A personnel change notice was posted. Road construction team engineer Yang Xianyong was successfully promoted and became the new infrastructure section chief of Xiufengshan Farm, while Huang Xingwu was removed from his post and demoted to an office elsewhere.

"Weasel is out!"

"You used to make a show of yourself in front of us and show off your power. Now you are dismissed from your post. You deserve it!"

"Weasel and Director Luo must be in cahoots! Infrastructure is the most vulnerable to corruption, and the stack of receipts in his pocket might be evidence. Did you see how ugly Director Luo's face is?"

"Whatever, the weasel is gone anyway, it's worth celebrating."

"Yes, yes, we won! Tao Nanfeng won!"

Everyone became happier and happier as they talked, and they all jumped up and screamed. The girls held hands and circled around Tao Nanfeng, wishing to lift her up and tell the world——

Tao Nanfeng knows how to build a house,

He led everyone to build a brick house!

Tao Nanfeng successfully drove away the nasty weasel.

Tao Nanfeng pursed her lips and had a slight smile on her face. It was also the first time for her to turn architectural drawings into physical objects. She was unsure at first. Fortunately, everyone helped her.

The sun is getting westward, and it's almost dinner time.

Because Tao Nanfeng was the biggest contributor, the status of the girls increased accordingly. Wei Min let the four girls rest while he and the boys squeezed into the kitchen, rolled up his sleeves and lit a fire, cooked and stir-fried vegetables, and excitedly said that he was going to make a delicious meal

.

When moving into a new house, you must first warm up the stove.

The girls were happy and free. Li Huilan sprinkled water on the spring orchid leaves on the windowsill, looked up at the small window, and suggested: "Should we make beautiful curtains?"

Xiao Aiyun was sitting at the table writing a letter. When he heard this, he became energetic. He stopped writing, turned around and looked at the window: "Okay~ pull out a piece of cloth and make it. I can make curtains."

Ye Qin was sitting on the edge of the bed folding clothes. Hearing this, he raised his head and said, "I have two feet of cloth coupons here."

Li Huilan said with a smile: "I also have two feet, four feet of flower cloth is enough. Xiao Aiyun is responsible for doing it, and Tao Nanfeng is responsible for... supervising."

No one wanted Tao Nanfeng to contribute money or effort, which made her feel very warm. In this world, there are people who behave well after getting advantages, and there are also people who reciprocate the favor.

Tao Nanfeng nodded: "Okay. I'll find some boards and make a nameplate for each dormitory."

Having said that, Tao Nanfeng walked out of the dormitory, planning to go to the bamboo forest to the east and cut down a thick moso bamboo. The smooth texture of the bamboo slices is deep and easy to ink, and it looks elegant when hung on the door of the room.

The setting sun was shining slantingly, and the evening wind blew through the bamboo forest, making a "rustling" sound.

The dense bamboo forest covered his figure. Tao Nanfeng was about to swing his sword when he suddenly stopped and listened carefully.

Two people walked slowly towards the path outside the forest, their voices getting closer and closer.

Yang Xianyong's voice was low, and he seemed a little unsure: "Xiang Bei, I don't want to be the chief of the infrastructure department. There are Director Jiao Chang, Director Luo who suppresses me, and there are old employees who are lazy and living their lives. I am old, and I just want to

I'll live a pure life for a few days and don't dare to offend anyone, so... you'll be responsible for it."

After a short silence, Xiangbei sighed softly: "Lao Yang, don't you know me yet? After coming off the battlefield, I just want to go back to my hometown to help the villagers. Xiufeng Mountain is poor. Let's build the road first and develop the farm.

Only the villagers have a way out. As for the troubles of officialdom, I don't want to get involved anymore."

"Then why did you stand up just now? You said you didn't want to be an official and just wanted to live a peaceful life. Then why did you slam the table in the field director's office and flash the battle hero medal? Xiangbei, you have to admit that you are not willing to be ordinary."

"I just saw that these twenty young intellectuals from Jiangcheng were young and had innocence in their eyes. They were exactly the same as the soldiers I led, and I felt soft-hearted and wanted to help them."

"Help? How can you help if you don't have the right? Don't you know the character of the officials at Xiufengshan Farm?"

Xiang Bei said nothing and fell into thinking for a long time.

Tao Nanfeng stood quietly behind a bamboo forest. The dense bamboo forest completely covered her figure. Neither Xiang Bei nor Yang Xianyong noticed that there was anyone inside.

"Xiang Bei, you are a courageous person, why do you need to hide it anymore? Sometimes, we strive to stand taller, not for selfish gain, but to protect more people." Lao Yang said.

Speak with sincerity and sincerity.

"Alas...Old Yang, please let me think about it again."

The footsteps of the two people gradually faded away. Tao Nanfeng confirmed that they had left, then he swung his knife down, cut off a bamboo tube and walked out of the forest.

Xiang Bei and Yang Xianyong had already walked away. Tao Nanfeng stared at the direction they were leaving without saying anything for a long time. The field department agreed to the bet, Huang Xingwu dismissed get out of class, and Yang Xianyong became the section chief. It turned out that Xiang Bei was silently supporting behind the scenes.

As far as the eye can see, there are several grasses that have been trampled down on the rural dirt road, but they are still growing stubbornly.

When we returned to the educated youth spot, dinner was already steaming out of the pot.

The kitchen has a large wooden barrel bought from local villagers. The steamed rice is full of grains and mixed with the fragrance of pine wood, which is mouth-watering.

