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Golden waves of wheat ripple in the breeze, songs fill the air for miles, and the joyous news of a bountiful harvest spreads far and wide, filling every household with happiness.

After settling Zhao Jintao in, Zhou Zhonghai took Gu Quan back to Tonggang County.

After Fu Sanjun was transferred to Huailin City, Xu Zhengtai, the deputy secretary of the Tonggang County Party Committee, was promoted to secretary. Xu was extremely unwilling, but Fu Sanjun had no choice but to hand over Tonggang County to him.

Tonggang County, as the first county in the country to carry out comprehensive agricultural reform, will become a national model if it does well, and a sinner for all time if it does poorly.

With the wheat harvest complete, farmers across the country are watching Tonggang County closely to see how their yield is this year and whether the lives of ordinary people will truly improve.

Once the results are significant, Tonggang County will serve as a model for the whole country to implement land allocation to households and vigorously develop sideline businesses.

In the county party secretary's office, Zhou Zhonghai held the phone and said in a humble voice, "Director Xia, if you send the soybean seeds over, I guarantee I will make up for all the outstanding payments within three months."

"Two hundred thousand catties, Minister Zhou, that's too much. I still need to supply the farms. If I give it all to you, what will the farms do?"

"Let them grow corn."

"Every year after the wheat harvest, Tonggang County plants corn. Why are they suddenly planting soybeans this year?"

"Never mind that, give me the soybeans, give the corn to the farm. I only want the soybeans."

"Two hundred thousand catties, that's two hundred and sixty thousand yuan. Can you guarantee payment within three months?"

"I promise, Director Xia, please hurry, Tonggang County is waiting for the soybeans to be planted."

"Okay, I'll trust you one more time. You still owe me..."

"It's settled then. I'll call the Ministry of Agriculture and ask them to send someone to transport the seeds."

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Zhonghai breathed a sigh of relief and said to Xu Zhengtai, "Issue a document to each commune, instructing them to plow the land and plant soybeans as soon as possible after the wheat harvest."

"Yes, Minister Zhou."

In previous years, we planted corn, which wasn't worth much, but soybeans were.

Hurry up and plow the fields to plant, and by the autumn harvest in November, the farmers' harvest will double.

Soybeans are good, soybeans are great!

Zhou Zhonghai was restless. The wheat was ripening one after another, and it was time for him to verify the results of the past six months. Could the yield double?

Good news has come from Gao Bing of Liushan Commune: last year, a good plot of land yielded 400 jin of wheat per mu, and this year the highest yield reached 980 jin.

980 jin (440 catties), Xia Lei, that bastard is really capable. If the Ministry of Agriculture weren't so poor, he should really be rewarded.

The Liushan Commune had a bumper harvest, but what about the other communes?

"Guquan, Guquan, look at the weather, is it going to rain?" Zhou Zhonghai shouted, looking at the bright sky.

"I... I don't know how to watch it."

Gu Quan questioned, "How can it rain when the sun is so bright?"

"Xu Zhengtai, Xu Zhengtai, come and see, is it going to rain?"

Xu Zhengtai rushed out of the office, stammering, "No way? The sun is so bright."

"Quickly call all the communes and tell them to work overtime to harvest the wheat, even at night. The wheat must be brought home within three days."

It was about to rain. In which year, on the battlefield, the weather was like this? Zhou Zhonghai thought, if only a downpour would come, it could cover their surprise attack on the enemy camp.

As it turned out, it really rained, a torrential downpour. They braved the rain to approach the enemy camp, planted explosives, and sent the enemy fleeing in disarray.

It's going to rain; there will definitely be heavy rain within three days.

"Minister Zhou, really? It's so sunny!"

"Make the call now, or you'll be in deep trouble. No one in the county can rest, and not a single grain of wheat can be left in the fields. The wheat must be brought home within three days."

Zhou Zhonghai shouted loudly, "Xu Zhengtai has made another phone call."

Qiaoqiao was so tired that she could hardly straighten her back. The brigade's loudspeaker was broadcasting from morning till night: "Comrades, there will be heavy rain in three days. We must harvest all the wheat and bring it home. We can't let the golden wheat rot in the fields... Comrades, the hard work only lasts for three days. After three days, we will be able to eat big, white steamed buns."

