Go back to the past to plant trees

Feng Cheng didn't chat with Qin Xuemei for too long. After a while, Feng Cheng went back, and Qin Xuemei also returned to her dormitory.

"Xuemei, you're back."

"Ah."

“I just saw the section chief go to the lab too. What were you two talking about in there?”

Shen Mengyin leaned over and asked Qin Xuemei with a curious expression.

Qin Xuemei glanced at her, understood what she meant by asking, and replied, "What can we talk about? Let's just talk about work."

"I don't believe it. You and the section chief are definitely having something going on, you just aren't telling me."

"Are you two dating...?"

Shen Mengyin suddenly asked a loud question.

"Ha, I'm nervous, definitely."

Seeing Qin Xuemei's body tense up instantly, Shen Mengyin immediately guessed what was going on.

“Mengyin, you just realized it now,” Ji Xiurong couldn’t help but say. “I knew all along that Xuemei liked Section Chief.”

"Oh, so you didn't tell me..."

Shen Mengyin looked unhappy, as if she had missed some earth-shattering gossip.

Qin Xuemei pursed her lips, "Don't listen to Ji Xiurong's nonsense, I have no relationship with Feng Cheng whatsoever."

"Tch, I don't believe it."

"Meng Yue, you and Xue Mei have been together all along, you know that, right?"

Shen Mengyin looked at Meng Yue, who was writing a love letter seriously.

Without looking up, Meng Yue said, "Don't ask me, I don't know anything about it."

"They all kept it from me."

"Mengyin, come here, I have something to tell you," Ji Xiurong said, beckoning Shen Mengyin to lean her head closer when she saw her pouting.

"What are you two whispering about? Are you talking badly about me again?" Qin Xuemei saw Shen Mengyin's eyes shining, as if Ji Xiurong had told her some earth-shattering secret, so she couldn't help but ask, afraid that she was the protagonist in the gossip.

Shen Mengyin shook her head at him, "We're not talking about you, we're talking about the boys."

Ji Xiurong also said, "Yes, we're talking about those boys."

"Are you telling the truth?" Shen Mengyin asked Ji Xiurong in a low voice.

Ji Xiurong nodded: "Really, you can see it if you observe carefully, but don't go around telling everyone, or you'll get blamed and I won't share secrets with you anymore."

Shen Mengyin nodded repeatedly, "I definitely won't tell, I'll keep it to myself."

Seeing the two whispering to each other, Meng Yue couldn't help but say, "Shen Mengyin, if you're really too free, go find a boyfriend. All you do all day is follow other people's gossip."

"I'm not paying attention anymore, I'm going to sleep."

Shen Mengyin pulled the blanket over her body, but she kept glancing at Meng Yue with her head sticking out.

After Shen Mengyin fell asleep, Qin Xuemei also prepared to go to sleep.

"Meng Yue, go to sleep. You can write the love letter tomorrow. If you don't go to sleep now, you won't be able to get up tomorrow."

"Wait a minute, I'll go to sleep after I finish writing this."

After writing the last two lines, Meng Yue extinguished the oil lamp.

Qin Xuemei closed her eyes, and images of Wu Yansheng involuntarily appeared in her mind, then changed to Feng Cheng…

"Xuemei, were you really in the lab with Feng Cheng just now?"

As Qin Xuemei was lost in thought, Meng Yue looked over and whispered in her ear, "I'm going to ask you something."

"Ah."

"What did you talk about?"

"We didn't talk about much, just some casual family matters."

How do you feel about his feelings for you? He probably likes you too!

Qin Xuemei hesitated for a moment, then shook her head slightly, "I don't know either."

Qin Xuemei was genuinely unaware that Feng Cheng's attitude towards her had always remained the same, and the two of them had rarely spent time alone together. In the past, when he went to the nursery, either Zhao Jinquan or Zhao Tianshan were there, and she and Feng Cheng rarely had the opportunity to chat alone. Today was the first time they had such a chance.

Meng Yue said, "How about I ask for you when I have some free time?"

"No, I don't want it. This can't be forced."

Meng Yue looked at Qin Xuemei. In the darkness, she couldn't see her classmate's expression, but Meng Yue knew that she cared about this matter.

After thinking about it, Meng Yue decided to take some time to ask Feng Cheng, at least to get his attitude, otherwise dragging it out like this wouldn't be good for Xue Mei.

Let's not let this turn into another one-sided crush that ends in failure after three years.

Meng Yue stopped asking questions, and the dugout fell into complete silence, with only the chirping of some insects outside.

...

In the following days, Feng Cheng continued his previous work, going back and forth between three points every day.

Ever since Xu Peng had eaten Feng Cheng's tofu once, he bought dozens of kilograms of soybeans and asked Feng Cheng to make it for him.

In Bashang, being able to eat something as rare as tofu is a very happy thing. Xu Peng asked Feng Cheng for help, and Feng Cheng was willing to help. However, Feng Cheng also asked Xu Peng to buy some soybeans for him. He didn't care about the price. There are so many things that can be made from soybeans, such as various soy products, soybean paste, and soy sauce. Feng Cheng didn't know how to make some things, but just making tofu and soy milk was very important.

Xu Peng did not refuse. He often traveled around doing engineering projects and knew people in various units in the county. Getting some soybeans was easy for him.

We got nearly 20 jin of soybeans from Xu Peng, and with the ones we bought in the county town and collected in the countryside, the amount of soybeans in the camp has reached 50 jin. At 3 jin per meal, these soybeans can make 16 or 17 meals.

This made everyone very happy. The food at the camp was getting better and better. Xing Zhen's promised rewards of rice, flour, and cooking oil were also delivered. Although it wasn't much, it was much better than the meager amount they had before. Now they didn't have to be so stingy with oil, and they could eat more flour and refined grains for more meals.

This year, Wei Fugui has gradually expanded his vegetable garden in Bashang, planting a large amount of potatoes, corn, sweet potatoes, pumpkins and other crops. Zhao Tianshan estimates that after this year's grain harvest, the camp's grain reserves will reach about 100 kilograms.

This is an exaggerated number. Although these are all high-yield products, the fact that so much has been harvested is enough to prove Wei Fugui's diligence.

"I have to give Lao Wei credit for this. This year, we don't need the bureau to send us any more food for the winter. We have enough food here all we need."

"We still need to provide some oat flour. We can't eat sweet potatoes, potatoes, and corn every day. We need to change things up occasionally."

"Next year, we still need to expand the vegetable garden. We'll not only plant these vegetables, but also oats. It's impossible to rely on the higher authorities to provide food for the hundreds of people in the forest farm. We have to solve the problem ourselves."

Zhao Tianshan said, "You're right. We still have to rely on ourselves for this. As our great leader said, 'If we do it ourselves, we'll have plenty to eat and wear.'"

"Let's wait for the machinery to come up. If we rely on manpower to cultivate the vegetable fields, it will take forever. The workload of one tractor in a day is enough for us to work for half a month."

"Ah."