Great Power Reclamation

After leaving the house, Yang Geyong turned around and showed off to Ye Yuze:

"How is it? Brother, you are domineering, right? When dealing with people like them, you have to scold them until they are subdued, scold them miserably, and scold them until they can't take care of themselves."

Ye Yuze nodded quickly: "Brother Yang is so domineering!"

Yang Geyong laughed loudly, and then asked in confusion:
"We have so much land in China, and our northern border alone produces so much grain every year, why do we still import it?"

Ye Yuze smiled bitterly, took a puff of cigarette, and then narrowed his eyes.

"Old Yang, our farm is selling a lot of food now. Don't you find any difference from back home?"

Yang Geyong lowered his head and thought for a while, then raised his head suddenly:

"You mean high output and low cost? Although our cost and output in Junken City cannot be compared with here, they are not that different, right? At least it is cheaper than their transportation over there."

Ye Yuze shook his head: "You only saw the military reclamation city, but have you ever thought about the inland?"

"Although China is an agricultural country, it has long been a small-scale peasant economy, with each household as the unit, and each person owning a few acres or a few mu of land. Although we have a lot of land in the northern border, each person only owns 60 acres. But what about here?"

Yang Geyong fell silent, not knowing what to say, but feeling heavy in his heart.

Ye Yuze flicked out the cigarette butt and stretched lazily:
"Although the cultivated land area is vast, the per capita cultivated land area is relatively small due to factors such as the large population, geographical location, urbanization process, and resources and environment."

"Further expansion of cultivated land faces many restrictions. At the same time, domestic demand for grain is strong, especially the demand for feed grain is growing rapidly."

"For example, as residents' living standards improve, meat consumption increases, and the development of the livestock industry has greatly increased the demand for feed raw materials such as soybean meal, and soybeans are the main raw material for feed."

"China's soybean cultivation faces problems such as high labor input and low yields. Domestic production cannot meet demand and requires large-scale imports."

Yang Geyong frowned and asked unconvincedly:
"Then there's no way we can catch up with them?"

Ye Yuze shook his head: "It's difficult, unless we completely take the path of urbanization, concentrate the land, and open a farm like ours."

"But this will inevitably result in a large number of people needing to be resettled, and our current economy is definitely not able to afford this."

Yang Geyong stopped talking and walked forward, kicking a stone along the way, feeling depressed.

Ye Yuze patted his shoulder and said, "Don't be discouraged. If a generation can't solve a problem, then pass it on to the next generation, and they will also pass it on to the next generation."

"The small-scale peasant economy has fed us for thousands of years, and it certainly has its advantages. But with the development of the times, this model needs to change."

Yang Geyong finally cheered up. People of their generation were still patriotic. No matter where they went, they remembered that they were Chinese and the children of military settlers.

Before they reached the door of their house, they saw Yang Weihao stumbling towards them, followed by a large group of people.

The local dogs and cats we got two years ago have now multiplied into groups. Dogs are better, at least they are loyal, the only problem is that they cost more food.

But cats are hard to tame, especially the big orange and tabby Chinese rural cats, which are simply overlords.

Many have already started to flee and live a wandering life. Going home for a meal is a courtesy to you.

The consequence was that various birds, beasts and fish began to decrease significantly and became their food.

If it weren't for the fact that the big animals couldn't be defeated, there would probably be only cats and dogs left within the farm.

This gave the two of them a headache. After all, this place emphasizes harmonious coexistence between humans and animals. How come there are only three species left?
So Ye Yuze suddenly had an idea and came up with a solution, which was to claim the cats and dogs. After all, Americans like these cats and dogs from China very much.

So starting from the children, as long as you like, you can come here to adopt a cat for $20. As for cats and dogs, you can choose them yourself.

Of course, if you like the hustle and bustle, there is no restriction on raising more.

As for the $20, it is not sold to you, but is the money for raising the farm animals sponsored by you, and you will also be given a certificate.

Yang Geyong picked up his son who was running towards him. He had quite a few sons, but this was the first one who was so attached to him.

After leaving Ayijiang, Yang Geyong had never taken care of the children properly, mainly because the children were afraid of him.

Ye Yuze looked at Yang Weihao with some pity, wondering if this child would still stick to his father when he grew up and started training.

