Traveling through the Great Northern Wilderness and marrying the most beautiful educated youth.

"Toilet paper? Isn't that for wiping your butt?" Dong Guangping was a little confused.

Many villagers are still using tree roots and corncobs to solve their problems.

You actually produce toilet paper?

Su Qingyun smiled slightly.

The equipment he bought from Damian was secondhand; after all, with that amount of money, it was impossible to buy top-of-the-line equipment.

However, Su Qingyun used the system store to carry out a comprehensive transformation.

Taking a different approach, Su Qingyun could guarantee that once the product was released, it would definitely surprise everyone.

"The paper mill's goods are specifically for export..." Su Qingyun reminded him.

"I see..." Dong Guangping nodded.

Su Qingyun could tell that he still didn't quite understand.

However, further explanation was useless; once the product was manufactured a month later, everything would be clear.

In Gaojia Village, spring plowing is in full swing, and the village is bustling with activity.

For farmers, this is the most important time of year; the harvest depends entirely on their choice of spring planting.

"Old Gao! You dare to dig up my family's irrigation ditch? I'll fight you to the death, you son of a bitch!"

In the fields, a man in his fifties, holding a hoe, was yelling at the village secretary.

He stiffened his neck, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like he was about to devour someone.

"Old Wang, why are you so stubborn? I went through so much trouble to get this rice-growing project. It's a great thing that will help the whole village get rich, don't you understand?"

These past few days, Lao Gao's voice has become hoarse from trying to persuade the villagers.

Ever since he got the project from Su Qingyun that day, Lao Gao has been so excited that he can't sleep.

He dreams of making the village rich!

Every day, he went door-to-door to do his work and traveled all over the village to survey the terrain.

Ultimately, it achieved very good results.

One-third of the land is used to grow soybeans, and one-third is used to grow rice.

However, one-third of the households remained stubborn and insisted on planting sorghum and corn.

When Su Qingyun talked to Lao Gao, he said that Gaojia Village was not suitable for growing these two crops because the output value was too low.

But the farmers don't understand. They think that their ancestors have always grown sorghum and corn, so why should they grow rice just because you say so?

Especially this old Wang today.

Since the rice paddies need to be irrigated with river water, Lao Gao determined the shortest route, which would pass through his own land.

Old Wang refused no matter what.

With spring plowing just around the corner, Lao Gao brought people over again to persuade him, but they couldn't reach an agreement in just a few words. Old Wang, that stubborn old man, simply picked up a hoe.

"Old Wang, put down the hoe!" the village chief urged.

"Old Wang, we're all doing this for the village!" the women's director chimed in.

However, Old Wang ignored him completely.

He said angrily, "You're all in cahoots! Which official cares about us farmers? You dug up my land, I absolutely won't stand for it!"

Old Wang clearly had a lot of complaints about the village officials because when the household responsibility system was implemented, he felt that the land his family was allocated was not good enough, and he had made a scene in the village several times.

But there are only so many good plots of land, how can everyone get a share? There has to be a balance.

Old Wang didn't care about any of that; he was illiterate and stubbornly stuck to his own beliefs.

If I didn't gain anything, then I've suffered a loss!

"Old Wang, didn't I already say that no matter how much of your land the irrigation canal took up, the village would compensate you double? Isn't that enough?"

Old Gao's mouth was dry from drooling, and his lips were peeling, but Old Wang still had a dark expression.

"No way! You can't pass through my house! Unless... you exchange all my land for better land!"

Old Wang's eyes darted around.

Old Gao understood; so that's what he was planning.

"Old Wang, our village is located in a low-lying area, not suitable for growing corn. Why don't you believe me?"

Old Gao sighed and decided to try to persuade him one last time.

"I don't understand what you're saying. Anyway, I'm going to plant corn. If you don't give me top-quality land, I won't let you dig!"

Old Wang is sticking to one principle, and no one can change it today.

"Alright, Old Wang. Don't regret it when the harvest comes." Old Gao finally lost his patience.

"What do I have to regret? A bunch of ignorant fools, thinking they can grow rice? Do you see any farmer eating rice? They all eat cornbread!"

Old Wang believes that his own experience is the most correct.

"Okay, okay, I'll get you a different location right away! Is that alright now?"

Old Gao didn't want to say anything more to such a stubborn person, and immediately had the accountant process the paperwork.

Old Wang then put down his hoe and revealed a smug smile.

"Go ahead and mess around, let's see what kind of mess you can come up with."

Old Wang didn't believe Old Gao's nonsense. He thought he'd lived a long life and wasted it all, only to be fooled by a kid from the next village.

I heard that Su Qingyun is only in his early twenties.

What does he know?

When Lao Tzu was farming, he wasn't even born yet!

They actually taught me how to farm? Bah!

Old Wang carried his hoe and walked away triumphantly.

A third-class plot of land was exchanged for a first-class plot of land – what a huge profit!

Watching his retreating figure, Lao Gao secretly sneered.

What a short-sighted old stubborn man! Wait until the autumn harvest and you see others making money, then you'll be crying.

Then, your good land now will become bad land that nobody wants...

"Start digging!"

Having secured the last piece of land, Lao Gao gave the order to dig the final channel connecting the river to the fields.

There are many farmers like Lao Wang.

Old Gao knew he couldn't convince them; everything would have to wait until the autumn harvest to be verified.

"Su Qingyun, I've staked my life on you, so don't let people talk behind my back."

Old Gao was actually a little uneasy.

After all, he had changed the crops that the entire village used to grow, replacing them all with soybeans and rice—something he had guaranteed on his own terms.

If the harvest is poor in the fall, those people will be cursing.

The same scene was unfolding in other villages as well.

These past few days, there has been a lot of noise and commotion in the fields and villages because of disputes over land, cattle, and water resources.

Fortunately, many village secretaries firmly supported Su Qingyun.

If there are any problems that are truly beyond their control, Qiu Tingjiang is there to back them up.

A vigorous spring planting season has finally come to an end.

The final count was exactly 10,000 mu of soybeans, which was a little less than initially estimated, but still met Su Qingyun's expectations.

Next, we will quietly wait for the autumn harvest.

Unfortunately, the tree may wish to remain still, but the wind will not cease. Su Qingyun wanted to wait peacefully for the autumn harvest, but others did not.

……

The Prefectural Party Committee, specifically the office of the Prefectural Party Committee Secretary.

Dong Guangping was reading documents when his secretary tiptoed in.

"Secretary Dong, Director Sun of the Agriculture Bureau would like to see you."

Dong Guangping frowned: "Is it on today's schedule?"

His schedule was very tight; basically, he had two days' worth of plans scheduled for the day in advance. He didn't remember summoning anyone from the Agriculture Bureau.

"It wasn't on my itinerary. However, Director Sun said it was a very important matter related to spring planting, so he urgently wanted to see you."

The secretary reports.

To be able to serve as a secretary to the Party Secretary of a prefecture-level city, one must be a very astute and intelligent person.

Director Sun had come to him through connections, so the secretary cleverly pointed out the words "spring plowing".

Sure enough, upon hearing that it was related to spring plowing, Dong Guangping immediately frowned and put down the document.

As a traditional agricultural region, spring plowing is of paramount importance and cannot be taken lightly.

"Let him in," Dong Guangping said in a deep voice.