Wang Zhong trotted all the way back home. The bamboo hat and raincoat he was wearing were of little use. He was already soaked to the skin when he went up to the roof of his second grandfather's house.

As soon as he entered the door, Wang Zhong untied his bamboo hat and raincoat and said: "The rain is coming down like a pouring water. I can't stop it for a while. Wait a moment..."

Halfway through his words, Wang Zhong noticed that there was someone else beside the stove.

"Han Meili? President Han?"

Wang Zhong was very surprised when he saw Han Meili.

"Secretary Wang!" Han Meili was sitting next to the stove, her hair was wet and simply tied into a ponytail, and her clothes were all made of ginger.

"Why are you here?" Wang Zhong took the towel handed over by Jiang Hongguo and wiped his face and head.

Han Meili said: "I came to your village specially to study!"

Jiang Hongguo said, "Look at how wet you are. If you have anything to do, we'll talk about it later. Go wash up first and change your clothes. Don't catch a cold."

"Yes, yes, it's getting cold now, but don't catch a cold." Han Meili also said quickly.

As we enter late autumn, it's okay if it doesn't rain. Once it rains, the weather starts to get cooler. Especially if it rains again, it's easy to catch a cold.

"Okay! I'll go wash up first!" Wang Zhong gave an awkward smile and said to Jiang Hongguo: "Make some ginger tea soup!"

"Stay with it!"

While talking, Jiang Hongguo had already rummaged through a set of clothes from the back room and brought them to Wang Zhong. Wang Zhong took the clothes and hurriedly got into the bathroom.

After a conversation at the dinner table, Wang Zhong learned that Han Meili came here specifically to learn from the experience because only Maixiang Village in Maixiangling District did not harvest early this year, and it was also the only village in the county that had a bumper harvest.

"There's nothing to learn from this. It's just luck. We just gritted our teeth and took a gamble. It's just good luck that we made the right bet." Wang Zhong explained.

"Take a gamble?" Han Meili was very surprised.

Wang Zhongdao: "The meteorological station said there will be rain in some areas, but it did not say everything. In addition, in recent decades, the microclimate in our Maixiangling area is different from that of the whole province. I made this decision after discussing with several presidents of the village.

The decision not to harvest early.”

"We thought, we are going to lose money anyway, it's just a question of how much, but the wheat in the field is growing so well, and we are looking at another good harvest year. If we just harvest like this, everyone will not be able to do it."

We were willing to give it a try. We thought about it and discussed it for several days, and finally decided to give it a try."

Han Meili said sincerely: "There are losses in harvesting early, but if you don't harvest in advance, the losses will be even greater if it is really hit by heavy rainstorms. You can make such a decision, and this kind of courage is not something ordinary people can have."

Wang Zhong asked: "By the way, how much did your village reduce production this year compared to last year?"

"About 30%!" Han Meili said with a look of regret and remorse: "When we harvested, it was when the wheat grains were ripe. Most of the wheat was not yet ripe, and many of them were just shriveled and empty shells. If

When it comes down to it, this 30% is even less.

Wang Zhongdao: "It's just an occasional reduction in production. It's no big deal. Summarizing experience, learning lessons, taking a longer-term view, wholeheartedly, and working together to improve production are better than anything else."

Han Meili nodded with deep approval and said: "As expected of Party Secretary Wang, he is awesome."

"It's time to eat."

Jiang Hongguo brought the cooked vegetable dumplings to the table and called to Han Meili: "President Han, you must be hungry since it's so late. Let's eat first."

"President Han, let's fill our stomachs first before we talk." Wang Zhong also smiled and said, "Let's talk slowly after we're full."

After dinner, it was still raining outside and dark, so they could not take Han Meili to visit the village. The two sat on the kang to discuss. For every question Han Meili asked, Wang Zhong could always answer a lot of simple and straightforward questions.

Bai's answer also gave vivid examples. After talking for more than an hour, Wang Zhong drank all the water in a jar. Jiang Hongguo helped Wang Zhong refill another jar. Only then did Han Meili realize the passage of time and the work was over.

conversation.

While the two were discussing, Jiang Hongguo had already packed up the wing and immediately led Han Chunmei to the wing.

At present, the only room in the house that can be occupied by people is the east wing. Fortunately, there are no books in the east wing. The books that Wang Zhong bought before, such as geographical journals, strange novels, etc., have been put into the box by Wang Zhong.

, not placed openly on the bookshelf.

Otherwise, Wang Zhong would really not dare to let Han Meili live in the east wing.

"Sister-in-law, the decoration of this wing of your house is really exquisite!" Han Meili curiously looked at the extremely exquisitely decorated east wing, her eyes full of light.

"There are also desks and bookshelves!"

"My boss usually doesn't have any hobbies. I just like to write a few words and read books. Every year, the couplets in the village during the New Year are written by my boss." Jiang Hongguo didn't think too much.

"These hangings on the wall were all written by Wang Zhi?" Han Meili curiously walked to the front of a set of words and read them from beginning to end.

