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

Long Lifan opened the letter; inside was a letter from the Propaganda Department of G Province.

Hello, Comrade Long Lifan:

Your submission a while ago has been accepted by our newspaper, and according to regulations, you should be paid a fee of 27.8 yuan. Furthermore, since your article was selected as one of the province's top ten outstanding works, you will receive an additional 10 yuan bonus. The withdrawal slip has been sent with this letter; you can use it to withdraw the money at the post office. We hope you will continue your efforts.

Publicity Department of G Province

Long Lifan never expected that her initial intention to help the machinery factory promote its new farm tools would actually earn her a fee. And it was over 30 yuan! Many workers probably don't even earn 30 yuan a month!

Besides letters and receipts, the newspaper that published her article was also tucked inside. It seems the higher-ups valued this article highly, which is good; the more they value it, the smoother the promotion of the new agricultural tools will be.

After several months in the time travel, she finally managed to use her advantages to make a small contribution to this era. Thinking that even the poorest working people in the world would benefit from her small act, Long Lifan's mood brightened, and a smile unconsciously appeared on her face.

"Long Zhiqing, what good news have you got?"

Seeing the smile on Long Zhiqing's face, Lin Guodong, who was standing nearby, asked curiously.

"Here, take a look at this!" Long Lifan took out the newspaper tucked inside the letter and handed it to Lin Guodong.

"This... our Dongwan Brigade has been reported to the provincial newspaper?" Lin Guodong held the newspaper, his hands clenched into fists, trembling uncontrollably.

G Province has hundreds of communes, and the number of brigades is probably well over a thousand. Yet he saw the name of Dongwan Brigade in the provincial newspaper, which was a great joy for him and for the entire Dongwan Brigade.

"Come here, Lao Zhou, come and see! Our Dongwan Brigade has been featured in the provincial newspaper!"

Lin Guodong's face was beaming like a blooming chrysanthemum. Overjoyed, he quickly grabbed the newspaper and shared it with Accountant Zhou and the others beside him.

"I never imagined that our Dongwan Brigade would become so famous during my tenure as accountant." Accountant Zhou quickly skimmed through the article, feeling incredibly excited. Then, with a touch of emotion, she added...

For them, this is an honor!

"Could Long, the educated youth, give us this newspaper...?"

"Row!"

Long Lifan agreed without hesitation, having a rough idea of ​​what Lin Guodong and his group were planning. A newspaper was nothing to her anyway.

Sure enough, Lin Guodong and his colleagues carefully pasted the newspaper on the wall of the village committee office that same day.

"How is the Longzhiqing chicken farm doing?"

Seeing that Long Lifan was about to leave, Secretary Miao hurriedly spoke up. The chicks had been bought for nearly twenty days, and during this time Long Lifan had forbidden anyone other than the three of them from entering.

They often went to the chicken farm to check on things through the fence, but they knew nothing about what was happening inside. Although they trusted Long Zhiqing and were aware of her abilities.

But the chicken farm was a matter of interest to the entire village, and he was still a little uneasy without seeing it with his own eyes.

"It's alright!" Long Lifan nodded slightly. Seeing the expressions on their faces, she knew their worries, so she suggested, "Why don't you come along and take a look?"

"Is this... okay?"

"Haha, what's wrong with that!" Long Lifan smiled and said, "We didn't let you in before because the chicks were still small. And people usually carry germs, which might infect the chicks."

"Now that the chicks have grown up and their immunity has improved, there's nothing wrong with them."

As he spoke, Long Lifan led the way, and the others exchanged glances and followed.

"Long Zhiqing"

Lin Xiuxiu greeted Long Lifan with a smile. Lin Yue had gone back for dinner, so Lin Xiuxiu was currently alone at the chicken farm. Long Lifan implemented a shift system to ensure that someone was always watching the chicken farm during the day.

Long Lifan nodded slightly, then told her to go about her business and not worry about them. Only then did she lead the group into the chicken coop. At that moment, the chicks were acting as lookouts, running around in the open space.

"Wow, this chicken coop is cleaner than my house!" Lin Guodong and his group were astonished when they entered. There was no chicken stench as they had imagined, and no chicken droppings on the floor. Looking at the spotless coop, Lin Guodong couldn't help but exclaim.

Secretary Miao and Accountant Zhou couldn't help but nod. If they didn't know this was a chicken coop, they would have thought they had come to that family's house.

"How many chicks are there now?!"

"380"

"No, I meant how much is left?" Miao Dashan thought Long Lifan hadn't understood him, so he asked again.

"It's 380!"

"You mean the chicks we brought back from the farmers' market are still alive and well?" Secretary Miao's eyes widened in disbelief.

Chicken farming has a mortality rate, especially for chicks, which is why many people are afraid to raise chickens. Miao Dashan couldn't believe that the chicks raised by Long Zhiqing hadn't died; how did she manage that?

The team leader and accountant Zhou were also stunned by the information, standing there dumbfounded, not knowing how to express the shock they felt.

Ignoring their surprised expressions, Long Lifan took out a notebook from the side and said, "Currently, the chicken farm has a total of 380 chicks, 45 males and 335 females. This also records the daily changes in feed consumption; you can take a look."

The group carefully reviewed the contents of the notebook, which not only clearly recorded changes in food consumption, but also detailed the times when the chicks were let out to keep watch and when the chicken coop was cleaned.

Looking at the densely packed data, the group was momentarily speechless. No wonder Long Zhiqing could raise chickens so well; he had clearly put in the effort.

Looking at the chicks hopping around outside and at the tidy chicken coop, Lin Guodong finally understood why Long Lifan had chosen Lin Xiuxiu and Lin Yue from among the crowd. Putting everything else aside, just the way they cleaned was something no one else could have done so meticulously.

I have immense respect for Long Zhiqing's ability to select and appoint people. Look at Yang Zhiqing, whom she recommended as the village doctor; treating the villagers' illnesses is a piece of cake for him. And look at Lin Yue and the others she chose; they raised chickens better than anyone expected.

Upon learning about the chicken farm, their hearts finally settled down, but they were also utterly shocked by the data from the farm. They didn't stay long at the chicken farm; as Long Zhiqing had just said, everyone carries germs, and these chicks were the hope of their Dongwan Brigade. They couldn't let the chicken farm be ruined because of them.

"Long Zhiqing, what do you think we should do next?"

"What do you mean?" Long Lifan was a little confused, not quite understanding the deeper meaning behind the captain's words.

"I wanted to ask Long Zhiqing, what do you think we should do next for Dongwan?"

"Captain, you shouldn't be asking me that!"

Actually, we'd like to hear your advice.

When Lin Guodong said this, an awkward silence seemed to fill the air, and his hands unconsciously rubbed back and forth on his thighs. It was astonishing that these three men, all in their forties, had to ask a young girl for advice.

But for the sake of the Dongwan Brigade's development, he was willing to risk his reputation and disregard all other considerations. Could his pride possibly be more important than the development of the Dongwan Brigade? In his view, asking Long, the educated youth, for advice was nothing shameful.