter Guo and Master Jin planned to go out for a visit while Sun Duoyu was taking a nap.

As a result, after walking a few steps, I saw several pregnant women with big bellies weaving wheat straw in the wheat field.

This type of wheat straw weaving was also brought by Chen Lina.

During the autumn harvest last year, we kept all the whitest and most beautiful wheat stalks. Then in the winter when we had nothing to do, we got together to weave baskets.

The basket can not only be used to hold steamed buns, but can also be made into a hat. You can wear it when the sun is shining, and it is waterproof when not in the sun.

"Oh my God, these are working women who are seven or eight months pregnant. How cruel can one be to let them continue working?" Reporter Guo's eyes almost popped out.

"Who told us to work? Of course it was our beloved manager. She said that we should exercise more during pregnancy so that we can give birth to a healthier baby."

As they spoke, several women shook the weaving in their hands. Chen Lili took the lead and everyone said, "Come on, reporter, take a picture for us, please."

One, two, three, click, and the photo of a group of pregnant women with big bellies who were being "persecuted" was taken.

The border is an extremely harsh place. In the mind of reporter Guo, what these people need are supplies, support, and comfort, and they need to be relocated back to the mainland urgently.

Instead of driving them like coolies, working hard to achieve results for the promotion and wealth of some people.

At this time, a report had already begun to take shape in his mind.

On the other hand, Chen Lina went home at noon. Because she had told them that she would entertain reporters from Beijing at noon, the children thought she would not be coming back, so they did not wait for her at the big iron gate.

I originally thought that since I was not here, Liu Xiaohong would definitely be the one cooking again, and the three brothers would be in a mess, and Erdan would have to pull firewood all over the yard.

I didn't expect to be stunned as soon as I entered the house.

Liu Xiaohong was in the yard, vine-raising the newly sprouted grapes. Nie Weimin stood beside her, handing her the wire, with an impatient look on his face. “Cousin, this is too rough. Can you be more delicate?”

A pair of pliers was used to tighten it. Liu Xiaohong turned her head and raised her eyebrows. "How about you do it?"

Nie Weimin thought for a moment and said, "Forget it. You come on. You're stronger."

In fact, Nie Weimin just wanted to see her stare. Everyone has a pair of eyes, but hers are so beautiful.

Chen Lina also said that she was inferior, but she was not inferior at all, she was as fierce as a little tigress.

Erdan and Chen Tiantian were feeding their sister in the corner. Their heads hit a wall and Chen Tiantian slapped Erdan in the face, “Hey, can you stay away from me? It stinks.”

After entering the house, Chen Lina thought that Nie Bozhao would be the one cooking today, and thought to herself, seeing as how he was clanging pots and pans, I'd better let him do it.

Who would have known that when we walked in, we saw Sandan sitting upright next to his father, while Nie Bozhao had tea on the table and a newspaper in his hand, and he was actually reading it.

"Cousin, they said you wouldn't come back, but you are back. I rolled out a long noodle. Wash the handles quickly and eat it later."

Nie Guozhu rushed out of the kitchen with his hands covered with noodles. He had to knead the noodles, roll the noodles, light the fire and cook, and he actually did it all by himself.

Sitting next to Engineer Nie, Chen Lina suddenly sighed with emotion, "For the first time in my life, I am sitting at this table, waiting for a meal in this family. Engineer Nie, you seem to be in a bad mood."

"I am ashamed of myself. In my previous life, did he also cook for you?"

"you guess?"

Nie Gong took off his glasses angrily and said, "Tomorrow I plan to buy a copy of the "Yuebinlou Recipe" to study. Don't stop me."

In fact, my cousin in my previous life was not as diligent as he is now.

Not only did he not cook, he even threw his smelly socks to Chen Lina to wash.

Just like that, after the reform and opening up, he still complained about her shortcomings, but one day he suddenly discovered a new interest in prostitution in a dance hall, and from then on he followed those young girls in leggings and never looked back.

In short, Chen Lina at this time still thinks that Ma Gong is good no matter how you look at him. There is no man in the world who can compare to him.

After all, he was pure. He had gone too far last night and this morning he got up and quietly confessed in front of the statues of Marx and Lenin in the small study.

The three brothers ate their meals with their bowls. When they left, Nie Weimin waved and said, "Uncle Nie, I'll leave the washing of the dishes to you."

"Nie Weimin, go home early tonight and don't ask Nie Guozhu to cook for our family anymore. I only have a bag of noodles, and you see he ate most of it at noon. If he continues to eat like this, what are we going to eat for the rest of the month?" Chen Lina said when getting off the car.

Nie Weimin smiled timidly, unbuckled his seat belt, got out of the car and stretched his waist. "I knew you wouldn't like him eating flour. Haha, see."

Well, Chen Lina knew this kid, he never fights a battle he is not sure of winning.

We drove out of the base, but before we reached the farm, we were stopped by Wang Hongbing. "Lina, those two reporters from Beijing insisted on going to the fields. They said that investing in tillers in the deserts on the border is a waste of our Republic's limited money, a reversal of the Great Leap Forward, and that we are deliberately creating a false prosperity. What should we do?"

"Give them each a hoe, and let them work the fields if they want to, or go wherever they want to understand the people's sentiments, and leave them alone for two days."

What a bad character. Don't be so arrogant when you are given respect. You have such a big prejudice.

Okay, Chen Lina thought, let’s talk about it after you actually work for two days.