Bringing space back to the 1970s to develop rural areas

It was not known whether it was because Li Hongqing's helpers in the Qingshan Brigade died too quickly and there was no time to replenish them, or because of some other reason they stopped.

More than a month has passed since then, and no one has come to cause trouble. Life has been a bit quiet, but also a bit busy.

He went up the mountain to dig herbs and make medicine every day, and openly sought medical advice from Grandma Ma. Occasionally, he would drop by the village committee office and leave them a few packets of prepared heat-clearing and fire-removing herbal tea.

This is to help calm down the team leader who was so angry about the Youth League Institute some time ago that he was extremely angry.

Since he picked some green herbs from the roadside and the mountains, he would boil a big pot of them and add some sugar at noon every day. In the afternoon, he would ask the Chen brothers to deliver them to the fields to help the villagers cool down before going to work.

More and more children came to secretly send her Chinese herbal medicine, and they would just throw it in front of her door and run away, regardless of what it was.

Once, when she just opened the door and was about to go out, a ball of dirt came towards her and hit her.

When she took a closer look, she was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. It was a ginseng seedling with roots and soil. She could only turn back and throw the ginseng seedling into the space for the rice plant to grow.

She also discovered that Xiaodao had been in a bad mood recently. In addition to making medicine and collecting grain herself, she also urged him to find more medicinal materials and find a way to get the grain in the space out in case of emergency.

Even Yang Qingdai was infected by its eagerness to work day and night.

She accepted all the medicines sent by the children in the village and threw them all into the space for Xiaodao. While Yang Ziling was at Uncle Ma's place, she smuggled the finished medicines out of the space, threw the semi-finished medicinal materials in, and followed the people into the space.

"Xiaodao, what's wrong with you recently?" It seemed like he was preparing for some big event.

Yang Qingdai was in a very good mood, looking at the yellow rice, the corn cobs not much smaller than her forearm, the big winter melons and pumpkins in the fields, the cucumbers and loofahs hanging on the racks, and the fruits hanging from the branches.

After not coming in for many days, the diligent Xiaodao built a few warehouses, each of which was filled to the brim with supplies. If you didn't know, you would think they were war supplies.

Xiaodao pointed at her nose and started talking in a rush, "Yang Qingdai, you're such a spendthrift woman, you're just hanging around here all day, why don't you find a way to get these things out?

When I need it in the future, I'll see how you get it out. Or do you want to just turn food and fruits out of thin air?

Then you will be taken to the research lab and cut into pieces for research."

Yang Qingdai: ...

Did I offend it in any way?

Or maybe the weather in July is too hot, even the little rice in the space is affected by the high temperature outside.

Feeling that his request was pointless, he left the space in shame and moved some rice, wheat and other food into his own "granary".

The more people can be moved, the better. After all, we still need to "subsidize" the elderly in the cowshed on a daily basis.

Fortunately, Yang Ziling was smart enough not to ask about the occasional appearance of food, fresh fruits and vegetables in her own "granary", and she would even help her cover it up in front of the Chen brothers.

Yang Qingdai, squatting in front of the stove, reflected on Xiaodao's words. She realized that except for being busy in the morning, she was very free at other times.

In the afternoon, Yang Ziling took her to practice calligraphy and listened to all kinds of math, physics and chemistry knowledge given by Xie Qiyun. However, as she was not good at science, she was confused by what he said.

Yes, I was taught by Yang Ziling.

As a poor student, she was beaten beyond recognition by the top student who was three years younger than her.

Yang Ziling had to explain the more difficult math problems patiently and repeatedly before she could understand them.

Covering her face, no wonder Xiaodao repeatedly disliked her IQ.

You can’t blame her!

She was traveling through time and space, or through a book. It wasn't like she took out Marie Curie's or Einstein's brain and replaced it with her own. How could she suddenly become smart?

She was thinking that once the child had learned 50% or 60% of Kung Fu from the master, she would send him to Grandpa Lu's place. The child was staying with her now, and it seemed that there was no good way out for him.

He is particularly interested in knowledge related to aerospace and navigation, and it seems that Grandpa Lu has a related research institute.

I didn't make it to the last Dragon Boat Festival, but a few days ago Grandma Mo called and asked when she could take Yang Ziling over to meet people.

He got down to work right away, fetched paper and pen from the study, sat in the kitchen, wrote and drew while watching the fire.

A few days ago, when the children heard her talking about the various pastries in Guangzhou, their mouths were watering.

Since I didn’t want to go out today, I just steamed some brown sugar Mala cake and ginger cake for Yang Ziling and the others at home.

Anyway, they can't tell the coconut milk and water chestnut powder in the ginger cake, so they just roll up their sleeves and get to work.

"Dingling bell~Dingling bell~"

As soon as the lid was lifted from the pot, the small bell rang.

I looked at my watch. It was past 11 o'clock?

The bell for the end of work hasn't rung yet. Who has time to come here at this time?

"Hello, is this Comrade Yang Qingdai's home?"

He was wearing a military uniform and immediately saluted when he saw Yang Qingdai opening the door.

"I am, come on in if you have anything to say."

The Dragon people naturally have a liking for soldiers.

Standing under the scorching sun at noon, looking exhausted and dusty, anyone would feel sad when seeing him.

The visitor hesitated at the door for a long time before finally following in.

She politely poured the soldier a cup of cooling tea and a cup of boiled water.

The soldier stood tall and straight. For some reason, Yang Qingdai felt that he was a little embarrassed and didn't know how to start the conversation.

She wasn't so confident that she thought anyone would blush and feel embarrassed when they saw her.

"Comrade, what do you want to talk to me about?"

The soldier seemed to have made up his mind before speaking: "Comrade Yang Qingdai, it's like this. Our old squad leader said you have medicine here, and it's very effective. If we need it, we can come to you to buy it. Your home address is the one he left for us."

Old squad leader?

Yang Qingdai gave him a suspicious look.

She knew quite a few soldiers, but it seemed like she had never heard of who the squad leader was.

"Su Mo, squad leader Su."

The soldier filled in the name and added, "He said if I mention his name here, I can get an IOU to buy medicine."

Yang Qingdai: ...

Su Heitan, right?

good, very good, excellent.

From now on, anyone who comes to buy medicine under his name will have the bill charged to him.

Grandma Mo seemed to have mentioned that he had a lot of allowances, so next time they met, if she didn't spend all his wife's money, she would change his name to Su Bai.

"Where are you from?" Yang Qingdai was a little curious about where Su Mo had been the class monitor before.

The soldier just vaguely said: "The old squad leader was transferred from the northern military region to the south."

Okay, it’s probably some confidential unit.

Let's get back to the point. "What medicine do you want? I only have the usual emergency medicines for hemostasis, trauma, burns, and common gastrointestinal diseases.

They are all Chinese medicines. All the Western medicines were taken away by Su Mo and his friends."

"That's enough, that's enough." The soldier nodded frantically.

These medicines are sufficient for the injuries they suffered during training and patrolling.

"Um, Comrade Yang Qingdai, can we all write IOUs?"