The wicked wife is pregnant again and again, and she takes her whole family flying with her spatial

After lunch break.

Director Niu instructed someone to inform all members of the "Black Seven Categories" with questionable political backgrounds to assemble at the small playground in front of the canteen.

Director Xing paced back and forth on the small playground with his hands behind his back, looking at the sparse people who kept joining the line, his face showing obvious displeasure.

"What's going on? I told you to assemble three minutes ago, and you still haven't all lined up!"

Five minutes later, everyone had arrived.

Director Xing said with dissatisfaction, "If you do the same thing again next time—dawdling, lacking organization and discipline—everyone will have to give a public apology!"

"I am Xing Aihua, who was sent by the organization to the farm to be in charge of everyone's ideological education. I am also the secretary of our farm's Revolutionary Committee."

"From today onwards, I will be in charge of the ideological education of everyone on our farm. Anyone who dares to be a traitor, to speak disrespectfully to the motherland or the people, will be a black example! Arrest them all!!"

These words sent chills down everyone's spines. This Director Xing not only wanted to fight against the "seven black categories," but also, wearing a red armband, he didn't even spare ordinary people. They would have to live in constant fear from now on.

After training everyone for half an hour in front of the canteen's small playground, he finally let them go to work. Before leaving, Director Niu suddenly stood up, his face full of worry, as if he had encountered some trouble.

"Um...does our farm have anyone who can drive a tractor? Or anyone who can repair a tractor?"

Upon hearing of the opportunity, Yu Lian rushed forward without hesitation.

"Director Niu, my wife can drive and repair tractors. Does our farm have any? That would be great!"

Director Niu nodded and then shook his head. Logically speaking, the farm has harsh conditions and is located in a remote area, so it shouldn't have such good resources.

However, there were two broken tractors. He saw them at the meeting and asked the leader for them. But the leader said that the tractors were broken and he could take them if he could fix them, otherwise they would be sent to the steel plant to be melted down.

Now that the deadline is fast approaching and I can't think of any other solutions, I'm just going to throw caution to the wind and ask if anyone in this group knows how to fix it.

"real!!"

Director Niu's eyes gleamed with a golden light, as if he had seen a treasure.

If these two tractors can be delivered to the farm, won't the production efficiency double?!

"He Lin, come here quickly!"

He Lin, who had no idea what title Yu Lian had given herself, walked over upon hearing this.

"He Lin, pack your things now and come to the city with me."

Just as Director Niu was about to pull He Lin away, Director Xing suddenly spoke up: "Director Niu, wait a minute. If I'm not mistaken, the comrade He Lin you just mentioned is in the 'Seven Black Categories' group. Are you sure you can give someone like that an important position?"

Director Niu glanced at Director Xing, thinking to himself, "This old lady doesn't understand the farm at all. With so few people in such a small place, finding someone who can both drive and repair a tractor is incredibly difficult."

Such a good thing happened to their farm; if it were outside, it would probably be snapped up by everyone.

He Lin silently looked at Yu Lian beside him, wondering why she was so sure that he couldn't repair it.

Yu Lian whispered, "Don't be afraid, I bought a book on agricultural machinery. You'll understand once you take a look. You're so smart."

He Lin raised an eyebrow at her. Why was she always so confident in her family?

And why did she buy a book on agricultural machinery when she came to the countryside?

Sensing the tension between the two directors, Yu Lian whispered, "Director Niu, you two talk it out first. I'll take He Lin back to change into some warmer clothes. You probably won't be back for another two days, right?"

Director Niu waved his hand and left with the two of them.

It must be said that Director Niu is indeed easier to talk to. When it comes to assisting farm production, he doesn't care about political background as long as the person is capable.

Director Xing is more like a typical office-based leader, while Director Niu is more like a true pragmatist.

Niu Zaitian initially treated this leader sent by his superiors with great hospitality, but now he realized that this person only talked about ideology and education, which would only hinder their farm's production. She had a red armband, so why didn't he?

Soon, the first confrontation ended in defeat for Director Xing.

At 2 p.m., Director Niu left the farm with He Lin.

The spring planting work on the farm was completed this morning.

In the afternoon, the women ground flour and pressed oil, while the men went out to chop firewood, and some of them dug a well.

When Director Xing arrived, he brought a secretary with him, and on the first day, the secretary conducted a preliminary review of the files of all the farm's residents.

They also learned from others that the teacher who ran the literacy class was actually a member of the "Seven Black Categories" and the daughter of a capitalist.

"Xiao Zhang, go and call Chen Xiaotian over. I have something to ask him."

Secretary Zhang hesitated for a moment, "Director Xing, Chen Xiaotian has had a fever for two days in a row."

"Oh! Why are you only telling me now?"

Secretary Zhang said in a low voice, "I was going to tell you, but didn't you tell me in the meeting that I should say it later?"

"Fine, lead the way to see him."

The two arrived at the dormitory for the educated youth, one after the other.

Pushing open the door, Chen Xiaotian found himself alone in the cold dormitory.

"Xiao Tian?"

Director Xing strode forward, reached out and touched his forehead, finding it unusually hot.

"What happened! This house is so dilapidated, no wonder he got sick. Director Niu is so irresponsible, how could this happen!"

Chen Xiaotian, who was feverish and fainted, was unaware that someone was beside him. He was only vaguely aware that something was disrupting his consciousness.

"Xiao Zhang, are all the dormitories like this at the farm?"

Secretary Zhang nodded, then shook his head: "Yes and no, because I saw a small room that was particularly bright and had good conditions."

Xing Aihua frowned upon hearing this: "Then who lives in this room? Niu Zaitian?"

"No, she's a female educated youth who came from behind the farm. Oh, right, she's the one who said her husband can drive a tractor."

Isn't someone who can drive a tractor considered a member of the "Five Black Categories"? How did she end up marrying an educated youth?

Xing Aihua immediately sensed that there must be something fishy going on.

"Go to the farm and find out what's going on. I don't think these people respect the organization at all."

Xiao Zhang agreed and went out.

Xing Aihua looked at Chen Xiaotian, whose face was pale, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, Xiaotian. I didn't know the conditions here would be so harsh. I just wanted you to get some exercise."

As she spoke, Director Xing broke down in tears, feeling utterly guilty towards her son. If she had arrived any later, he might have died in bed, and these people had ignored him, watching helplessly as her child suffered.

Director Xing looked sharply outside.

She remembered this incident.