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

Around noon, the warm sunlight streamed down the path on their way back. Lin Yue and Long Lifan walked one after the other, their minds still replaying the discussions from earlier. Lin Yue frowned slightly and turned to Long Lifan, saying, "Sister Fan, is it really reliable to let Sister Xiuxiu manage the chicken farm?"

A hint of worry crept into her voice. Long Lifan looked at Lin Yue and said with a smile, "Are you worried that the new hires won't be obedient?"

Lin Yue grew up in the countryside and was very familiar with these rural matters, hence her concern. Long Lifan patted Lin Yue's shoulder gently and comforted her, "Don't worry, I've already spoken to the brigade leader and asked him to keep an eye out when recruiting and find some honest and reliable people."

"Oh..." Lin Yue responded, secretly admiring her. She hadn't expected that Sister Fan had not only foreseen the potential problems the chicken farm might encounter, but had even secretly prepared countermeasures. This thoughtful consideration and thorough preparation filled Lin Yue with admiration.

"By the way, you should also keep a close eye on things at the pig farm. Maybe the pig farm will be handed over to you to manage in the future."

Now, Long Lifan understands that if she wants to increase her influence in Dongwan Brigade and even the entire commune, the pig farm and chicken farm alone are far from enough. If she wants to have the opportunity to bring her grandfather and the others over as soon as possible, she can't be content with the status quo and must find another way.

When Lin Yue heard Long Lifan's point of view, she was initially taken aback. But Long Lifan's trusting gaze and sincere tone strengthened her resolve. She looked at Long Lifan, nodded solemnly, and said with determination, "Don't worry, Sister Fan, I won't let you down."

Back in her courtyard, Long Lifan eagerly unfurled her blueprints. This time, she planned to design a machine capable of grinding rice and flour. Her trip to Shimo Village had not only revealed the marks of time on those silent, heavy stone mills, but also sparked a flame of inspiration within her.

This traditional method of rice and flour milling in rural areas, while carrying historical memories, is also synonymous with inefficiency, for which villagers have paid too much hard work and time.

Actually, Dongwan Village also has a stone mill, located in the center of the village. She had seen villagers grinding grain there more than once, and although she knew the inconvenience, she hadn't paid much attention to it before because she used to buy refined grains.

The commune did have a processing mill, but it was too far from the villages below. This distance made the option impractical, and the villagers were unwilling and unable to bear the burden of long journeys. Therefore, most villagers still relied on stone mills to process wheat and corn. Naturally, the results were inconsistent, affecting the taste.

Therefore, Long Lifan decided to take action. She would use her knowledge from the future and the convenience of the system to change this situation. In doing so, she could not only achieve her own goals but also provide some benefits to the members.

She envisioned the efficient and convenient processing machinery of later generations, and a strong sense of mission welled up within her. She meticulously described every part of the machine, from the feed inlet to the powder outlet, from the power unit to the transmission system; every detail embodied her fervent hope for improving rural life.

She was going to the county town to buy piglets in a few days, and planned to submit the designs to the county machinery factory while she was there, so she had to hurry and finish the blueprints in the next few days.

She believes that once these machines are manufactured, they will not only greatly improve the villagers' efficiency but also reduce their burden.

February has quietly arrived. Although G Province is still shrouded in the lingering chill of winter, the temperature has been quietly rising under the gentle sunshine that falls on the earth.

The roadside grass, seemingly sensing the arrival of spring, timidly peeks out; the trees, unable to contain their excitement, begin to sprout green buds, with tender shoots eagerly emerging. All these subtle changes foreshadow spring's gentle, graceful approach, bringing life and hope to this long-dormant land.

As the familiar, long gong sounded through the village, like a prelude to spring, it heralded the end of the villagers' nearly two-month-long period of leisurely hibernation. Now that the ice and snow have melted and all things are reviving, they will soon step onto the field paths and resume their hard work.

“Long Zhiqing, you must wait for us when you get to the commune…” The morning sun shone on the country road, and Lin Guodong stood by the oxcart, looking on with anticipation as he spoke to Long Lifan.

Today, they were going to the commune to sell eggs and also to the county town to buy chicks and piglets to expand the village's livestock industry. Therefore, Lin Guodong specifically asked Long Lifan to go with them. There was no other way; Long, being a educated youth, knew many people at the farmers' market and was reliable. With her there, they felt much more at ease.

Moreover, everyone was hoping that Long, the educated youth, could help them get some preferential treatment!

“Okay…” Long Lifan straddled the bicycle, smiling brightly, and nodded.

Long Lifan rode her bicycle leisurely alone, slowly making her way along the road ahead. She figured there was nothing to do even if she arrived at the commune early, so she calmly enjoyed the tranquility. Old Chen followed not far behind her, slowly driving his oxcart, which carried Lin Guodong and others.

After Lin Guodong and his group delivered the eggs to the supply and marketing cooperative, they planned to take a bus to the county. Long Lifan handed her bicycle to Grandpa Chen, asking him to look after it. Grandpa Chen patted his chest and assured her:

“Give me your bicycle, Long Zhiqing, you can rest assured! Even if I lose it, your bicycle won’t be lost.”

This time, they weren't as lucky as before to run into an acquaintance from the machinery factory and get a ride. They had no choice but to go to the station and stand silently by the platform to wait. Fortunately, not long after they stood there, the bus slowly pulled up, as if it were a small favor from fate. A smile appeared on their faces.

After everyone boarded the bus, Zhou Huiji deliberately found a secluded seat in the back and sat down cautiously. He looked tense, his eyes scanning the other passengers warily, as if each one could be a potential threat. Lin Guodong and Secretary Miao stood tacitly on either side of him, like two loyal guardian deities, firmly protecting Zhou Huiji in the middle.

Seeing this, Long Lifan couldn't help but laugh and teased, "Accountant Zhou, don't be so nervous. We're just going to buy some things, not to do anything shady. You're making it sound like we're going to steal something."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Huiji gave a wry smile, but his eyes remained unwaveringly wary. He lightly patted the bulging briefcase on his chest and lowered his voice, saying, "This contains all the property of our Dongwan Brigade. It's fine if I lose it, but if this money is lost, how am I supposed to explain it to everyone..."

As he spoke, his brows furrowed tightly again.