60s: I have a store

Chapter 432 Reward Tractor

Zhou Xuqiang was even more exaggerated, as if the person being praised was himself.

"This is my nephew!"

He showed off to the people around him. When they heard it, they could not have imagined that this ordinary-looking man could have such an outstanding nephew!
People in the same village expressed envy and wondered why their families were not relatives of Zhou Yimin.

Then, Director Huang waved his hand and pointed to the gleaming tractor behind him: "To commend Comrade Zhou Yimin for his outstanding contribution.

The state decided to reward him with a tractor! This tractor is a powerful assistant in our agricultural production. With it, we can get twice the result with half the effort.

I hope that Comrade Zhou Yimin can continue to use his wisdom and talents to lead his fellow villagers to create more wealth and contribute to the development of the country! "

As soon as these words were spoken, the onlookers were shocked.

You have to know that tractors were very precious at that time. Although they were not as good as trucks, the difference was not too big.

Following Director Huang's announcement, the crowd went wild.

The children jumped and danced with excitement. Like nimble little monkeys, they squeezed towards the tractor desperately, wanting to take a closer look at this big guy, their eyes full of curiosity and desire.

The adults also gathered around, their eyes full of envy for the tractor, and their rough big hands gently stroked the body of the tractor.

The old Party secretary kept saying, "With this treasure, we can save a lot of effort in the future!"

An old man from a neighboring village squeezed in the crowd and smacked his lips and said with emotion: "This Zhou Yimin is really a lucky star for our area! We should learn from him and see if we can come up with some new ideas to make life better."

The young men around nodded in agreement, their eyes revealing thought and determination.

"Zhoujiazhuang has become rich! With this tractor, we don't need to use ox or donkey carts to pay taxes or transport things."

"Why is it that there are so many people in Shangshui Village, but there is no one as capable as Zhou Yimin!"

"Really? I feel like Zhou Yimin alone is worth an entire village, not five villages."

Amid the cheers of the crowd, Zhou Yimin took a deep breath, walked steadily up to the podium, and took the tractor key from Director Huang. The key sparkled with golden light under the sunlight, as if carrying heavy responsibilities and hopes.

He held the key tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force. He faced the villagers and said with a trembling but firm voice: "Thank you for the trust of the commune leaders, and the support of the villagers! I, Zhou Yimin, will definitely live up to everyone's expectations."

Although he did not attach much importance to tractors, in later generations, there were many cars that were better than tractors, so it was nothing surprising.

However, polite words still need to be said, otherwise it would be bad if others could find fault with you. It can also avoid a lot of trouble, so why not do it?

After Director Huang of the commune finished the award ceremony and exchanged cordial greetings with the villagers, they said goodbye and left.

Their figures gradually disappeared at the entrance of the village, but the liveliness of Zhoujiazhuang did not diminish at all.

The old Party branch secretary cleared his throat and shouted, "Listen, everyone. Today is a big day for Zhoujia Village. The commune has awarded our village Yimin such a big prize and a tractor as a reward. This is the honor of our entire village! To celebrate, let's all gather in the dining hall tonight, eat meat, and have fun!"

This shout made the already excited villagers cheer even more. The children jumped back home, eager to share the good news with their families, and kept asking if they could have a few more pieces of meat in the evening.

The adults also smiled and went home to prepare everything needed for the evening celebration. Some helped to move tables and stools to the dining hall, while others took the initiative to help in the kitchen, washing and cutting vegetables, and were very busy.

In the dining hall, several large iron pots were placed on an earthen stove. The flames were licking the bottom of the pots. The water in the pots had begun to boil, making a gurgling sound.

The aunts in charge of cooking, wearing aprons and rolled up their sleeves, were putting pieces of carefully selected pork with alternating fat and lean meat into the pot.

As soon as the pork was put into the pot, it was instantly covered by boiling water. After a while, the aroma of the meat rose with the steam and filled the entire dining hall.

"Oh, this smell is so delicious! I haven't smelled it in a long time." An old man sat aside, puffing on his pipe, taking a deep breath, his face full of intoxication.

"That's right. We have to thank Yimin. If it weren't for him, we wouldn't have this good fortune." The person next to him echoed.

As it got darker, villagers came to the dining hall one after another.

The dining hall was brightly lit. Several large tables were put together, filled with simple but steaming meals. In addition to the mouth-watering braised pork, there were also homemade pickles and whole grain steamed buns fresh from the pot.

The children sat around one end of the table, their eyes fixed on the plate of meat, their little hands tightly gripping their chopsticks, waiting for the moment when the meal would start.

The old Party branch secretary stood up, raised the large coarse porcelain bowl filled with white wine, and said in a loud voice with a flushed face, "Fellow villagers, we have to celebrate today! The feed invented by Zhou Yimin has brought great benefits to our village and our commune, and the state has also given us such a big reward."

After saying that, he raised his head and drank the wine in the bowl.

"Cheers!" The villagers responded one after another, picking up their bowls, drinking either wine or water in one gulp.

For a moment, the dining hall was filled with the sounds of clinking bowls and laughter, making it extremely lively.

Zhou Yimin was pushed to the main seat by everyone. He scratched his head a little embarrassedly, stood up and said: "Dear uncles, aunts, brothers and sisters, nephews and nieces.
This kind of polite talk doesn't cost money, and it won't hurt to say more. Others will be happy to hear it. At this happy moment, don't make the scene so ugly.

"Good!" Everyone cheered in unison and applauded loudly.

Then, there was a burst of laughter. The children ate the meat with big mouthfuls. Their cheeks bulged and their mouths were full of oil. From time to time, they discussed with their friends which piece of meat was the most delicious.

The adults ate and chatted, with the topics mostly revolving around Zhou Yimin's invention and the future of Zhoujiazhuang. Everyone's face was filled with longing for a better life.

After seeing this scene, the old branch secretary was very grateful to the ancestors of Zhoujiazhuang for blessing this talented person to be born in Zhoujiazhuang, which led to the current achievements.

He knew without even thinking that from today on, the neighboring villages would no longer be so envious of Zhoujiazhuang.

In this way, the young people in Zhoujiazhuang will be willing to stay in the village and not envy those who go to the city to become workers.

Because staying in Zhoujiazhuang will bring you a better future.

(End of this chapter)