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

After Long Lifan left, the surrounding villagers gathered around. They had all heard the conversation between Long Lifan and Widow Liu's family.

"Guard's wife, your family's luck has really turned around!" a woman of similar age to Widow Liu exclaimed, her eyes full of envy.

“It’s not luck at all. It’s all because my children are hardworking and determined that they were chosen by Long Zhiqing.” When Widow Liu talks about her children now, her face is full of pride, as if she has returned to the time when her husband was alive and she was the envy of others.

"Oh, Widow Liu, look at how wide your smile is! If it weren't for Long Zhiqing, your children would be just like us, maybe even worse! I heard you were even planning to send your second daughter to be married off in a marriage exchange!" Granny Zhou couldn't help but taunt the smug Widow Liu.

"That's the result of my child's own hard work, which is why he was chosen by Long Zhiqing. Grandma Zhou, isn't your son quite capable? Why haven't I seen Long Zhiqing go to see him?" When Widow Liu heard Grandma Zhou mention the past, she got a little angry and immediately retorted, leaving Grandma Zhou speechless.

The next day, just as dawn was breaking, Lin Weibing hurriedly left Dongwan Village. Those at the mill processing plant who knew the inside story hoped he would bring back some good news, but by noon, he had not appeared, nor had any outsiders come.

Everyone felt a little disappointed, and Widow Liu was especially anxious. She knew this was a rare opportunity that Long, the educated youth, had given her son, so after finishing her work, she rushed to the mill to wait. The Lin sisters, Xiuxiu and Xiuxiu, were also worried and came over from the chicken farm.

Time ticked by, and finally, around 3 p.m., Lin Weibing appeared in everyone's sight. He was carrying a heavy sack of grain on his shoulder, and a middle-aged man followed behind him. The man had difficulty walking and walked with a limp.

Seeing this, Long Lifan was taken aback for a moment, then quickly stepped forward to ask why. Lin Weibing, panting heavily, explained, "Long Zhiqing, it's like this..."

It turned out that Lin Weibing had gone to the neighboring Xigou brigade to spread propaganda today, but the villagers didn't pay any attention to what he said. Many of them knew Lin Weibing; they knew he was just a good-for-nothing from Dongwan Village. Could they really believe what he said?

So no one paid much attention. But Lin Weibing didn't want to go out on business in such a disgraceful manner. So he made up his mind to go door to door to spread the word.

The middle-aged man following behind him was surnamed Zhang. He had injured his leg in a fall while climbing a mountain when he was young, and since then, he had been unable to walk properly. When Lin Weibing promoted the mill processing to him, he was somewhat tempted. His elderly mother was bedridden and kept saying that she wanted to eat some refined grain, but his legs were too weak to carry the grain out for processing.

After hearing about Uncle Zhang's plight, Lin Weibing immediately helped carry the grain onto his shoulders, deciding to help him fulfill his wish.

Long Lifan listened and nodded, gaining a deeper understanding of Lin Weibing's kindness and sense of responsibility. The surrounding crowd looked at Lin Weibing with new light in their eyes, surprised and admiring his transformation.

Seeing everyone staring blankly, Long Lifan laughed and shouted, "Stop standing there! Let's get to work!" Only then did everyone come to their senses and hurriedly carried the bag of grain that Lin Weibing had brought into the mill to begin processing it.

Looking at her son, who was covered in sweat, Widow Liu said with concern, "Soldier, you must be exhausted. Don't go today, you can go tomorrow. Haven't you eaten yet?"

Lin Weibing wiped his sweat and nodded: "Mom, I haven't eaten yet. But I still have to go to Xigou Brigade later."

"What are you going to do?" Widow Liu asked, puzzled.

“Mother, Uncle Zhang has difficulty walking. Since I promised to help him carry the grain here, I have to help him carry it back. One must finish what one starts and not give up halfway,” Lin Weibing said firmly.

Actually, he had another plan in mind: to personally go to Xigou Village to demonstrate the processed flour. He believed that the villagers would be attracted to it after seeing it.

Listening to Lin Weibing's words, Long Lifan nodded slightly, her eyes full of approval. "Go to Grandpa Wang's house and borrow a handcart later. Carrying dozens of kilograms of grain back and forth is really tiring."

The "Uncle Wang" that Long Lifan mentioned is actually the village carpenter, Wang. He used to make all their furniture for them, and Long Lifan remembers that he had a handcart at home.

However, Long Lifan remembered Lin Weibing's former hooligan-like appearance and couldn't help but feel worried. Grandpa Wang hated idle people the most, and she was afraid Lin Weibing would run into trouble if he went to borrow the car. So, she added, "Just say I sent you; Grandpa Wang should give me that face."

Upon hearing this, Lin Weibing glanced gratefully at Long Lifan, nodded, and secretly vowed to get things done this time.

As expected, when Lin Weibing arrived at Grandpa Wang's door, Grandpa Wang frowned slightly upon seeing him. Lin Weibing's heart tightened, but he still mustered the courage to explain his purpose. Unexpectedly, when he mentioned that Long Lifan had sent him, Grandpa Wang's expression immediately softened, and a smile even appeared on his lips. He readily agreed to borrow the car.

Lin Weibing pushed the borrowed handcart back to the mill, where Uncle Zhang's dozens of kilograms of flour had already been processed. Looking at the snow-white flour, Uncle Zhang was overjoyed, praising its quality. He didn't take the bran back; he sold it directly to the processing plant.

Widow Liu, feeling sorry for her son, didn't have time to cook, so she slipped a steamed bun into his pocket for him to eat on the way. Lin Weibing pushed a small cart full of flour all the way to Xigou Village. He not only walked back and forth through the village several times to show off the flour, but also had Uncle Zhang help promote it.

This tactic worked perfectly. Starting the next day, villagers from Xigou Village began coming to work there. Lin Weibing was overjoyed. He replicated the method and expanded the operation to several other surrounding villages.

Before long, the reputation of the Dongwan Village mill and processing plant spread throughout the surrounding villages. Everyone knew that the mill in Dongwan Village processed goods quickly and the employees had a good attitude, unlike in the commune where people would be treated rudely.

More importantly, the Dongwan Village Mill Processing Plant also recycles rice bran and wheat bran. When you come here for processing, you basically don't need to bring any money; you can just sell those items to the processing plant.

For a time, their small mill was bustling with activity, with a constant stream of people coming to process their goods, a stark contrast to the situation in the commune.

Every day, everyone is busy, but everyone's face is filled with a happy smile. Yang Lijuan and Liu Pandi, in particular, are overwhelmed with excitement as they watch the numbers on the ledger grow, and they are filled with anticipation for the future.

Village Committee, Office

Lin Guodong and his companions held the mill's data for the past month in their hands, and their mouths involuntarily turned up in a smile. They were shocked by what they found.

They hadn't expected that the mill processing plant would generate over a hundred yuan in revenue per month. Keep in mind that this doesn't even include the recycled rice bran and wheat bran; if those two items were included, the revenue would be even higher.

"Yes, it has to be you, Long Zhiqing. You said you could make money, and you really could..."

Zhou Huiji and Secretary Miao nodded in agreement, their admiration for Long Lifan beyond words.

As for the squad leaders who initially objected, looking at the processing plant's data, they were so ashamed that they buried their heads under the table!