Chapter 114 Advanced Team
During this period, the village leaders were very busy, attending meetings in the commune every two or three days.
Especially the village party secretary and the team leader, who go out early and come back late every day and are so busy that they are rarely seen. If a member wants to write a letter of introduction, they have to knock on their door in the middle of the night; they cannot be found during the day.
First, there is the year-end summary of the production team and the production plan for next year.
Secondly, there was the movement initiated by the Third Five-Year Plan. This had already caused some conflicts in the city, but the production brigade had been busy with the autumn harvest and could not put down its work in the fields to deal with these matters. The leaders of the commune put these matters aside for the time being.
The autumn harvest is over and there is nothing else to do for the time being, but it has to be brought up.
The brigade secretary of the Zhongxing Brigade is Lin Guorong, Lin Guoyi's cousin. He is just fifty years old and has served in the army but was retired due to injuries. He is usually very low-key and has a low sense of presence.
After all, the production of the team is in the charge of the team leader Lin Guoyi. Lin Guorong is not very good at farming, so he doesn't like to give orders. He is a nice person and doesn't put on airs. Although he is also a retired cadre, he will help with the work during the busy farming season.
Lin Guorong was held in meetings for several days and was overwhelmed, but the general trend was like this and there was nothing he could do.
After thinking for a while, he said to the commune leader: "We, the Zhongxing Brigade, will definitely follow the leaders' steps. I will go back and make some arrangements. We will hold a meeting in the village in the middle of next month. I will ask the leaders for instructions then."
A month would be too long, and the commune leaders were somewhat dissatisfied.
Lin Guorong added: "It's like this. Many people from our village went to repair the reservoir, but they haven't come back yet. We can't leave these comrades behind in the education from above. It just so happens that the team still has some things to do and the pigs haven't been killed yet. When everything is done by the middle of next month, everyone will come back, and the work will be done more efficiently this way."
The commune leader nodded reluctantly: "Then you all should hold on tight."
After the production meeting, team leader Lin Guoyi was called to the city for a meeting.
To be honest, it’s really all thanks to Xia Zhizhi.
During this period, she wrote several articles, including one about the team leader and members studying how to increase production, one about how the Zhongxing Brigade found ways to grow grain, and one about village children picking grain from the fields.
These things are also happening in other villages, and they seem normal to the villagers.
But she added appropriate photos, and the whole article was filled with the joy of a good harvest. It was sent to newspapers all over the country, so the chances of being accepted were quite high.
In this era, the propaganda and influence of newspapers are very great. The Zhongxing Brigade appears in newspapers every now and then, and it is difficult for city leaders not to pay attention.
The leaders saw that the ZTE Production Brigade had made very good arrangements in production and decided to give an award to such a good comrade.
So Lin Guoyi was notified to go to the city to attend the commendation meeting.
The commune gave him a few hints.
That day, Lin Guoyi got up early in the morning, packed his things neatly, borrowed Xia Zhizhi's bicycle, and rode there.
When he went on stage to receive the award, he felt his heart pounding. Fortunately, he had a small note prepared by Xia Zhizhi. He memorized it along the way and read it again when he went on stage.
This is how I finished my thank you speech.
In fact, he himself was not very satisfied. He was not nervous at all when he was speaking in the village. He didn't know why he became nervous when he came here and saw the rows of leaders sitting below.
Although he was a little dissatisfied, compared with other players who had difficulties, he felt that he was doing okay and at least he did not bring shame to the team.
On his way back, he didn't even bother to pick the big red flowers. He put the banner on his back, rode his bicycle, and deliberately went around the commune and made a long circle around the two nearby villages.
He was particularly conspicuous in his red and green attire. Even before he entered the village, a sharp-eyed child saw him and ran after him, saying, "Fifth Master is back! Fifth Master is back!"
Lin Guoyi wore a flower on his chest, a golden medal, and a big red banner with the words "Advanced Production Brigade" printed on it on his back. He looked so flashy!
It had been Lin Guoyi’s long-cherished wish to be named an advanced brigade in the team, but being named an “advanced producer” was a pleasant surprise.
Most of the members of the Zhongxing Brigade came here during the invasion of Kanto. It can be said that the village was full of poor people at that time. Otherwise, they would not have left their hometown and come to this place.
The village chief at that time was Lin Guoyi's father. He brought a large group of neighbors with him and suffered a lot from the neighboring villages.
Don't think that the people in the village are simple and honest. They fight over farmland and river sections, and it's common for them to get hurt.
The Zhongxing Brigade was once bullied by the neighboring Zhujia Village and Wangjia Village. They were beaten so hard that they had to flee with their heads in their hands, without any ability to fight back.
Lin Guoyi was deeply influenced by his father's teachings. After taking over, he was determined to make the village better. As a person, one does not fight for food but for reputation.
After years of hard work, their village bought a tractor, was able to pay the public grain every year and get a share of the money, and they even had a few more pigs than other villages. Now they have been rated as an advanced production brigade, and the conditions are much better than those of the other villages. How can he not be happy!
On his way back, he deliberately carried the banner and went to those two villages to show off. Back then, Zhongxing Brigade was indeed the poorest and was often squeezed out by them. But so what? Now their village has become rich!
It is true that things change over time, so don’t underestimate the poor young people!
Lin Guoyi usually behaves very dignified, thinking that as the captain, he must set a good example and be serious.
There is nothing wrong with that. People in the village are all related to each other. If he is too playful and easy to talk to, it will be difficult to control him.
But all the way today, he has never let go of that grin.
He rode all the way to the production team's office and used a loudspeaker to notify everyone to come to the meeting, and everyone had to come.
When Xia Zhizhi heard this, she picked up her bag and grabbed her enamel pot, not even bothering to greet Han Youran and Jiang Xiurong. She wanted to grab the seat!
Because she arrived quickly, when she got to the auditorium, there were only a small number of people inside.
The captain was testing the microphone. She walked over and put the enamel pot on the podium: "Captain, I'll do it, I'll do it, I'll host it for you, you go wait downstairs, when it's your turn, you come up and give your speech!"
What do you mean it's his turn? The captain was a little unhappy and wanted to perform alone.
Seeing that he would not give up his seat, Xia Zhizhi pushed him vigorously: "Quickly move aside, people will be here soon."
Hao Xuan didn't let the captain get off the bench.
The captain couldn't squeeze with a little girl like her, so he could only hold on to the edge of the podium tightly with his hands: "I'll do it, I'll do it, don't push me, my arm was injured two days ago!"
The captain held the podium tightly, and she pushed him several times without success. She couldn't just throw him down with the podium.
When I heard him say that, my eyes lit up. There was such a good thing, so what was I waiting for?
Xia Zhizhi immediately pinched his painful hand hard.
The captain called out softly, loosened his hand, and was then pushed away from the stool by Xia Zhizhi.
The captain staggered to his feet, unwilling to leave like this, and stood at the edge of the podium glaring at her.
She pretended not to see anything and fiddled with the microphone: "(Wei)~, hello (Wei)~"