It's so hard, I'm dressed like a group favorite in the 1960s

All of Grandpa Jiang's experience and perspectives are based on life. He has experienced many ups and downs in his life and witnessed the tremendous changes in the country. He knows what life is like for ordinary people, such as in Qunshan Village.

Qunshan Village was once a poor and backward village with rugged roads and dilapidated houses. The villagers lived in extreme hardship. However, the villagers did not give up. They united as one, working together with a common goal and a common purpose.

Everyone worked together to build roads, factories, medicinal herbs, and open up wasteland. After a long period of struggle and the help of more people, Qunshan Village has undergone earth-shaking changes.

Broad cement roads now connect every household, and every household has renovated or built a new house. Villagers' lives are improving. This is the power of unity, the change brought about by everyone's shared commitment to a better future.

In that vast and tranquil rural land, the surrounding villages all have their own stories and development trajectories.

On designated days, the village leaders would travel to town for important meetings. In the solemn town government meeting room, smoke filled the air, and the atmosphere was heated. The leaders sat together, each with a serious and somewhat anxious expression, arguing for the interests of their respective villages.

Some team leaders pounded their desks, loudly complaining about the dilapidated village roads, which hampered the transportation of agricultural products and villagers' travel. Others earnestly explained the lack of irrigation facilities, which frequently threatened crops with drought. Like warriors fighting to protect their homes, they seized every opportunity to secure resources and development for the village.

When Mr. Jiang was the team leader, he was also such a person who worked hard for the village.

In those days, Grandpa Jiang, always dressed in his faded Mao suit and a well-worn straw hat, hurried through the village. He would work alongside the villagers in the fields, listening to their concerns and needs. At night, by the light of an oil lamp, he would carefully plan the village's development. He sincerely hoped that everyone in the village would live a good life, that everyone would no longer worry about food and clothing, that children in the village could go to school, and that the elderly could enjoy a peaceful retirement.

Now it has been realized.

Of course, everyone has their own vanity, and Grandpa Jiang is no exception. If a village thrives, acquiring more advanced farm tools and better houses, then when communicating with other villages, they'll boast about it with great pride. It's like their own village is a shining example, earning praise and admiration from others. That feeling makes Grandpa Jiang feel all his hard work is worth it.

Today, the leader's place was bustling with activity, with everyone gathered. Grandma Jiang was also the head chef, preparing a sumptuous feast. The spacious, though somewhat dated, kitchen was thick with the aroma of home. Grandma Jiang wore an apron, frayed from washing. Her hair, though gray, was neatly combed, and her eyes shone with shrewdness and competence.

She was like a general commanding thousands of troops, leading all the female comrades in the family to busy themselves in the kitchen.

Some were carefully washing vegetables freshly picked from the fields by the pool. The emerald green vegetables looked particularly fresh and tender under the running water; some were skillfully cutting various meats in front of the chopping board, with the knives rising and falling, making rhythmic sounds; others were adding firewood to the stove, the flames licking the bottom of the pot, the soup in the pot boiling, and emitting bursts of tempting aroma.

Master Wang was also among them. He had broadened his horizons today. There were all kinds of dishes, many of which he didn't even know how to cook. They looked delicious, not to mention the aroma. People were so greedy that they wanted to drool.

However, amidst the bustle, one figure stood out: Jiang Junjun. Wearing the same white sweater she'd bought before the New Year, Jiang Junjun sat quietly in the living room with Li Feifei, the young children Gu Yue and Jiang Mo, listening to the conversation of the senior leader, Mr. Fang, Mr. Zhou, Murong Feiyu, Murong Feiyang, Murong Chen, Murong Qing, Jiang Aiguo, Jiang Aimin, and Zhou Dingbang.

Everyone in the room exuded a remarkable aura. The senior leader sat in the main seat, his posture erect, his words radiating calmness and authority. Elder Fang and Elder Zhou, though advanced in years, were energetic and spoke with a powerful voice. Murong Feiyu's eyes were deep, revealing a mysterious aura. Murong Feiyang's face was sunny and his smile was brilliant. The young men of the Murong family each possessed their own unique charm; Murong Chen and Murong Qing were both imposing and graceful.

Brothers Jiang Aiguo and Jiang Aimin looked focused, nodding their heads in agreement with their leader. Zhou Dingbang frowned slightly, as if pondering something important. Oh my god, there were so many people! Jiang Junjun felt like she was having trouble keeping track of them all. She didn't bother explaining everything to Grandpa Li and the others.

Also listening intently were Jiang Langtian, Jiang Langfeng, Zhao Peng, Li Feifei, and Li Yuning. Jiang Langtian and Jiang Langfeng stood aside, their eyes filled with respect for the elders and curiosity about their conversation. Zhao Peng, on the other hand, folded his arms and nodded slightly, seemingly absorbing every word.

The little girl, Li Feifei, was even more fascinated by what she heard. She had come to the boss's place twice and had truly witnessed her sister-in-law's intelligence.

Just now, during a discussion about the village's development plan, my sister-in-law, with her unique insights and sharp thinking, offered many innovative and feasible suggestions, which impressed everyone present. Furthermore, when dealing with conflicts in the village, my sister-in-law calmly presented her own ideas, deftly resolving the conflict and convincing everyone.

Li Feifei sat quietly in the corner, her eyes somewhat blank, but her heart was boiling. She thought secretly that in the future, she must be like her sister-in-law Jiang Junjun and be a wise and capable person.

In the process of getting along with Jiang Junjun, Li Feifei felt that no matter what difficult problems her sister-in-law encountered in life, she could always resolve them cleverly with her intelligence and ability, as if there was a huge think tank in her head, and she could come up with brilliant ideas at any time.

Suddenly, Li Feifei remembered what her grandmother once said, that she was "unworldly."

In the past, she had never quite understood the meaning of this sentence, thinking that her grandmother was criticizing her for being ignorant. But today, after hearing these stories and seeing another side of life, she truly understood the meaning of this sentence. She was like a flower living in a greenhouse, too well protected by her family, and had no idea of the hardships of the outside world.