Era space: flirting with tens of billions of materials

The donkey cart was really not big, barely big enough for three girls to sit on it.

Su Yuncheng put Xie Yufei's backpack in the car, held his arm and said to the old party secretary, "He and I don't need to take the car."

Xie Yufei nodded quickly: "Yes, yes, I can leave."

He looked at the skinny donkey and it didn't look like it could support another person. If someone else's donkey was exhausted, it would be a big sin for him.

The old branch secretary looked at Xie Yufei, then at the donkey cart, and smiled a little awkwardly: "I'm sorry, this is the only donkey cart in the village, so... how about you two wait here for a while, and I'll send a few girls away Will I come back to pick you up again?"

How could Su Yuncheng trust them to enter the village?

He pulled Xie Yufei again and said, "No, I can really walk."

Xie Yufei was not at ease and nodded vigorously: "Yes, yes, I can walk."

He had personally experienced what happened to the Victory Brigade. Even if they were exhausted, they couldn't let them in by themselves.

The old party secretary didn't think too much and greeted the young man in front: "Moowa, hurry up and drive the car." He himself went to the other side of Xie Yufei and held his other arm.

The speed of the donkey cart is really about the same speed as a person walking, and Xie Yufei has no trouble keeping up.

Wen Lan asked him: "How about you come up and sit for a while? I can leave."

Xie Yufei shook his head decisively: "No!"

This is the dignity of men!

He has to go on even if he is exhausted!

Lin Nianhe rested for a while and finally recovered a little. She looked at the vegetation that looked very similar to the captain's hair and asked, "Secretary, do we have any plans to plant trees here?"

There are no mountains too high here. They walked for most of the day, going up and down.

But this kind of landform is really scary to see - those bare rocks, no matter how you look at them, they are areas at high risk of mudslides.

"Yes, but there is no one to plant them, and the crops are difficult to grow. How can we plant trees?"

The old branch secretary sighed.

Planting trees is not just about inserting saplings into the soil. In a place like theirs, growing a tree requires no less effort than growing crops.

But you can harvest food by planting crops, but what can you harvest by planting trees?

They don’t even have enough to eat, so why don’t you mention the ecological environment to them?

After Lin Nianhe left for the day, he already had a basic understanding of this land. She did not do the stupid thing of "why not eat minced meat", but directly asked the old party secretary what he was most concerned about: "I heard that the Red Flag Brigade has long been interested in drilling wells. Have you asked a prospector to come and see it? Are there the conditions for drilling a well? ?”

No matter where it is, a well cannot be dug just by digging a hole. Even for deeper wells, it is necessary to explore whether there are underground water sources and water quality conditions in advance.

The old party secretary's eyes lit up when he heard the word "well". He nodded repeatedly: "I've looked for it. The technician from the commune came to see it and said it can be drilled."

He looked at Lin Nianhe expectantly and said, "There are eight hundred and thirty yuan in the village's account."

That cautious look seems to be saying: We also have some money, you don’t need to pay it all.

Lin Nianhe unconsciously lowered his tone and said, "Don't worry, no matter how much money it costs, this well will definitely be drilled."

There were tears in the eyes of the old branch secretary.

When he was young, there was still water in the well in the village.

Later, the water became less and less, and they had no choice but to pull water up from the bottom of the mountain.

Later, an educated youth said that a motorized well could be dug. If the motorized well was deeper, there would still be water.

They began to save money and worked hard to save money.

But they have no money. Farmers who rely on the sky for food cannot even make ends meet by harvesting grain from the fields. How can they save money?

His biggest wish in his life is to build an engine-driven well in the village before he dies, so that the younger generations can drink large amounts of water.

Today, Mo Wa suddenly came to him and said that he met some city people on the road and wanted to dig a well for them. The old party secretary couldn't believe that such a good thing would fall from the sky, but he came anyway - what if it was true?

Even if there is only one chance in ten million, he is not willing to give up.

Now, the gray-faced city girl said that no matter how much money it cost, the well would definitely be drilled.

The old party secretary turned his back, wiped his eyes, and said, "You haven't heard of Xintianyou, have you? Let me sing a piece for you?"

Moo Wa, who was pulling the donkey in front, laughed when he heard this. He turned around and said to them, "The old party secretary is the best at singing Xintianyou. I usually can't hear him open his voice!"

The old party secretary cleared his throat, and before they could politely refuse, he sang with great enthusiasm:

"Hi, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey,

Sheep belly and hand towel,

Three streaks of blue..."

He was like an honest man who suddenly received an important guest, and gave him all the hospitality he could.

The loud and rough voice echoed in the valley, and the northern Shaanxi songs with tenacious vitality lingered for a long time, as if they wanted to tell the world that even if they were in the worst environment, they had never been crushed.

Xie Yufei turned his head and looked at the old party secretary, and felt that his legs had a little more strength.

After singing the song, the three girls on the donkey cart applauded vigorously. Although two-thirds of them did not understand what the old branch secretary meant, it did not prevent them from feeling the vigorous vitality in it.

The old party secretary was a little embarrassed, wiped his face and said, "I am getting older and I am running out of energy."

"That sounds great." Lin Nianhe said, "You are the most versatile branch secretary I have ever seen."

The old party secretary thinks that these city girls are quite nice and not pretentious.

He asked: "Have you ever been to the countryside?"

"We went to the countryside in the Northeast."

"What a great place." The old party secretary sighed and asked, "Have all the educated youths in your area returned to the city?"

"Yes...are there any educated youth here who haven't returned to the city?"

All of them were a little confused.

Nowadays, not only the educated youth who have gone to college can return to the city, but basically all the educated youth have returned to the city.

"Yes, there are quite a few of us." When the old party secretary mentioned this, he was both sad and happy, "They...well, it was us who delayed them."

Before Lin Nianhe and the others had time to ask, Mo Wa in front said, "We're here!"

They subconsciously turned around and saw a cave dwelling.

The yellow mud-colored houses blend in with the mountains and land.

Many people gathered around the entrance of the village, standing on their feet and looking around.

"Come on, let's go to the team headquarters and eat first." The old party secretary waved to the crowd, "Here come some aunts and help the girl down. They haven't walked such a long way."

Several stout aunts immediately walked out of the crowd, came to the donkey cart, and lifted the three girls out of the cart like little chickens.

Lin Nianhe and Wang Shumei both took a very open view of this kind of thing.

Back in the Shili Brigade, wasn't that how Wen Lan carried them?

But Wen Lan wasn't used to it, so she waved her hand: "I can walk! I really can walk!"

Auntie doesn’t believe it, I really don’t believe it.

Sister Lan felt that all her fame was buried in the Red Flag Brigade.