Yang Hua was sitting on a long chair, holding a big orange dog. Her blue eyes were full of compassion.

The grumpy big orange cat was as obedient as a toy on her lap and wouldn't move no matter how she fiddled with it.

Yang Weihao was held high by his father Yang Geyong. His chubby little hands tightly hugged his father's neck, and his red little face was covered with sweat.

"Dad, Xiaohua is telling the kitten a story again!" He said in a baby voice, his eyes sparkling as if hiding two little stars.

Yang Geyong smiled and scratched his son's nose: "Really? Do you understand?"

"Yes! I even helped my sister feed the kitten!"

Yang Weihao raised his head proudly, his chest held high. This two-year-old boy is lively and cheerful, like a little sun, always bringing happiness to those around him.

Not far away, Yang Hua was sitting quietly on a bench, the big orange cat in her arms dozing lazily.

She is also two years old this year, only a few months younger than Yang Weihao, with long, smooth hair and a pair of blue eyes as clear as lake water.

Different from Yang Weihao's liveliness, Yang Hua is introverted and quiet, always with a hint of sadness, as if she has something hidden deep in her heart.

Zhou Nian'an was squatting beside Yang Hua and talking about something. When he saw Yang Geyong and Yang Weihao coming, he stood up and greeted them: "Uncle Yang, you are back."

"Well, thank you for taking care of Xiaohua and Haohao again today." Yang Geyong said gratefully.

"It's not a problem. Xiaohua is very sensible. She even helps me teach the children to recognize cats and dogs." Zhou Nian'an said with a smile.

Yang Hua gently put the big orange cat down in her arms, walked to Yang Weihao, and gently touched his head:
"Brother, do you want to see the newborn kittens? The mother cat gave birth to three more yesterday."

"I want to!" Yang Weihao jumped from his father's arms excitedly, took Yang Hua's hand and ran towards the cattery.

Looking at the two people's backs as they walked away, Yang Geyong couldn't help but smile with relief.

Since Linda's death, the daughter has been silent and doesn't act like a child at all.

Even though Zheng Qian was very nice to her, she couldn't make her smile.

At least there is Yang Weihao's closest friend. Although she doesn't talk much, she is very patient with her brother and always takes good care of him. I don't know who is older between the two of them?
In the cattery, several newborn kittens curled up beside their mother cat, their pink little bodies with their eyes still closed.

Yang Weihao squatted aside, looking at these little lives curiously, and said in a low voice:
"Sister, they are so small, when will they grow up?"

"After about a month, they can walk and eat."

Yang Hua explained softly while counting on her fingers, her eyes full of tenderness. She picked up the bottle and carefully fed a relatively thin kitten, her movements gentle and skilled.

Yang Weihao also wanted to learn, so Yang Hua taught him step by step: "You should gently lift the kitten's head, and don't use too much force, otherwise it will hurt them."

"Got it!" Yang Weihao nodded seriously and learned in an imitative manner.

Although he was clumsy at first, he gradually mastered the key points under Yang Hua's guidance.

Seeing Yang Weihao's serious look, Yang Hua couldn't help but smile. This was a smile from the heart, pure and beautiful.

Although she was young and didn't know anything about her mother, she became sensitive and introverted since her mother disappeared and dared not interact with others.

But Yang Weihao's innocence can always easily melt the ice in her heart and make her happy.

"Sister, when they grow up, I will give them names!"

Yang Weihao suddenly said, "This one is called Qiuqiu, that one is called Maomao, and this one is called

He tilted his head and thought for a while, "Let's call her Xiaohua! The same name as yours!"

Yang Hua was slightly startled, then she laughed. From childhood to adulthood, no one had ever named their most beloved animal after her.

"Brother, will you really love me like a kitten?"

Yang Weihao nodded firmly.

"Okay." She replied softly, leaning forward and touching her brother's face. "Then call me Xiaohua."

Yang Hua takes very good care of the animals, which doesn't seem like a child of her age at all.

Although she is young, she is thoughtful and responsible in her work.

Especially when it comes to adopting cats and dogs, she always patiently explains the precautions to those who come to adopt, and thoughtfully prepares the relevant supplies.

