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

Long Lifan nodded slightly in understanding. China's development in various aspects is relatively lagging, and its economy is lagging behind. In the industrial sector, the situation is particularly uneven. For example, fertilizer plants not only have low production capacity but also poor results.

It is said that many fertilizer plants still import their machinery and production lines from abroad. But since these countries allow them to develop steadily, most of the imported equipment consists of substandard products that have been phased out by those countries.

But what can she do? Something is better than nothing. As far as she knows, there are no fertilizer plants in Pingwu County, where she lives; these fertilizers must have been transported from elsewhere.

Chemical fertilizers are an indispensable part of crops, and the lack of sufficient chemical fertilizers is one of the reasons for the low grain yields in this era.

Thinking about these things, Long Lifan stopped talking. Sometimes she would look at the world from the perspective of a later generation, but she overlooked the limitations of this era itself.

The brigade leader, standing to the side, showed no disappointment at the mere few hundred kilograms of fertilizer; to him, this was already commonplace. After all, his Dongwan brigade was the poorest, lacking even a single decent possession.

If their Dongwan Brigade were to develop well, he would absolutely dare to bang on the table and throw stools at the commune leaders, demanding that they allocate more resources to him.

Poverty prevented even the brigade leader from having the courage to ask for help. However, the thought of Long Zhiqing bringing in a batch of aid from the machinery factory today still made him feel quite happy.

When they returned to the brigade, it was already 2 p.m. Long Lifan parted ways with the brigade leader at the fork in the road and then went straight home.

Just as she took out her key to open the door, perhaps Hu Lili, who was nearby, heard the noise and ran out, saying, "Sister Fan, you're finally back! Have you eaten yet? We left some food for you."

"No need, I've already eaten!" She didn't eat much; she had only eaten one steamed bun and two dumplings. Now, she just felt a little thirsty and hurried inside to get some water.

"Stop looking, I'm in a hurry, there's no time at all!" Seeing Hu Lili staring at her expectantly, Long Lifan put down her water glass and said calmly.

"These are all, bought from the commune. See if you want them!" He took out some snacks he bought from the commune, placed them on the table, and said to her.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Hu Lili nodded repeatedly. Although the three of them had a good relationship, they kept their differences very clear when it came to this kind of thing.

There were only three or four kinds of snacks, but Long Lifan specially bought some of the snacks that the group usually liked to eat.

Hu Lili gave the money to Long Lifan and took half of it. Firstly, neither Jiang Nian'an nor Hu Lili were short of money, and secondly, neither of them were petty people.

"By the way, Sister Fan, what exactly did you go to do!" Hu Lili had wanted to ask yesterday, but didn't have a chance. Now, seeing that Long Lifan looked a little tired, she asked.

"This time I went to the county town..." Long Lifan then briefly recounted her trip to the county town. "In the end, they directly sent us back to the commune, so I didn't have any time to explore the county town at all."

"Wow, Sister Fan, you're really amazing!" Hu Lili exclaimed sincerely. But thinking about herself, she felt a little sad. Why was there such a big difference between her and Sister Fan, even though they were both sent-down youth?

Brigade Headquarters

"Old Lin, did you bring the fertilizer back?" Zhou Huiji asked as soon as Lin Guodong returned to the village.

At this time, besides him, Secretary Miao and the other four team leaders were all at the brigade headquarters. The fertilizer had been brought back, and they needed to discuss how to distribute it.

The wheat in the fields has been harvested, but there's still corn to be grown. They need to fertilize the corn to ensure its growth. But the amount of fertilizer they have isn't enough; they need to find a solution.

"Yes, it's back, 500 jin!" Lin Guodong nodded. He had just delivered the fertilizer to the brigade's storage room.

"500 jin is not a small amount." Secretary Miao sighed. They already knew this number, so there was not much fluctuation.

"By the way, why are you so late today? Did your superiors say something? Or did something happen while you were hauling fertilizer?"

Secretary Miao took out his old pipe, which he always wore, from his waist, put a wisp of tobacco into the pipe, lit it, took a few deep drags, and exhaled a few smoke rings. Then he spoke.

