After saving myself at the beginning, my whole family left the plot

"It's qualified. I checked it just now. It's much better than plowing with oxen. There's not a single big dirt, and the plow is very deep. It's very qualified!"

As soon as Xiao Jun finished speaking, the captain was eager to praise Xiao Jun, hoping that Xiao Jun would help plow more land when he was happy.

"Just pass."

Xiao Jun walked around to the back of the plow to check the condition of the iron teeth and rollers. Except for normal scratches, there was no problem.

Xiao Jun looked at Lin Jinxing happily, "I succeeded."

Lin Jinxing applauded respectfully: "Great! What should we do next?"

"I know the secretary of the commune. I want to hand over the plow machine through the secretary of the commune and the director of the machinery factory."

Lin Jinxing hesitated and said, "That's fine."

Lin Jinxing didn't know what the result would be after Xiao Jun handed it in. Whether it was the director of the machinery factory and the secretary of the commune who directly swallowed the results, or whether they reported the results truthfully.

The plow machine was developed by Xiao Jun. He has the right to deal with his own research results, and Xiao Jun is not ignorant of children, so he must have considered all aspects clearly.

Even if he didn't consider everything comprehensively, at least he thought more comprehensively than Lin Jinxing. After all, Lin Jinxing was considered an outsider, and Xiao Jun, a local resident, must have a better understanding of the current social reality than Lin Jinxing.

The captain walked around behind Xiao Jun, anxiously wanting to talk to Xiao Jun, but he never found a chance to interrupt.

Xiao Jun asked winkingly, "Uncle Captain, do you have anything to say?"

The team leader rubbed his hands nervously, "Well, do you have time to help plow more land? Or can you lend us the plow machine for a day? We will produce the oil ourselves.

We don't borrow it for nothing, we killed two wild boars yesterday, and we can give you half of them, which is the cost of borrowing the plow machine. "

Xiao Jun didn't care and said: "I can borrow it, I don't want wild boars, you just prepare diesel oil yourself, you spread the manure first, and then plow the land after I contact the commune secretary.

The secretary may want to watch the process of the plow machine plowing the field. If you finish plowing the field first, I will go to another brigade to find land. "

"Okay, okay, let's scatter the manure first, don't be in a hurry." The team leader got an accurate answer and left with a smile. He wanted to share the good news and prepare the diesel for plowing.

It was still early, Xiao Jun drove the plow machine to Grandpa Lin Jinxing's house, and then rode his bicycle to the commune.

The plow machine made a lot of noise in the brigade. Except for those who were called by the brigade leader to scatter dung, the rest gathered at Lin Wenyuan's house to look at the plow machine, and they didn't leave until they were about to eat lunch.

Grandparents were so tired that they didn't want to cook, and wanted to cook some corn mush to make do with. Lin Jinxing resisted their decision with practical actions.

First, I boiled a pot of soup, then dug out a bowl of white noodles, stirred it casually and threw it into the pot, and cooked a big pot of pimple soup. I didn’t cook for a long time, and I accidentally made too much.

Just after eating, Xiao Jun brought the secretary of the commune and the director of the machinery factory over, accompanied by a photographer with a camera on his back, and some other staff members.

The group didn't exchange much greetings, and asked Xiao Jun to plow a piece of land with a plow to see the effect, took a few photos, and then left in a hurry.

Before dinner, everyone heard that the secretary of the commune had come and took photos, and they all gathered at Lin Wenyuan's house to look at the plow machine.

Before watching for a while, someone came here in a hurry to find the captain.

The one who ran in the front was a child, who didn't know how to cover up.