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"Oh, there's one more thing. Several youth volunteer reclamation teams will be coming here soon to build sites with the help of our Sharp Knife Battalion. We should keep an eye on them and have our brothers go over to their side when we're on patrol."

Song Jinhan was also talking about this with Yun Tinglan.

Yun Tinglan raised her eyebrows slightly, "Is this the beginning of the educated youth going to the countryside?"

almost.

Yun Tinglan felt emotional. When they first came here, they probably didn't expect that they would be here for more than half a century.

"Is Doctor Yun home?"

"Auntie, come quickly and do it inside." Hearing the noise, Yun Tinglan went to the yard and invited people to come in.

The old lady waved her hand and took out the pomegranates from the basket. "No, I still have to make crucian carp soup for Xiufen to increase her milk supply. These are our own pomegranates. Don't be disgusted. They are suitable for the occasion. Xiufen had a difficult delivery that day, thanks to you!"

"Oh, I think so." Yun Tinglan didn't hesitate to take out two taels of brown sugar from the house, "This is for Xiufen to nourish her body."

Brown sugar! This is the good stuff.

The old lady rubbed her hands. She wanted it but was too embarrassed to take it. "No, no, I'm here to give you something..." It was only when Yun Tinglan stuffed it into her hand that she took it reluctantly.

In the evening, Xiufen's husband brought a basin of small fish, and Yun Tinglan murmured to Song Jinhan, "People of this era are simple."

The fish were not big, so Ling Xi processed them and took them to the space to fry them, and Yun Tinglan ate them as snacks.

A dance was held in the camp on August 15th. Many young people from the nearby Youth Reclamation Volunteer Team came to participate, making it very lively.

There was not much leisure time after the autumn harvest as they had to start autumn plowing and reclaiming wasteland. The division headquarters sent three crawler tractors to the Sharp Knife Battalion, which were produced by its own machinery factory.

It has a rugged appearance and simple design. It needs to pull a rope to start the auxiliary engine. It is absolutely no problem to cultivate 120 acres a day, which is equivalent to more than 40 cows.

Everyone was so happy that they hung big red flowers and put red flags on them. But even though they had tractors, they didn't have enough experienced tractor drivers. Yun Tinglan and his team had no choice but to teach while driving.

The couple became the busiest people, one working the day shift and the other the night shift, and they lived like the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl.

Song Jinhan originally felt sorry for Yun Tinglan and asked Ling Xi to take her shift. Well, he was drafted into the army and had to work in three shifts.

Even though Yun Tinglan secretly improved the meals for the two, when winter came, they both became dark and thin. Of course, this was partly intentional, after all, everyone was like that.

If the couple had fair, tender and radiant skin, then there would be a problem.

But the others were really exhausted. The camp specially killed a pig and organized everyone to go hunting in winter to prepare for a good New Year.

The year 56 arrived in such a busy atmosphere.

During the spring ploughing season, the number of pregnant women increases again, which shows that they have not been idle all winter and have been making babies as much as possible.

Although there are fewer laborers, the task intensity is actually lower. Four tractors are working at the same time, and the tractor drivers work in three shifts. Even if the workers stop, the machines cannot stop.

There is also a traction seeder improved by Song Jinhan, and Yun Tinglan only needs to stand on the seeder to tend to the seeds.

Lingxi is in charge of repairing mechanical failures, while Song Jinhan focuses on rice planting, fertilizing, deep plowing and then direct seeding rice.

Even though they had previous successes, large-scale trial planting is still not mature, so the current pilot project is still only in their spearhead camp.

Geng Bao readily approved 20 acres of land, but he was very skeptical about the fact that Song Jinhan was trying to grow mostly dryland direct-seeded rice.

Seeing that more than ten days had passed and they had not yet sprouted, Geng Bao was anxious and went around every day. He wanted to say several times, "How about beating the pulp again and planting the seedlings?"

But Song Jinhan was not in a hurry at all. He took his time to tend to the seedlings in the greenhouse.

"Okay, why are you so anxious?" It's true that the emperor is not anxious, but the eunuch is. Zhang Zhigang saw that Geng Bao had blisters on his mouth, so he made him a cup of chrysanthemum tea. "Didn't you see that Deputy Battalion Commander Zheng gave up and concentrated on managing those seedlings?"