Braised pork, potato slices, fried sweet potato leaves, three dishes, but a reasonable combination of meat and vegetables, the meat is fragrant. The educated youths have not eaten meat for more than a month, and the gluttons in their stomachs were aroused, so they immediately picked up the chopsticks.

Start eating.

“It’s delicious, the braised pork is delicious!”

"Four yuan per person, no grabbing."

"Wei Min, you are good at eating and cooking. It's great that you can take care of the kitchen logistics from now on?"

A dining table made up of four desks was set up on the verandah. Everyone stood at the table with their rice bowls in hand to eat, making a lot of noise.

After finishing the braised pork reluctantly, the educated youths sighed while soaking rice with broth.

"Oh! It would be great if I could have meat to eat every day."

"It's just that although the farm has enough rice and vegetables, it doesn't have any meat, which is not good."

"When I was at home, I could eat some meat every week, but I've been assigned here for almost two months and I've only eaten meat twice."

Life was difficult in the 1970s, and meat, oil, and cloth had to be supplied with tickets. Xiufengshan Farm was located in a remote area, with only one rugged mountain road going down the mountain. It was inconvenient to communicate with the outside world, and there was no place to buy tickets. Young people who were growing up had to

Some complaints.

While he was talking, a figure appeared on the dirt road on one side of the educated youth spot in the dusk.

It was a skinny man in his forties, wearing a large dark coarse cloth, a pair of mud-covered straw sandals under his feet, and a half-person-high backpack behind him, which made him lean forward with every step.

They all walked heavy and difficult.

The man smelled the aroma of meat coming from Zhiqingdian, and his face showed envy. He stopped and looked here hesitantly.

Wei Min was an enthusiastic person and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Fellow, what's the matter?"

When the man saw someone talking to him, he plucked up the courage and walked over. When he got closer, the educated youths discovered that his basket on his back contained half a basket of Camellia oleifera fruits.

The shell is bright and slightly cracked, and the quality is not very good.

Educated youths often wander around the mountains recently, and they know from the mouths of local farmers that this is Camellia oleifera. The pressed tea oil is yellow and clear, with a faint fragrance. It does not smoke when cooking, and is extremely delicious when fried tofu and fried pancakes.

Qiao Yadong asked politely: "Fellow, have you gone to pick camellia oleifera fruits?"

The man looked a little shivered, smiled sheepishly, and said with a thick accent: "I am from the Beipo Brigade. I picked a basket of Camellia oleifera fruits and sold them in Quping Town at the foot of the mountain."

The educated youth were a little curious: "Sell? Why are there so many left?"

The man sighed, squinted his eyes, and his dark face was filled with wrinkles: "The camellia oil factory in town is very demanding. They thought my camellia fruits were not dried enough, so they only took half a basket."

Xiao Aiyun interrupted and asked: "Why don't you dry it in the sun before selling it?"

The man lowered his head in shame, and said after a while: "My family is poor, and the crops grown in the few acres of Moonfield are just enough to make ends meet, so I hope to sell the mountains of Camellia oleifera fruits in exchange for salt and needlework. Today, Miss Man turns twelve years old.

I want to pull a piece of cloth to make a schoolbag for her... All the camellia oleifera fruits that were dried in the past few days were sold. I picked these yesterday, so I was a little impatient."

There is a local proverb: "Twelve years old, lift the lid off the pot", which means that when a child reaches the age of twelve, he can take charge of the family and work. Even if the family does not celebrate the full moon or the first birthday, they still have to celebrate the twelfth birthday.

The youngest girl in the family was twelve years old, but she couldn't even afford a schoolbag. The man felt very guilty. His head was drooped, and his gray hair became even more messy when the mountain wind blew it.

For some reason, the educated youths suddenly fell silent when they looked at the straw sandals he wore barefoot, his sun-red skin, and his rough and cracked hands.

The man suddenly raised his head and said very embarrassedly: "Can you give me a bowl of water? I left home early this morning and my eyes are so hungry..."

Li Huilan's voice was full of sympathy: "There is still food in the bucket. Please take a break and eat before leaving."

The man waved his hands hurriedly: "No, no, I brought food. I just ask for a bowl of water."

He took out a brown hard pancake from his pocket and explained: "I really brought something to eat, but the pancake is too hard. If there is no water, I'm afraid it will get stuck."

Ye Qin looked at the hard pancake in his hand. It was as hard as a shoe sole and didn't look edible at all. He couldn't help but widen his eyes, quietly swallowed a sip of saliva, and asked carefully: "What is this used for?"

Made?"

The man replied good-naturedly: "The pancake made of corn and rice bran is a bit hard, but it's good to eat as dry food."

When Tao Nanfeng heard the word "rice bran", he didn't know why his heart felt sour, and he turned his head and didn't dare to look again. The local farmers lived a hard life, but they were simple and honest, and they didn't complain at all.

Wei Min brought a bowl of spring water and handed it to the man. The man thanked him profusely, drank a few sips, broke open the hard cake with his hands, and swallowed it one bite at a time.

Educated youths, you look at me, I look at you, and then look at the three large vegetable basins on the table, collectively repenting for complaining about not having meat.

Wei Min soaked the rice in broth, added some potato slices and sweet potato leaves, and forced it into the man's hand.

The man declined in a panic: "No, no, just a bowl of water. I'm not hungry. You are intellectuals. You came from a big city to a poor place like ours. We don't have any delicious treats. You already feel guilty. Where else can you eat?"

Your rations! The folks will scold me to death when I go back."

No matter how hard it was, the man refused to take the bowl of rice.

In the end, he bent down and placed the bowl of rice soaked in broth on the verandah floor, picked up the basket on his back and left in a hurry.

"Wait a minute——"
To be continued...