Hu Xiaomei had no time to care about Xiaowei. She stayed with the Yang family, guarding the wheat field from morning till night, and even ate her meals there.

Grandma Qiaoqiao was in charge of feeding the whole family, while the rest of the family, including Zhou Xiaowei and the little yellow dog, were in the wheat field.

The adults harvested the wheat and carried it home in bundles, while Xiaowei picked up the wheat ears. When he got tired, he would hug his little yellow dog and take a nap in the wheat field.

The happiest person in the family was Qiaoqiao's grandfather. He was seventy-three years old, but he didn't go home to rest. He stayed in the wheat field.

"Grandpa, why don't you go back and get some rest? There's not much left, we can finish it tomorrow," Qiaoqiao advised, worried that her grandfather's health might not be up to par.

"Why go back? The moon is so bright, it's more reassuring to sleep in the wheat field than at home."

Grandpa Qiaoqiao smoked his pipe, watching Xiaowei race with the little yellow dog, showing no signs of fatigue.

"Grandpa, you're in such good health, my back is about to break," Hu Xiaomei said with a smile.

"Girl, take a rest if you're tired."

"Girl, how old are you? Still calling yourself a girl?" Hu Xiaomei laughed even harder.

"Sister Hu, why don't you take Xiaowei back with you?"

Qiaoqiao felt very bad. Hu Xiaomei's job was only to take care of the children, but after coming to Dashui Village, she did everything and got quite tanned.

"I'm not going back. Look at Xiaowei, he's having so much fun. Qiaoqiao, I haven't worked in the fields for over twenty years. This time, I really enjoyed myself. I'm tired, but I slept soundly."

Hu Xiaomei is not afraid of being tired, but she is afraid of insomnia.

"Okay, let's keep working. After we finish harvesting the wheat, we'll get a good night's sleep."

The nights in Dashui Village were not as peaceful as usual. There were people in the wheat fields of every household. The commune had issued a notice that all the wheat had to be harvested within three days.

If a heavy rain comes, all the ripe wheat will be ruined.

After such a good harvest, who would want such plump wheat to rot in the field?

Keep it up! This year, we'll eat steamed buns, dumplings, and fried dough sticks for Chinese New Year.

For three days, all the commune members in the county did not leave the wheat fields. When they got tired, they would take a nap in the wheat fields and then continue working.

Zhou Zhonghai also didn't sleep for three days, staying in the county party secretary's office and staring blankly at the moon every night.

On the third day, the bright moon grew fuzzy and became hazy, a typical sign that heavy rain was about to fall.

Zhou Zhonghai quickly called the commune secretary, but it was already past midnight and the secretary was still in his office.

"Minister Zhou, don't worry, the wheat has all been harvested."

"Minister Zhou, we will definitely collect them all tonight, don't worry."

"Minister Zhou, no one in our commune is resting; they're all in the wheat fields."

Okay, great! Come on, let the downpour come! Let it pour down so we can plow the fields and plant soybeans.

Qiaoqiao's family brought all their wheat home. Four mu of land yielded at least four or five thousand jin of wheat, which was piled up in the main room to be dried after the heavy rain.

I haven't taken a bath, drunk a bowl of hot soup, or had a good night's sleep for three whole days.

He drew a bucket of well water, washed Xiaowei clean, then washed himself thoroughly, ate a bowl of noodles, and went to sleep in the east room.

Qiaoqiao, Hu Xiaomei, Xiaowei, and Qiaoqiao's grandfather slept in a row. Xiaowei, who was usually naughty, was well-behaved at this moment.

Qiaoqiao's mother and grandmother were dozing on the stools in the kitchen. Qiaoqiao's father was not sleeping. He couldn't sleep. He was guarding a pile of wheat. He grabbed a handful, squeezed it in his hand, and then put it in his mouth.

The rich aroma of wheat fills my mouth; it's so blissful.

Ten years have passed, and I haven't seen such plump wheat in ten years.

In previous years, after handing over a thousand catties of wheat to the state, there was hardly anything left. This year, however, it's enough; enough for the whole family to eat white flour steamed buns for a year.

Qiaoqiao's father was inexplicably envious. In fact, it's not that easy for farmers to have enough to eat.