Geng Bao turned around and said, "How can I not be anxious? How much food can I get from ten acres of land?"

Zhang Zhigang sneered, "Even if we have to investigate the responsibility, it's Zheng Sheng's fault. Our task is to take care of other crops." He leaned forward and asked Geng Bao, "Should we dig this drainage ditch deeper?"

He is so afraid of ropes that he becomes shy every time he is bitten by a snake. He cannot sleep well whenever it is windy or rainy.

"No, Deputy Battalion Commander Zheng said it's OK. What we need to do now is to dig a main drainage canal, connect these small ditches, and drain all the water into the Songhua River."

Geng Bao was dissatisfied with his attitude and glared at Zhang Zhigang to teach him a lesson, "What you just said is very problematic. We are all members of the Sharp Knife Battalion, honor and disgrace are one. You can't lean on others when you can't receive honors, and draw a clear line when you have responsibilities. This is not the way to do things."

Zhang Zhigang had a toothache: “…” This brother is no longer acceptable. He can’t tell the difference between close and distant relatives!

Early the next morning.

"Captain! It's grown! It's taller." Xiao Wenshu ran over excitedly and pointed in the direction of the field, "Grown..."

Before he could finish his words, Geng Bao had already disappeared. Zhang Zhigang followed him with a towel in his hand. Looking at the lush green fields, he smacked his lips and said, "No, there was no movement yesterday? How could it grow this high overnight?"

He rubbed his eyes and squatted down to touch them to make sure he was not seeing things. He muttered, "This is too weird."

"It's not surprising. The temperature was too low before. Once the weather gets warmer, the seedlings will naturally sprout faster." Yun Tinglan's voice came from behind.

Zhang Zhigang frowned, "Isn't it said to be cold-resistant?" Why is it still affected by temperature? "Then what's the difference between it and southern rice?" What's the point of this experiment?

"The difference is that the survival rate and grain yield of southern rice in the Great Northern Wilderness are very low. Any low temperature can reduce the yield. But these rice will not!" Song Jinhan walked around the field and estimated the germination rate.

"How high can the yield be? Will it be higher than potatoes, sweet potatoes, and corn?" Zhang Zhigang always felt that high yield was more important, and it didn't matter what you eat.

Between eating enough and eating well, he would choose to eat enough.

"I wouldn't dare to say it's too high, but 800 to 900 kilograms is definitely no problem." With the foundation laid last year and the careful care this year, including fertilization, weeding and pesticides, this yield estimate is already very conservative.

Zhang Zhigang: “…” They said you were fat, but you were panting. He was waiting for them to get slapped in the face!

Then he slapped me in the face!

“What is the production volume?”

"The average yield per mu is 1,080 kilograms!"

Zhang Zhigang covered his chest, feeling a little irritated. It really doubled!

Geng Bao slapped his thigh and cheered!

Just when the whole camp was immersed in the joy of the harvest, a red-headed document was issued from above - the military reclamation organization document.

The military organization was disbanded and hundreds of thousands of officers and soldiers were transferred on the spot.

"This! What does this mean?"

"Our Sharp Knife Battalion is gone? Is the number going to be cancelled?"

"Why? After serving in the army for more than ten years, becoming a reclamation soldier was already pathetic enough, but now you've completely become an old farmer carrying a hoe?"

The officers and soldiers couldn't accept it, and their families were also upset, so they all ran to find Yun Tinglan. But there was nothing they could do, because Geng Bao had no wife, and she was the deputy battalion commander's wife.

If I don’t complain to her, who else can I complain to?

"This is too sudden. I didn't hear anything before?"

"What's the big deal? We married for the military status, otherwise who would be willing to come to this godforsaken place? How could they treat us like this?"

"Yes, since we are ordinary people, we might as well go back to our hometown. Who wants to suffer from hunger and cold here?"

"Yes, Doctor Yun, please ask Deputy Battalion Commander Zheng. None of us can agree to this."

What can Yun Tinglan say? In peacetime, disarmament is inevitable. The country does not need and cannot afford a large army. Streamlining the army and developing the navy and air force is also a strategic deployment.

She and Song Jinhan were mentally prepared, but these people might not be able to accept it for a while.

At this time, the battalion office was in a dead silence. Everyone looked very heavy. Zhang Zhigang twisted the cigarette in front of him into pieces, and pursed his lips tightly, obviously feeling very upset.