I Got Rich in Period Fiction-Chapter 52 - Sprouts Emerge (Third Update)

Chapter 52 -52 Sprouts Emerge (Third Update)

Chapter 52 -52 Sprouts Emerge (Third Update)

The commune clerk nodded his head, agreeing that it was the best arrangement.

They thought everyone would now settle down and work earnestly, but somehow, the words of the fifth small team leader quickly spread to everyone’s ears.

This time, Vice Director Qian couldn’t stop it; out of over five hundred people, apart from a hundred who resolutely followed him to work, the rest put down their hoes.

They circled Mr. Qian tightly, arguing that there was safety in numbers, if it had been one-on-one, no one would have dared, but now it was one against four hundred, and they practically wanted to tear Mr. Qian apart.

“What are you all doing? Disperse and get back to work!”

“Vice Director Qian, we can’t continue this work. With the time we have, we could earn some drinking money carrying heavy loads in the city. If we incur losses, what will the commune use to pay us our work points?”

…

In the end, these individuals were just worried that if the fields produced no grain, they wouldn’t get their work points.

It was different from working in their own teams; here, accounting was done separately.

Mr. Qian was so enraged his complexion turned ashen. All his hard work up to now, what was it for? It was for the commune members to have enough to eat, for the children to have money for schooling, for there to be a bowl of meat on the dinner table during New Year’s, so that they wouldn’t have to borrow from the east and the west just to buy some salt…

Do the Chairmen and Vice Chairmen of other communes labor alongside their communities as he does?

Suddenly, Mr. Qian felt discouraged.

Once a person loses spirit, the vigorous energy that once filled them dissipates. Mr. Qian suddenly felt powerless, and darkness swam before his eyes in waves.

The clerk shouted anxiously, “Don’t crowd around, disperse…”

But with all the commotion, who took his words seriously?

Mr. Qian, one hand on his waist, the other gripping the hoe tightly, looked at the commune members who were threatening to report him to the county, so angry he was speechless.

Just at that moment, shouts erupted from the distance; “The seedlings have emerged, the seedlings have emerged, eight hundred acres of wasteland have sprouted…”

In the beginning, no one paid attention, but as the shouting grew louder, everyone turned their heads in unison to look toward the edge of the field.

A few men stumbled and ran, their voices broken from shouting, “Vice Director Qian, go look, it’s true, the seedlings have emerged…”

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then they all ran towards those eight hundred acres of wasteland.

Since it was wasteland, the plots were contiguous.

It wasn’t far. After running over two hills, they arrived.

The specks of green stretching to the horizon abruptly filled hundreds of eyes.

This land had lain fallow for decades.

Suddenly, someone burst into song, “Row upon row of those hills, row upon row of those ridges, at the thought of my dear sister, my heart flutters…”

The song, high-pitched and hearty yet filled with joy, resonated across the eight hundred acres of wasteland. The verdant thousand silk hemp seeds, not knowing the hope they had brought to these people, still unfurled their tender green leaves in the spring of April.

Mr. Qian knelt at the edge of the field and suddenly covered his face.

Only Heaven knew how much pressure he had been under these days. Yet, he couldn’t let others see; he had to greet everyone with a smile every day.

But at night, he tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep.

He had been secure all his life; this was the first time he had wanted to do something significant. But if it failed, he would be the guilty one.

Thankfully, Heaven was still watching.

No, he should thank Qiao Qingyu!

…

For the people of Xiaxi Commune, the good news hadn’t ended that day; in the afternoon, Mr. Qian led a group to bring back five tractor plows.

Qiao Qingyu naturally followed them to the wasteland.

She noticed that the thousand silk hemp had taken root quite deeply in the eight hundred acres of wasteland, hence the sprouts emerged a few days later.

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But that was a good sign.

It proved that the land was wholly suitable for planting thousand silk hemp.

Of course, sprouting alone wasn’t enough; a successful harvest would be the true mark of accomplishment.

So the task ahead was naturally more challenging.

The imposing Mr. Qian, standing tall and stern, had deducted a half day’s work points from those who caused trouble, which would usually have led to complaints, but to everyone’s surprise, there were none, and everyone went about their work happily.

Not to mention the plows in the afternoon allowed the commune members, who had been digging in the soil for a lifetime, to realize the power of machinery for the first time.

Attached to the rear of the tractor, the large metal hooks smashed down into the ground, sinking several inches, and as the tractor moved, the dry clumps of earth were turned over with ease, and within a blink, the tractor had cleared several hundred meters.

So this was another way to reclaim land!

Qiao Qingyu had left one thousand yuan with the County Mechanical Factory.

Five hundred yuan was for the rental fee, and the other five hundred was for diesel.

And truly, the engineers from Tenghai Research Base were excellent; they had the machinery fixed in just two days and made them especially easy to use.

With this, along with manual labor, they could completely clear the three thousand acres of wasteland within a week.

The eight hundred acres of wasteland already had sprouting thousand silk hemp, a promising start, so whatever they planted next, everyone would support it without any opposition or reluctance.

Though it was just sprouting, this also symbolized hope; after all, in the past, nothing would grow on this wasteland, not even weeds.

Mr. Qian was so busy he was practically smoking through his throat and didn’t even have time to take a drink of water. Still, he was elated, his heart blooming with joy. However, although the eight hundred acres had sprouted, they couldn’t be complacent. While malicious intent should not be harbored, precaution was necessary.

He had heard some envious and resentful whispers; if anyone caused harm to the young hemp plants, he would have nowhere to cry.

Therefore, he instructed the cadres to arrange for militia patrols.

Then, he assigned experienced commune members to fertilize and water the seedlings.

The responsibility was great, and the road long; Mr. Qian wouldn’t slacken in these coming months.

…

There was an exam at the night study class today, and Qiao Qingyu hurried back to her family home.

With pen and paper in hand, she went straight to the study class.

Qiao Qingyu requested not just the primary school graduation exam papers but also a set for the first year of junior high.

Although Shen Fen was surprised, she still gave the papers to Qiao Qingyu. She had noticed that Qiao Qingyu had been underestimated; the girl was truly intelligent.

She learned quickly and could apply knowledge in other contexts.

To her, learning was as simple as eating or getting dressed.

The construction of a smart brain might even be different, just like He Xiuyu. While other children his age were in the second grade, he was already attending a university program for young talents. This is why one shouldn’t compare people.

After completing both sets of papers, Qiao Qingyu shouldered her bag and walked home with the other families.

As Sister-in-law Li turned the corner holding Xiao Hu, his eyes lit up, and he pointed towards the direction of Qiao Qingyu’s house, shouting loudly, “Aunt Qiao, Rongrong is back.”

Qiao Qingyu was stunned for a moment. He Xiuyu had only left in the morning, wasn’t he supposed to return only after a week?

The courtyard was still brightly lit, and the door was ajar, obviously waiting for her return.