"No, I accompanied Long Zhiqing to the county town," Lin Guodong said, shaking his head slightly.

Secretary Miao tapped his pipe a few times on the edge of the stool under his bottom, making a clanging sound. He couldn't understand why a young educated youth would run off to the county town, especially since Lin Guodong, the brigade leader, was accompanying him.

He felt that this educated youth, Long, was cunning and would invite the cadres to dinner. Sure enough, she not only got the brigade leader to write her a letter of introduction, but also accompanied them.

"What business does Long Zhiqing have in the county town?" Secretary Miao thought Lin Guodong had gone along because he had received a favor from Long Zhiqing, so he couldn't help but advise, "Old Lin, I'm not trying to criticize you, but as the brigade leader, you should stick to your position. How can you let a little educated youth make a fuss?"

"Secretary Miao, what do you mean by that?" Lin Guodong frowned, thinking that Long Zhiqing's trip to the county town was not only to promote the new type of sickle, but also to secure benefits for their Dongwan Brigade.

Now, however, Secretary Miao considered it nonsense. If Educated Youth Long heard this, wouldn't it be disheartening? Therefore, his expression changed, and he said with a serious face:

“I don’t know where you got the idea that I don’t have my own stance, and I don’t know why you’re so sure that Long Zhiqing is just making a fuss.”

"I feel really sorry for Long Zhiqing. I never thought that she was so dedicated to the commune members and even managed to get assistance for our Dongwan Brigade, but some people have called it nonsense."

Secretary Miao snorted and was about to speak when Zhou Huiji stepped forward and interrupted him: "Old Lin, what do you mean by that? What aid? What exactly did Long Zhiqing do in the county town this time?"

Zhou Huiji had a good impression of Long Lifan, after all, he had eaten quite a bit at He Fang that day, but when he heard Captain Lin say that Long Zhiqing had brought them a batch of aid, he became curious.

The other team leaders echoed his sentiments, but when Secretary Miao saw this, he turned his head to the side. He wanted to hear what this educated youth, Long, had done that made Lin Guodong defend him like this.

"You've all heard about the tools Long Zhiqing used during the recent harvest, right?" Seeing everyone's expressions, Lin Guodong immediately stopped beating around the bush and asked directly.

"Yes, I've seen it!" Zhou Huiji nodded to one of the team leaders. In particular, Zhou Huiji thought to himself that he had not only seen it, but his wife had also used it. Afterwards, he kept talking about the benefits of that kind of sickle.

Secretary Miao was taken aback. He had seen those new sickles before, and they were indeed much lighter and more convenient than the tools they used daily. Crucially, they saved time and effort, and didn't hurt his arms.

"That new tool was designed by Long Zhiqing herself. She went to the county town this time hoping that all the commune members could use it." So he told the others in detail why he went to the county town and what happened at the machinery factory.

It was mentioned that not only did Long, a young intellectual, dare to confront the leaders of the machinery factory, but when he left, they even arranged for a driver to take him back.

After he finished speaking, everyone was stunned. None of them knew how to express their feelings. Although they hadn't witnessed it themselves, they could imagine the scene from Lin Guodong's description.

They were all obsequious to the leaders of the commune, but Long Zhiqing had such courage in front of the leaders of the machinery factory, something they would never have dared to do.

The key point is what Lin Guodong just said: Long Zhiqing only thought of promoting it because he saw the pain of the commune members using old and outdated tools.

Not only that, but they also secured a batch of new tools for their Dongwan Brigade. No wonder the brigade leader was so angry just now; Long Zhiqing's awareness and vision are truly worthy of being slandered like that by Secretary Miao.

"Captain, is what you said true? The machinery factory really agreed to provide us with a batch of new farm tools!" Zhou Huiji seemed a little skeptical, and of course, he wasn't the only one; everyone else felt the same way.

"Of course it's true!" Lin Guodong said with some pride, "This is something that Director Xu personally promised to Long Zhiqing, so how could it be false?"

"Furthermore, Director Xu invited Long Zhiqing to work at the machinery factory, but Long Zhiqing refused."