"Yes, it's all written blindly by my boss." Jiang Hongguo said with a smile.

Han Meili's voice then sounded: "Qinyuanchun? Snow!"

"The scenery of the North, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow drifting, looking inside and outside the Great Wall, only..."

But as I was thinking about it, I stopped.

"The poem you recited is one of my favorite poems. It talks about having the world in mind, being majestic, swallowing thousands of miles like a tiger, etc. I am a farmer, so I don't understand it very well, and I don't remember it very clearly." Jiang Hongguo was a little confused.

Said awkwardly.

"The writing is really good, the lyrics are good, the words are nice, the words are good, and the words are beautiful." Han Chunmei also praised with a smile.

Jiang Hongguo said: "President Han, the bedding is here. If you are still missing anything, just say hello to me and don't see me outside. It's getting late, so I won't disturb your rest!"

"Sister-in-law, I'm really sorry to trouble you!" Han Meili said politely.

"The visitor is a guest. If you say this, you will be a foreigner!"

After exchanging pleasantries, Jiang Hongguo returned to the main room.

Han Meili held an oil lamp and looked at the poems and couplets hanging on the wall. Although Han Meili couldn't recognize more than half of the words, this did not prevent her from appreciating Wang Zhong's calligraphy that was both physical and spiritual.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! In the main room, Wang Zhong was telling a bedtime story to Ziping and Zian. The two little guys were lying side by side, listening intently. Jiang Hongguo smiled slightly.

, got into the bathroom.

At night, the two little guys were sleeping soundly. Jiang Hongguo's body was limp and she was lying on Wang Zhong's chest, breathing heavily. She was very tired.

"Keep your voice down, don't wake up Ziping and Zian." Wang Zhong's voice rang in his ears.

Jiang Hongguo raised her head angrily, rolled her eyes at usual, and whispered: "You still have the nerve to say it."

Wang Zhong chuckled and said, "I'm thick-skinned, so there's nothing to be embarrassed about."

Jiang Hongguo was immediately speechless by this sentence and didn't know how to refute it.

"By the way, there have been a lot of things going on in the oil pressing workshop recently, and it will be autumn harvest and autumn sowing soon. I will have to work hard on you at home." Wang Zhong said with some emotion.

"Why are you so hard? There are just a few things at home. Don't worry, I can take care of them." Jiang Hongguo lay in Wang Zhong's arms and said with concern: "But you, you are as busy as a spinning top every day, and you never have time to rest.

You have to take care of yourself."

"It's okay. I'm in good health and energetic. Besides, I'm a doctor myself, so I know what's going on. You don't have to worry."

"No matter how good your health is, you can't withstand such constant torture."

Wang Chong smiled and did not answer. He was silent for a while, and then said: "I may not care about going into the mountains to hunt these days. After the autumn sowing is over and I am not so busy, I will go into the mountains to hunt some game and come back.

You and your sons can recuperate."

"Um!"

As the couple talked, their voices became lower and lower.

The next day, Wang Zhong handed Han Meili to Ma Renlian to entertain him, and then went to the oil pressing workshop and watched the villagers working.

The autumn harvest will come soon.

"President Niu, where is the president's wife?" The villagers gathered in the field, holding various tools in their hands. Xiao Zhuan was a person who just watched the excitement and didn't take it too seriously. When he saw Niu Daring coming over alone, Qiao Yue was nowhere to be seen.

He immediately asked six questions.

"Madam president, don't talk nonsense!" Niu boldly scolded.

"Ouch, President Niu, you are so humble with us..."

"Xiao Zhuan!" As soon as Xiao Zhuan's sarcastic words came out, he was interrupted by Ma Renlian: "Bold wife is not feeling well and has already asked for leave from me. Don't be so sarcastic here. If you have this skill, you might as well break up with me more."

A few bags of rice."

"Village Chief, I was just joking with Brother Daring." Xiao Zhuan explained.

Niu Dandao also helped explain, and Ma Renlian had no intention of pursuing it.

"Okay, everyone is here, don't delay, let's start quickly and finish the work early." Ma Renlian said.

"okay!"

Niu Bingdao looked at everyone, his old face a little confused, but he still gave the order loudly: "Everyone gets to your place and start working."

Niu boldly gave the order, and all the members of the village east club started to move.

Although Ma Renlian is the village chief, he must obey Niu Budao's management in terms of production, without exception.

The work point system in Maixiang Village is a bit complicated. In addition to attendance, it also depends on work efficiency. When cultivating the land, there is a scoring method for farming. There is also a scoring method for harvesting. When working in the oil pressing workshop,

There is also a set of scoring rules that vary depending on the division of labor.

The two large cooperatives in the east and west of the village are divided into eight groups. The group leaders change every quarter. While working, they are responsible for counting the attendance rate and work efficiency of the group members. Finally, they are summarized to the two presidents, and then the two commune leaders

The chief reported to the village chief Ma Renlian.
To be continued...