Era: A college student came to the courtyard house

It was the third day since Fang Yuan arrived in Qin Family Village.

Inside the guardhouse of Qinjiacun Coal Yard.

Fang Yuan wrote a report until midnight last night, and got up early this morning to continue writing. It wasn't until 8 o'clock that he finally managed to write down a rough outline of his thoughts.

The first article is about popularizing the concept of barefoot doctors.

The second article is a proposal to start education from a young age and to establish primary schools in every village.

Compared to the other report, the one about the popularization of barefoot doctors was much easier to write.

He had read many related books in his previous life, so now he only needed to bring the idea out of his mind. The scope didn't need to be too big. He would take the Red Star Steel Plant as the starting point and consider whether each counterpart assistance commune could select one or two people to study at the Red Star Hospital.

After all, hygiene knowledge is being popularized, so the content doesn't need to be too advanced. Just understanding some basic common sense is enough. In addition, if possible, you can learn more about common diseases and first aid.

He believed that as long as the higher-ups gave their approval, this kind of relevant knowledge could be collected and organized very quickly.

When he finished writing and came out of the room, he learned that Qin Xiangye had already taken a carriage home the night before.

"Kid, Xiangye was too embarrassed to see you before she left, so she asked me to tell you her thanks."

Fang Yuan waved his hand, looked at the fully armed old man in front of him, and asked curiously, "Are you going, sir?"

"I'm on patrol. I recently heard from the villagers that a few wild boars have appeared in the mountains. I need to go check it out."

Fang Yuan looked at the hunting rifle in Grandpa Cheng's hand and said with interest, "Grandpa, I'll go too."

"You, with your skinny arms and legs, are you even capable?"

Grandpa Cheng looked at Fang Yuan with amusement. Just as Fang Yuan opened his mouth to explain, Grandpa Cheng handed him the dagger hanging from his waist.

"Let's go hunt wild boar."

Fang Yuan took the knife and shouted with great vigor.

Old Master Cheng said irritably, "What do you want from me, boy? Go get it yourself. Hunt wild boar? If you see a wild boar, are you going to run away by yourself or carry me with you?"

Fang Yuan looked at the hunting rifle in Grandpa Cheng's hand and asked awkwardly, "Then what are we going to do?"

"First, go to the village and call for help. Dig a few holes in the places where wild boars often appear. I'm carrying this old buddy of mine for self-defense. If you really want to hunt wild boars, you can't rely on it alone." Grandpa Cheng said as he walked towards Qin Family Village.

Fang Yuan followed awkwardly behind him.

Turning around, the two arrived at Qin Youtian's house.

Upon learning that they were going to hunt wild boars, Qin Youtian immediately called over three people, saying that as long as they followed Grandpa Cheng to dig the pit, they would get full marks for today's work.

The three of them then happily went home to get shovels and other tools, and followed Fang Yuan.

As you venture deeper into the mountains, the road becomes increasingly rugged.

At this time, most of the mountains are undeveloped mountainous areas, desolate wilderness. There are no main roads leading up the mountains, only small paths. Without a local guide, one might be able to get in but not out.

Fang Yuan, who was going into the mountains for the first time, did not feel too tired. Since his transmigration, he had realized that not only was his alcohol tolerance extraordinary, but his physical fitness was also exceptionally strong.

He looked curiously at the ancient, vigorous pines beside him, their bark cracked like dragon scales, each line etched with the marks of time and hardship.

Fang Yuan stroked them, feeling only regret, wondering how much longer they could live.

In addition, they would occasionally find some Chinese herbal medicines under their feet that he couldn't name. Whenever Grandpa Cheng saw them, he would pick them and put them into the bamboo basket on his back.

"Take quiet steps."

Fang Yuan looked in the direction Old Man Cheng pointed. There were many messy claw marks in the bushes, which looked like the tracks of pheasants and rabbits. There were also some other messy marks that he couldn't make out.

"These are wild boar hoof prints. Let's dig a hole right here."

Old Man Cheng parted the weeds, circled the mark on the ground, and after a few careful glances, he confirmed that this was the target they were looking for today. He then told everyone to stay put and prepare to dig a pit.

Fang Yuan handed the strip of paper to Grandpa Cheng as a warning, and then joined the digging team.

His initiative to join them motivated the other three to work even harder.

What surprised them even more was that this young cadre from the city was also a very capable worker.

As they dug, their speed began to surpass that of the others.

Grandpa Cheng watched Fang Yuan working diligently behind him and nodded in approval.

When did this young cadre come to Hongxing Steel Plant? He's quite a promising talent.

It took four people nearly two hours to dig one hole.

This is because spikes were placed at the bottom of the pit, so they didn't need to dig too deep. Otherwise, they could have just finished digging one pit and gone home today.

"Thank you, Officer Fang."

The group took the cigarettes from Fang Yuan, expressing their gratitude repeatedly.

Of the two hours, Fang Yuan had the shortest rest time, which earned their sincere admiration.

That's how farmers are. If you, as an official, say nice things, they might accept it, but if you work better than them, then they'll truly respect you.

Fang Yuan smoked a cigarette, showing no airs of being a cadre or a college student. He joked and bantered with the others for a while, and then, at Old Master Cheng's urging, they set off again.

After repeating this process, a total of three holes were dug in one day.

"Okay, go back now. Starting today, come and take a walk around every morning and evening. If it works out, great; if not, forget it."

As the sun began to set, Old Man Cheng handed the strip of paper back to Fang Yuan and called for everyone to descend the mountain.

They say going up the mountain is easy, but coming down is hard; hanging up a broken firecracker can make you rest for three years.

On the way down the mountain, Fang Yuan didn't feel tired, but his crotch was chafing. It seemed that being too big was also inconvenient.

The next two days.

Fang Yuan spends his mornings wandering around Qin Family Village, lending a hand here and helping out there, thus fully integrating into this large community.

During this time, in order to prevent Qin Youtian from deceiving him, Fang Yuan often secretly visited the homes of the five households under investigation, especially during lunchtime. He noticed that most of them filled their stomachs with two black steamed buns, and he carefully noted this down in his notebook.

If there's anything he's not used to, it's that the coarse grains ground from corn cobs are a bit harsh on his throat. If he has the chance to come to Qin Family Village again, he'll definitely have to prepare more of this coarse grain.

That day, because Grandpa Cheng had gone to see a doctor in the afternoon, Fang Yuan had to carry his hunting rifle and knife alone, taking Da Huang into the mountains.

In the past few days, under the old man's guidance, he has shot at empty targets several times and can now be considered a skilled shooter.

At the same time, he also knew that the reason why Grandpa Cheng's words sometimes carried more weight than Qin Youtian's was because the old man actually had a skill in traditional Chinese medicine. Many people in the village would come to him for help in diagnosing minor ailments such as headaches and fevers.

Moreover, the old man never accepted medical fees and often used his own money to subsidize others.

As Fang Yuan walked along the mountain path, he kept hoping to catch a glimpse of a wild boar.

But that's how people are; they're most likely to be disappointed when they're full of hope.

But in moments of utter despair, hope may suddenly emerge.

After failing to find anything in the first two pits, a pig's squeal suddenly came from the last pit today.