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After receiving a call from Luo Meiyun, the military region leaders learned that the injured person had arrived in Shanghai on the third day and was staying at a guesthouse near Professor Dong's office.

Professor Dong had some plaster in his office, so Yang Zheng went to get a mold that very night.

Manufacturing prostheses is a very complex process. First, a model of the receiving cavity is made of plaster, called a negative mold.

Then, modifications and adhesives are made to the negative mold to provide protection for the sensitive areas of the residual limb; this is called the positive mold.

Then, the process involves sequentially applying a mold, reinforcing material, resin injection, and vacuum molding to form the prosthesis socket. The entire process relies on the experience and skills of the prosthetist, requiring multiple adjustments and even failures to finally achieve a satisfactory socket.

Each person has their own model, and every prosthesis presents a new challenge.

When Yang Zhenghe's master tried to perform the receiving technique on Zhou Wenhui, he failed five times.

In a simple guesthouse, Yang Zheng met this special disabled person who had gotten in through connections.

The disabled patient was around sixty years old, wearing an ordinary blue coat, about 1.7 meters tall, thin, with dark skin and calloused hands. Only his eyes were sharp and shrewd.

I thought the military leaders must be soldiers who got in through connections, but the old man in front of me was just a farmer.

"Hello, my name is Yang Zheng. I'm here to take your mold."

Yang Zheng held the mold-taking tools in both hands and spoke cautiously.

The old man was accompanied by a caregiver in her twenties, who said warmly, "Thank you for your hard work."

The old man smiled kindly at Yang Zheng.

Without much formality, we took off the old man's trousers and began taking the mold.

Cleaning the skin, applying Vaseline to prevent sticking, applying silicone, fixing with a plaster mold, hardening and demolding—Yang Zheng did it step by step, methodically and meticulously. He was very skilled and attentive.

The elderly and young people watched Yang Zheng's fluid and skillful movements as if they were appreciating a work of art.

During a break while the plaster was hardening, the old man said, "Young man, you're so young, but your technique is very skillful."

When the old man saw Yang Zheng, he was very disappointed. Could such a young man make prosthetics?

Seeing Yang Zheng's serious and skillful operation with my own eyes, I finally felt relieved.

"I only take the mold; my master will personally supervise the post-production work."

"Your master?"

"My master is Dong Siguang, a model expert. However, he cannot personally take the mold," Yang Zheng said humbly.

"I understand, I got this through connections, and it wouldn't be good if people found out. Thank you for agreeing to make me a prosthetic leg; I need this leg so much."

The old man had a loud and clear voice, clearly someone who worked hard, and he was very confident.

Yang Zheng couldn't help but think of his father, whose hands were also calloused.

"How did you get injured?" Yang Zheng asked curiously, judging from his appearance, he couldn't have come from the battlefield.

"Car accident!" the old man said calmly.

Car accident? The old farmer had a car?

"When my dad was inspecting work in the countryside, his car overturned. The driver died, but my dad was lucky to survive. He just lost his leg," the young man interjected, still shaken.

"Who are you?"

When he goes to the countryside to inspect work, he is definitely not a farmer; it's just that his appearance is no different from his father's.

The old man sighed, his shrewd eyes tinged with sadness: "The driver was only in his twenties. He died in the line of duty. If possible, I, this old man, would have preferred to take his place."

It's another sad story.

"Do you often go to the countryside?" Yang Zheng asked curiously.

"I am the Party Secretary of Nanshan County. Our Nanshan, alas, is poor. Barren mountains, infertile land, a commune member only earns one cent a day."

The old man spoke with helplessness and worry.

"You, you're the county party secretary?"

That's right. Someone who can get the leaders of the military hospital to ask for favors must be no ordinary person. However, this county party secretary is worlds apart from the county party secretary of Tonggang County.

Fu Sanjun was dressed in a neat Zhongshan suit, while the old man was dressed in rags.

"A shameless county party secretary can't even feed and clothe the people. I'm ashamed. I need a leg. I want to find a way out for the people of Nanshan." The old man said dejectedly.

Perhaps he had the will, but lacked the power.

"The apples from Nanshan are delicious."

Yang Zheng's only vivid memory of Nanshan, which was thousands of miles away, was the bag of apples that Zhou Wenhui brought back.

Have you ever eaten apples from Nanshan?

The old man's eyes lit up, then dimmed again: "During the movement, entire groves of apple trees were cut down, leaving only small, scattered orchards. Alas, what a pity."

"Now that the country is prioritizing agriculture, why not start planting again?"

"It's easier said than done. Without national documents, who would dare to plant more? Once the fruit trees bear fruit, they are cut down, and the hard work of ordinary people goes down the drain. That sense of powerlessness is unbearable."

Yang Zheng understood why all the pigs in Dashui Village had to be confiscated last year; there were no documents, yet people could be crushed to death.

Tonggang County has come back to life this year, thanks to Uncle Zhou who single-handedly shouldered all the pressure.

Nanshan County doesn't have a good leader like Uncle Zhou.

"Uncle, in our county, land has been distributed to individual households, and the livestock industry has also taken off. Villagers are also growing potatoes, sweet potatoes, and watermelons. In fact, the content of the 13th Plenary Session of the 13th CPC Central Committee is very clear: to make the people rich. As for the official document, it will probably be released within one or two years," Yang Zheng said sincerely.

"Are you telling the truth? Your county really distributed land to individual households?"

"Yes, there is pressure, but our provincial agriculture minister has taken on all the risks."

The old man said thoughtfully, "Since I've already died once, I might as well go all out. If large-scale planting isn't feasible, I can plant trees secretly on a small scale. At worst, they'll just drag me to be executed."

The young man immediately objected: "Dad, you should think this through."

"I've been cautious my whole life, but I still can't get enough to eat or wear. Maybe Nanshan County isn't without a way out, but it lacks a leader with the courage to act. I'm incompetent, and the people below can only starve," the old man said dejectedly.

"Uncle, my friend once said that no matter what you do, you have to be number one. For example, Nanshan apples are sweet and crisp. If you want to develop in the long term, you have to make Nanshan apples famous and reach a certain scale so that whenever people see apples, they think of Nanshan apples."

This suggestion was made by Zhao Jintao, and Uncle Zhou also appreciated it.

"Hey young man, you not only know how to make prosthetics, but you also have unique insights into agriculture. What's your name?"

"My name is Yang Zheng. My childhood friend went to an agricultural university. He's the one who said all this, hehe." Yang Zheng chuckled sheepishly.

"My name is Guo Qingyuan. Could we exchange addresses so we can exchange information in the future?" Guo Qingyuan asked sincerely.

"Secretary Guo, how about I leave you my friend's address? He's studying at the provincial agricultural university, and he has a lot of insights into this area. At the same time, he can also tell you about the progress of agricultural development in our province. What our province can do, Nanshan County can definitely do too."

"Good, that's even better. We're following your county closely, so it's a bit slow, but at least we have ready-made experience. Guo Jingmin, hurry up and get some paper and pen."

Unexpectedly, the creation of prosthetics has also led to the construction of a sunny avenue in Nanshan.