Once, a little boy was crying because his adopted kitten was sick. Yang Hua took the kitten to the veterinarian without saying a word.

She comforted the little boy and said, "Don't worry, Sister Xiaohua will take good care of it."

From then on, every time the little boy came to the farm, he would look for Yang Hua and affectionately call her "Sister Xiaohua." In fact, the boy was several years older than her.

Yang Weihao follows Yang Hua like a little follower all day long.

He and Yang Hua both like to listen to stories. Whether it is fairy tales or interesting things on the farm, they listen with great interest.

Of course, Ye Yuze was the one who told the stories. Sometimes, Ye Yuze would take them to the orchard on the farm to pick fruits and teach them about various plants.

"Brother, look, this is an apple tree, and this is a pear tree."

Yang Hua pointed to the fruits on the tree and patiently explained, "When the fruits are ripe, we can pick them and eat them."

"Then I will pick the biggest and reddest apples for my dad and sister Mei to eat!" Yang Weihao stood on tiptoe, trying hard to reach the apples on the tree.

Seeing her brother trying hard to pick apples, Yang Hua felt a warm feeling in her heart.

She doesn't have such complicated thoughts now, but she understands that her brother is really good to her, so she is very happy.

However, Yang Hua always has a secret deep in her heart: her mother is missing.

This incident made her feel very insecure, but she never mentioned it to anyone and buried it deep in her heart.

Until one day, Yang Weihao suddenly woke up crying in his sleep.

Yang Hua hurried over, hugged him in her arms and comforted him softly: "Don't be afraid, brother, Xiao Hua is here."

"I dreamed that my parents disappeared." Yang Weihao sobbed, "I was so scared."

Yang Hua's body stiffened slightly, as if the softest part of her heart was touched. She hugged Yang Weihao tightly, her voice trembling:
"No, Haohao, mom and dad will always be by your side. Even if they are gone one day, Xiaohuaer will always be with you and protect you."

At that moment, Yang Weihao seemed to feel the pain in Yang Hua's heart. He raised his little hand and wiped away the tears on Yang Hua's face:

"Don't cry, sister. I will protect you too!"

This sentence completely broke Yang Hua's defense. She hugged Yang Weihao tightly, tears flowing uncontrollably.

Children of this age may not understand anything, but sometimes fragments of life will be engraved in their hearts, causing hurt and fear.

Solving this kind of thing is to release all the grievances and pain in your heart. But adults can't communicate with them.

On the contrary, interaction between children is the best way to solve the problem.

From then on, Yang Hua gradually had a smile on her face, and she especially liked to be with her brother.

Although this brother is not as good as her in life and she has to help him do many things, she is willing to do it.

Yang Geyong doesn't know how to take care of children, and Zheng Qian has now gone to Hong Kong Island where business is busy, so Zheng Nannan has no time to take care of her affairs.

So, even though he was reluctant to leave this home, he had to go. After all, for such a woman who had suffered so much, money was the most important thing.

Therefore, Yang Weihao and Xiao Huaer became partners, and the dependence between them can not be replaced by anyone.

Yang Hua became more and more cheerful and no longer as taciturn as before; and under Yang Hua's influence, Yang Weihao became more sensible and considerate.

Watching the children grow up day by day, Yang Geyong and Ye Yuze feel extremely gratified.

This once challenging farm has now become a home full of love and warmth, where everyone has found their place.

With the rotation of waves of young people in the Military Reclamation City, Ye Yuze and his team achieved their goal.

As the sun sets, its afterglow shines on every corner of the farm. Yang Weihao and Yang Hua, two little men, hold hands and run along the path in the field.

In the distance, groups of cats and dogs were playing on the grass. Everything was so peaceful and beautiful.

At this moment, it seems as if time has stopped, leaving only happiness and warmth.

Yang Geyong couldn't help but sigh: "Why do I feel like I'm in Junken City?"

Ye Yuze smiled: "In fact, the concept of home is very vague. Some say it is a place, some say it is a person. I think that home is the place that makes you most comfortable."

The phone rang. It was Ye Mao calling. Last time, he came to the United States with a delegation for exchanges and visits, and he also visited his father.

Now I have returned to work, and I have expressed my determination. I can quit, but I must do something when I leave. (End of this chapter)