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He Zhou Listening to the women gossiping in the room, I quietly went to the back hill.
I untied my trousers, and the fierce water stream hit the soil, feeling a sense of relief in my heart.
Further up the road is a large open space, which is also used by the villagers for sun-drying grains.
A middle-aged man in his fifties, with a weathered face, is squatting under a stack of grass to keep cool. He holds a straw hat in his left hand, lazily fanning himself, and a bamboo pole in his right hand, idly shooing away sparrows.
"Uncle You," He Zhou quickly walks up the slope and hands him a cigarette.
The old man's expression of deep resentment instantly softened, and he grinned, "So it's you, Tongwei. What brings you here?"
He Zhou lit a cigarette for the other party, then lit one for himself, flicked away the match, and took a couple of puffs.
He had his left hand in his pocket, holding a cigarette in his right hand, with a carefree and casual air. He smiled and said, "Here, have some sun-dried grain."
"Since when do officials do farm work?" The old man smiled, "You, now, have a good job. Your mother will have a comfortable life from now on."
Qi Tongwei became a high-ranking official in the city, but he didn't put on airs and remained friendly. This made the old man feel genuinely comfortable, like drinking a cold drink on a hot day. "Everyone's days will get better," He Zhou said after some thought.
He came out during this event because he wanted to investigate whether this village in the mountains could develop any industry and find a way for his hometown. Engaging in agriculture in this village is almost certain to be a dead end.
This is a hilly region with very poor land. No matter what crops are grown, the yield is much lower compared to the outside world, and even providing food for the villagers is a big problem.
Before the implementation of the household responsibility system, the village occasionally provided relief and assistance. After the land was distributed to households, the grain yield did increase to a certain extent. However, with the increase in newborns and population, the villagers who were gradually becoming prosperous quickly fell into extreme poverty.
As for the development of the aquaculture industry, it is also very difficult to make progress.
Raising pigs, chickens, and ducks for personal use and increasing household income slightly is not a problem. However, if one wants to engage in large-scale aquaculture to become wealthy, the difficulty is very great.
The core issues are twofold, one is the feed problem, and the other is the issue of disease prevention and control. Especially the latter, not to mention now, even before He Zhou crossed over, an outbreak of African swine fever had caused many countries to be embarrassed.
It seems that the way out still lies in attracting investment. If we cannot bring in external funds, then this mountainous region will remain lifeless, with no change at all.
And Attracting investment, some businessmen may consider the position under his butt, give a little face, and be willing to open a small factory here.
But before that, he still has to solve the transportation problem for people. If a thoroughfare is not built, the losing business won't last long for others either.
This matter may require Gao Yuliang to come forward and report the situation to the provincial transportation department. Given He Zhou's level, it is very likely that the provincial transportation department will not take him seriously, let alone provide real financial assistance to help a small village in the mountains develop its economy.
After wandering in the mountains for a while, He Zhou suddenly noticed the sky darkening, with strong winds blowing and heavy dark clouds rolling in.
"It's going to rain, let's wrap things up quickly!!"
The whole village suddenly became chaotic, with all kinds of shouting and cursing filling the air.
He Zhou saw many people in a panic, pushing their single-wheeled carts barefoot, grabbing brooms, pockets, and other tools haphazardly, and rushing towards the halfway up the mountain sun-dried grain field.
For farmers, the rush to harvest and sun-dry the grain is the biggest event of the year.
In case the millet is drenched in rain, for many people, it is no different from a disaster. It is very likely that half a year of hard work and investment will be in vain, and the family will directly fall into bankruptcy.
Since He Zhou graduated and got a stable job, he specifically instructed his elderly mother, who is not agile, not to work in the fields. Instead, she just grows some vegetables around the house and raises a few old hens.
So He Zhou's family doesn't have any millet to dry, but that doesn't mean he can just stand by and do nothing.
As the strong wind blew up the dust, He Zhou went straight into the crowd, rolled up his sleeves, and started to help.
He simply and neatly tied the rope around the sack filled with millet, then with a strong effort, he picked up the sack filled with rice, weighing over a hundred or nearly two hundred catties, like a pillow, and quickly placed it on the cart, repeating the process over and over.
When the pale lightning streaked across the sky, the muffled thunder exploded, and the rain and wind suddenly intensified, each family hid under the eaves, wiping the sweat from their bodies, each glad to have finished harvesting before the pouring rain.
He Zhou said a few words to everyone, then he tore off his sweat-soaked vest, revealing his strong physique.
Just as he was about to rush into the rain while it was easing up, Gao Xiaoqin held up his pants with one hand and held an umbrella with the other, walking towards him step by step from a distance.
"Goodbye."
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