Chapter 43 Xiaoyin, I regret not studying harder.
His mood instantly brightened, and Yin Haiqiang stood up and spun around in place.
He grabbed his wife's hand and spun her around.
"Honey, let's tidy up Xiaoyin's room again and clean it thoroughly. She's very clean and particular about things."
Liang Minying couldn't help but smile. Since Xiaoyin went to the countryside, she hadn't seen her husband so happy in a long time. It was as if Xiaoyin's departure had taken away his soul.
Sigh, grown men, all they think about is their wives and daughters.
However, this is also what she likes most about him.
Liang Minying gave her husband a generous kiss and said coquettishly, "Then it's up to you. Your daughter loves the decorations you've made."
When this was mentioned, Yin Haiqiang proudly raised his head: "You and your daughter have good taste."
Liang Minying studied fine arts, but architecture did not admit female students, so she took a roundabout approach. As it turned out, she did have considerable insight into architecture. Whether it was Western architecture or Eastern aesthetics, she had her own unique ideas and was a well-educated young lady.
It was during this process of seeking knowledge that she met Yin Haiqiang.
Although Yin Haiqiang came from a poor family, he was very opinionated. His grandmother was biased and never intended to pass on the family work to him. After dropping out of school, he worked hard on his own, finding books to read in garbage dumps. Later, he gradually made a name for himself in carpentry and became a temporary worker in a lumber mill without any connections. He definitely took a self-made path.
But these two people, with such different backgrounds, ended up together.
Both are very opinionated people. Yin Haiqiang would not wrong Liang Minying for the sake of the Yin family, and Liang Minying would not consider herself superior. When Yin Xiaoyin was born, she took the initiative to suggest that the child should take the surname Yin.
Of course, this Yin is not the Yin who is to carry on the Yin family line, but Yin Haiqiang's biological daughter, Yin who is to continue his bloodline.
The man, who was already thrilled by the birth of his daughter, gave all his love to Yin Xiaoyin without reservation.
"I'll think about it some more and see what I can add to my daughter's room."
Yin Haiqiang said.
Liang Minying smiled and told him to make the arrangements.
She understood that although Yin Haiqiang was still worried about his daughter, the fact that his daughter was able to come back was a great boost to his morale.
However, even though the authorities will arrange for the daughter to return, what about her true feelings?
Liang Minying had a question mark in her mind.
However, in the end, no matter how reluctant she and Yin Haiqiang are, they will ultimately respect their daughter's wishes.
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Red Leaf Village.
Yin Xiaoyin squatted down by the land, carefully examining the soil in her hands.
The blueprints for the agricultural machinery have been handed over to the agricultural machinery factory, and they will naturally make arrangements to proceed. Yin Xiaoyin never underestimates human wisdom. She has lit the guiding light, so that the Chinese people will avoid many detours and make up for the time lost in the past.
When China stood on the same starting line as other countries...
No, with her around, things will only get more advanced.
Yin Xiaoyin squinted her eyes with pleasure.
We'll overtake them on a curve; hopefully, their pride won't be shattered then...
The main advancements in agriculture are in three areas: agricultural machinery, agricultural pesticides, and agricultural personnel.
"Xiaoyin..."
The village chief's voice rang out, and Yin Xiaoyin slowly clapped her hands, responded with an "eh," and stood up to wave at the village chief.
"Village chief, I'm here..."
"Xiaoyin, what are you doing here?"
Yin Xiaoyin no longer needs to work in the fields, but she has been running around these days. The village chief doesn't think she's idle, because the child seems to be observing something.
What's wrong with this soil?
Observing the dirt on Yin Xiaoyin's hands, the village chief asked with some curiosity.
“Soil is the most important factor in nurturing seeds, look…” She pulled the village chief down to squat by the ground, scooped up a handful without any hesitation, and said, “Look…”
The village chief scratched his head, the middle-aged man squatting on the edge of the ground like a child eager for knowledge.
"What's wrong with this soil? We've spent our whole lives relying on the weather for planting."
Yin Xiaoyin chuckled: "Have you noticed that the yield from planting changes every year?"
The village chief nodded honestly: "But farmers rely on the weather for their livelihood, isn't that normal?"
The girl shook her head and pointed to the soil on her right hand with one finger: "No, if it were more fertile and our seeds were of better quality, our yield would change a lot."
The village chief looked bewildered, seemingly understanding but not quite. Even so, he still tried his best to memorize it, because he knew that Yin Xiaoyin wouldn't speak without reason.
Seeing the village chief's expression, Yin Xiaoyin decided to give him a lesson on the spot: "Look at the color of the soil. Do you remember what color it was when you were a child?"
The village chief looked at it carefully, then recalled, "It seems to be a little darker than this color."
Yin Xiaoyin nodded and said, "Yes, as the color of the soil gradually fades, the soil gradually changes from fertile to barren."
The village chief's eyes widened instantly, as if he had discovered a wonderful new world.
"And then there's the topsoil. Have you heard of the term 'deep tillage'? These days, the data I've measured shows that our topsoil is only about 18 centimeters deep, while to achieve the normal average growth level of seeds, it should actually be around 60 centimeters."
"Dry tilling is like incense ash, wet tilling is like saccharification, which is easy to cultivate. But if you knock a hole and hoe a crack, the soil layer is difficult to cultivate."
"And the night tide..."
As Yin Xiaoyin was speaking, the village chief suddenly stood up in a hurry. Yin Xiaoyin asked, somewhat puzzled, "What are you looking for?"
"I'll find a piece of paper and write it down."
Yin Xiaoyin clapped her hands, not minding that they were dirty, and took out her paper and pen from her pocket, handing them to the village chief.
The village chief, pen in hand, said with a look of eager inquiry, "Please continue."
Yin Xiaoyin continued, "And the water for watering, one watering can keep it fresh for a week..."
She was afraid that she was speaking too fast and the village chief wouldn't be able to remember her, so she subconsciously slowed down her speech. But she noticed that the village chief's pen had stopped there.
Then the village chief frowned and said, "Xiaoyin, what should I do? I don't know how to write."
Frustrated, he squatted down, realizing he had wasted the paper and pen Xiaoyin had given him—these were precious items.
He regrets it now.
Why didn't they take learning seriously as the commune leader said? Even though the village had set up literacy classes, no one in the village went. He himself was busy and put the matter aside.
If he were to write down what Xiaoyin is saying now, pass it on to his descendants, and inform the village, how much they would benefit...
But now, Xiaoyin is so willing to tell him, yet he can't remember it. With his limited memory, how could he possibly remember what Xiaoyin says?
Yin Xiaoyin had actually guessed why the village chief hadn't written it down.
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