"Condolences?" Meng Jianshe couldn't understand Xiao Jiahua.
Around him, several educated youth who were bending over to work heard it and put down their cotton bags.
They straightened up and stared at Xiao Jiahua curiously.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Xiao Jiahua opened his simple backpack, took out greasy paper bags, and placed them one by one on the colored cotton machine at the edge of the field.
The aroma of meat immediately filled the air, drifting into the air and into the noses of the educated youths.
"Teacher... am I suffering from heat stroke from working? Am I hallucinating? Why do I smell the aroma of roasted whole lamb?"
A dark and thin boy wearing super thick wine bottle bottoms couldn't help but ask.
The senior sister with pigtails next to him immediately patted his head and said, "Four Eyes, you are stupid, that's not a roasted whole lamb, it's a roasted bun with lamb filling!"
They were talking, but their eyes were fixed on Xiao Jiahua's hands. Every time she took out a baked bun, they swallowed their saliva.
Unfortunately, Xiao Jiahua "accidentally" broke the skin of a bun, and two drops of grease dripped onto the ground and seeped into the soil. Everyone gasped.
What a waste of resources!
You know, during the days of working in the border areas, these young people almost forgot what beef and mutton taste like. During festivals, the canteen stews vermicelli, and if you add two more scoops of soy sauce, it's like eating braised pork!
Meng Jianshe couldn't stand it and shouted at the students, "What are you looking at? Don't you have to work? If you don't complete the task, no one will be allowed to eat at noon!"
The educated youth shrank their necks and had to continue bending over to take samples.
They were working with their hands, but their ears were not listening and were paying attention to the movements in front of them.
Meng Jianshe's face turned even darker.
"Comrade, comrade, what do you mean by this? The transportation cooperation between long-staple cotton and other provinces is not decided by me alone, and it is not something that you can buy with a few buns."
"Team Leader Meng, let's not talk about cooperation today." Xiao Jiahua said innocently.
"I have been in Ti County for two days and have seen you and your students working in the fields every day, working harder than the working people. I was deeply moved, so I went to a state-owned restaurant and ordered some steamed buns to reward everyone and express our respect for the people's scientists!"
Xiao Jiahua deliberately raised his voice, fearing that others might not hear him.
As expected, the educated youth in the fields were excited. “Are these steamed buns really for us to eat?”
After hearing this, even if Tong Qifang was slow to react, she understood Xiao Jiahua's intention.
The drunkard's real intention is not to drink. Only by giving up the bun can you catch the wolf.
She once again showed off her prominent identity, "Team Leader Meng, fellow students, as the 'March 8th Red Flag Bearer' of Taifeng County and the director of the National Cotton Mill, I have come all the way here mainly to learn from you the cotton high-yield technology.
"You are the real advanced children. I want to thank you for your great contribution to the cotton spinning industry of our country!"
Praised by the “March 8th Red Flag Bearer”? Such a great and glorious scene instantly aroused the confidence and pride of the educated youth.
At the beginning, they came to southern Xinjiang with books, determined to "not occupy a single acre of land from the masses and build a garden on the Gobi Desert", but what they faced was more of heavy labor and a difficult life.
Living in dugouts and sleeping in mud houses, they struggled with the natural environment. Poverty and hunger were the norm.
It has been a long time since anyone brought them delicious meat buns, affirmed and praised their value, and said to them, "Kids, you have worked hard."
Some female educated youth who missed home even secretly wiped away their tears.
Tong Qifang was moved from the bottom of her heart.
With red eyes, she picked up the buns and stuffed them into the hands of the younger educated youth, "Eat, kids, these are just a small token of our appreciation."
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