Time Travel: Volume 1! Starting from a Small Mountain Village

Xu Tiansheng's words were straightforward and frank, almost explicitly stating that he was given this job entirely because of Long Zhiqing's influence. The meaning behind his words couldn't be clearer: if it weren't for Long Zhiqing's existence, Xu Tiansheng might never have even heard of the Dongwan Brigade, let alone have such frequent dealings with it now.

Lin Guodong naturally understood; he knew the reasoning behind it. While Long Zhiqing was undoubtedly crucial to the machinery factory, to them, his importance was no less than that of the factory itself. The future development of the Dongwan Brigade depended entirely on Long Zhiqing's leadership. How could they possibly allow him to suffer the slightest injustice?

Thinking of this, Lin Guodong's expression became even more serious. He solemnly said to Xu Tiansheng, "Director Xu, you can rest assured about this. Long Zhiqing is equally important to our Dongwan Brigade. We will definitely do everything in our power to protect her and will never let her suffer any injustice!"

Sitting to the side, Long Lifan listened quietly to their conversation. She knew in her heart that Director Xu's words were actually meant for her. Even so, hearing Director Xu so firmly defend her still warmed her heart.

She looked at the two men with gratitude, her eyes shining with emotion. This unwavering support from her teammates strengthened her resolve to assist in the development of the machinery factory and lead the Dongwan Brigade to prosperity.

Finally, Xu Tiansheng and Long Lifan discussed many plans for the future development of the machinery factory. Long Lifan, with the perspective of someone from a later era, offered unique insights, painting a vibrant picture for Xu Tiansheng. Every detail broadened his horizons, filling his heart with anticipation for the future rise of their machinery factory.

As they parted, Xu Tiansheng suggested to Lin Guodong, who was standing beside him, "Captain Lin, you can report to the county for that temporary job after the New Year. Don't be late." Lin Guodong smiled and nodded in agreement.

As Lin Guodong embarked on his journey home, his heart felt light and joyful, as if caressed by a spring breeze. The job opportunity at the machinery factory was like a sweet candy, making him feel almost lightheaded. However, this joy didn't last long; his brow gradually furrowed. He had three sons, but now they weighed heavily on his heart like three heavy stones. There was only one position; how could he distribute it fairly and avoid any discord among his brothers?

He took a deep breath and decided to go home and discuss it with his wife first. After all, harmony in the family is paramount, and this matter needed to be handled properly; he couldn't let a good job become the source of family conflict. Lin Guodong quickened his pace, silently praying that he could find a solution that would satisfy everyone.

As winter deepened, the cold wind grew increasingly biting, and the village paths were almost deserted as everyone chose to stay indoors to escape the cold, enjoying the warmth provided by firewood. Long Lifan was no exception; she only occasionally went to check on the chicken farm, spending most of her time at home. She found an abandoned iron basin, lit the charcoal that Factory Director Xu had given her, and a warm feeling immediately filled the courtyard.

Hu Lili and the others discovered that Sister Fan had a charcoal fire to grill, so they gathered there almost every day. Lin Yue and Liu Pandi were no exception. Now that all the other older educated youth in the settlement had gone home for the New Year, only the two of them remained, making it usually quiet and deserted. Therefore, apart from going back to sleep at night, they spent their days in Long Lifan's courtyard.

As newly arrived educated youth sent to the countryside this year, they couldn't ask for leave to go home, but sitting together and chatting about everything under the sun, they didn't feel lonely. From interesting things in the village to the prosperity of the city, from personal dreams to aspirations for the future, they talked about everything.

However, as the conversation waned, everyone fell silent again. Long Lifan then took out a book from the ones she had brought from Shanghai and began to read quietly. Seeing this, the others followed suit and picked up books as well, and the courtyard fell into a tranquil atmosphere.

Fortunately, Long Lifan brought a wide variety of books, and everyone had their own favorite genre. They immersed themselves in the sea of ​​books, enjoying this rare tranquility and fulfillment. This small courtyard became their haven in the cold winter and a place where their souls found solace.

Meanwhile, at a military base in Northwest my country

Winters here seem even harsher than those in the East Bay Brigade. Snow is a frequent visitor, falling early and transforming the entire camp into a silver-clad world. Thick snow covers the barracks, training grounds, and outposts, as if the land is draped in a layer of white armor.

Despite the frigid weather and biting wind, the soldiers, still bundled in their heavy winter gear, persevered in their training on the field. Heavy snow fell, blanketing their winter clothes and fur hats in white, making them seem to blend seamlessly into the silver-clad world. However, this did not dampen their enthusiasm for training; every movement was powerful and resolute.

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At the forefront of the troops stood a man, upright and ramrod straight. His face was covered in snowflakes, yet he remained motionless, like an unyielding monument. His gaze was deep and resolute, fixed on the soldiers training ahead, his eyes filled with pride and anticipation.

On the training field, soldiers toiled amidst sweat and snowflakes, their figures appearing and disappearing in the snow. Every fall, every rise, was a test of their will and courage. They knew that only by giving their all here could they win victory and glory on the future battlefield.

This training exercise in the snow was not only a test of the soldiers' physical fitness, but also a tempering of their spirit. In this silvery-white world, they demonstrated the resilience and perseverance of soldiers through their actions.

The man stood at the front, watching all this, and even nodded slightly. He knew that only through such rigorous training could soldiers become more courageous and fearless on the battlefield.

Jiang Chen was intently observing the soldiers' training; every movement and every detail was under his watchful eye. Just then, a young soldier suddenly ran over. His steps were light and his posture upright, clearly indicating that he too had undergone rigorous training.

The young soldier ran up to Jiang Chen and quickly gave a crisp, clean salute, his movements brimming with military bearing. "Report, Battalion Commander Jiang, there's a letter for you in the duty room!" His voice was loud and clear, carrying a hint of respect and anticipation.

Jiang Chen was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, but quickly recovered. He nodded, signaling the young soldier to calm down, and then took the letter. His gaze swept over the envelope, and he couldn't help but feel curious—who could be writing to him at this time?

However, when he saw the mailing name on the envelope, he froze instantly. His breathing became rapid, and hot breaths kept coming out of his mouth, dissipating into wisps of stale air in the cold winter.