Chapter 69 Spring Ploughing Begins
After eating the housewarming dinner for Lin Laoer's new home and seeing him off to return to the army, Wang Yuanchao moved all of his belongings at the educated youth center to the new home and formally returned the key to the educated youth center to the team leader.
A few days passed in a flash, and the spring ploughing of the Red Flag Brigade officially began.
Early in the morning, the Red Flag Brigade, which is surrounded by mountains and rivers, was not as usual. In the morning, the smoke from cooking was curling, the mountains and rivers were misty, and it was calm and quiet, looking peaceful and peaceful! Wang Yuanchao came to the threshing ground in advance. After standing in the threshing ground for a while, a beautiful red color appeared in the eastern sky.
When I woke up in the morning, the sky was exceptionally clear and a red sun was rising slowly.
The scenery before my eyes is like a painting, full of vitality.
The sunrise in the countryside in the 1960s was truly beautiful, even more beautiful than the one Wang Yuanchao had seen when he climbed the mountain in his previous life, and the color seemed to be even redder.
As the sun rises little by little, on a cool morning in April in the northeast, the temperature begins to rise after the sun rises.
The Northeast is vast, sparsely populated, covered with swamps and has fertile soil.
Although the average temperature in winter is minus thirty degrees Celsius, the summer has long sunshine hours and abundant rainfall, which is conducive to the growth of crops.
Fortunately, Wang Yuanchao went to the countryside early and chose his own location, and the Hongqi Brigade did not need to reclaim wasteland.
Starting next year, a large number of educated youth from across the country will be assigned to the Northeast to open up wasteland and build farms.
In ten years, 50,000 to 600,000 educated youth will come to this desolate land to open up wasteland. At that time, the Great Northern Wilderness will be slowly developed and become the Great Northern Granary, which ranks first in rice production in the country in future generations.
Especially in Heilongjiang Province, although a lot of wheat is grown,
However, the water system here is abundant, and the main crops are still rice and corn.
Sorghum and soybeans are also grown, but not as much as rice and corn.
If Wang Yuanchao had been assigned to work in the countryside at that time, his life would not be as good as it is now, as he would have to go and reclaim wasteland.
As the sun slowly rises from the east, more and more villagers come to the threshing ground, waiting for the assignment of spring plowing work.
Gradually, the threshing ground was crowded with people and bustling with activity. The women in the village were excited that they could finally start the spring ploughing.
The aunties who had been holding back for a whole winter were like detectives and experienced drivers in the threshing ground. The latest news from the surrounding villages kept leaking out from their mouths.
Some aunties wanted to drive their cars out of the sky after hearing about some obscene things, making all the unmarried girls and boys in the village blush.
There were more than 2,000 people living in the Hongqi Brigade, and excluding children, there were more than 1,000 people who needed to work. So many people were crowded in a threshing ground. Soon, the threshing ground was packed with people.
The captain finally arrived at the threshing ground, standing in front of all the villagers.
Holding a tin trumpet, he came and spoke loudly:
"Silence, silence, everyone, stop talking, be quiet, our Red Flag Brigade's spring ploughing mobilization meeting is about to begin."
After the team leader urged everyone to be quiet, he glanced at the crowd in front of him with great momentum. When everyone was silent, he raised the iron horn and began to speak loudly: "Dear villagers of the Red Flag Brigade, dear fellow villagers, the new year's spring ploughing of our Red Flag Brigade is about to begin.
It's still a cliché, but I'll say it anyway.
For us farmers who work in the fields for food, food is our life. Spring plowing is particularly important to determine whether the year's grain harvest will be good or not.
Let me be frank with you. The brigade will not force anyone to work during the slack season. As long as your family has enough food, you can rest as much as you want.
But it is not allowed during the spring ploughing season. All villagers under the age of 60 and over the age of 16, and as long as they are not seriously ill, must go to work every day until the end of the spring ploughing season.
If anyone dares to affect my spring ploughing, don't blame me, the team leader, for picking you out and dealing with you.
Militia comrades must be vigilant and patrol day and night during the spring ploughing period. They must check the rifles in the warehouses and prevent birds such as sparrows from eating grain seeds.
Once you spot a flock of birds, open fire immediately to stop them. Be sure to calm them down and shoot them away.
Children under the age of sixteen in the village can choose to pick grass for pigs according to the old rules.
This year, our team will raise more mission pigs, and the amount of pig grass needed every day will be greater than last year.
The task of collecting pig grass remains the same, four baskets of pig grass, two centimeters, every day.
Finally, we started to divide into groups. The entire team was divided into ten groups. Each group was led by a team leader who was responsible for leading their members to complete the assigned tasks every day. Now I will start to call out the members of the first group. The team leader of the first group is Anthony Wong. Those who I called out, please stand up and stand with Team Leader Huang. After I have distributed the tasks, everyone will follow Team Leader Huang.
Xie Lihua, Liu Chunteng..."
After waiting for a long time, Wang Yuanchao finally heard his name and was assigned to the eighth group.
Wang Yuanchao thought this group was pretty good, and the number eight sounded auspicious.
The members of Group 8 followed their team leader Zeng Tieniu and walked for nearly half an hour. Wang Yuanchao's group looked at the endless black land and started a further division of labor.
Wang Yuanchao, Aunt Tang Junlan, Sister Lixia, and Uncle Liu Gangqiang formed a small team.
When the four of them were waiting to be assigned work tasks, Wang Yuanchao asked, "Aunt Junlan, do we have to hold a meeting in the threshing ground every morning before we go to work?"
"Hey, Wang Zhiqing, how can we not have meetings every day? A meeting every day will take at least an hour, which will delay many things.
Today is the first day of spring ploughing, and we need to hold a mobilization meeting.
Starting tomorrow, when we hear the gong from the team, we will go directly to the mission site and wait for the team leader to arrange the work."
Today Wang Yuanchao was wearing a set of patched old clothes that he had worn in Xingcheng, and a pair of new Jiefang rubber shoes.
But even though he was dressed simply, his body was covered with patches.
Wang Yuanchao still looks very handsome.
The labor and martial arts training during this period made Wang Yuanchao's face angular, with smooth and firm lines, tightly closed lips, and a straight nose. The scholarly temperament on his soft face added a lot of heroic spirit, and his fair skin glowed with a healthy glow and bulging muscles.
Especially the big eyes under the thick and wild eyebrows, which are deep and bright, revealing a maturity, calmness and composure beyond his peers.
He is tall and slender, with smooth and natural muscle lines, and his every move reveals a unique temperament.
Especially when Wang Yuanchao smiles, that warm smile like sunshine seems to be able to dispel all the haze in the world, making people feel good about him at first sight and speak to him more politely.
"That's good. Having so many people crowded together for a meeting does delay things.
Instead of having this meeting time, we might as well do more work.”
"Yes, Wang Zhiqing, who says it's not true?"
(End of this chapter)
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