The Old Captain glanced at Uncle Zhang, chuckled indifferently, and waved his hand, "No problem, just ask your grandma to cook a couple more dishes, and we’ll come to your house for a drink later."
"You guys must have some wine at home, right?" He particularly asked this to Tong Suo.
"No, but my second grandpa does."
The Old Captain laughed heartily, "Good kid, this task is for you! Alright, let’s continue the meeting."
Everyone settled down inside the house and started discussing the lands the production team already had, and then began to talk about whether North Hillside should be planted with trees?
In recent years, any piece of wasteland in the village has either been used to build houses or cleared to grow grains and vegetables. Now, aside from the paths to walk, even both sides of the village entrance are lined with rows of trees.
One year for grains, ten years for trees, a hundred years for people.
After the vigorous steel campaign, the Old Captain always remembered to plant more trees, especially seeing the younger generations in the village growing steadily. No matter when marrying or providing dowries, everything relies on timber. Instead of letting them damage the mountains in the future, it’s better to prepare ahead of time.
If it weren’t for all the current restrictions, he would have loved to plant fruit trees all over North Hillside. Then the team could set up a chicken farm or a sheep farm there. Wouldn’t that be great?
Unfortunately... so let’s just plant trees. This time, no one would criticize or complain.
"Do you guys think our team should put up some slogans or something?" After discussing the tasks for the upcoming year, Tang Zhonghua brought up some minor details.
The Old Captain didn’t mind this at all. Putting up a few more red banners would certainly look festive, just like how the town’s streets are filled with them. Their Zhang Family Village is also an advanced production team.
He smiled approvingly, "That’s a good idea. Take a look at who in the village might be suitable... Oh, and those educated youths could probably handle it."
Tang Zhonghua had the same thought. Compared to the young men in the village, those spirited young students from big cities were more aware of what to write to align with policies.
The meeting here was nearing its end.
Meanwhile, Mr. Zhang also came to the village today.
With his younger family members returning after ages, it was time for him to stop by and assure them of peace, also to deliver the two bottles of wine and pastries his eldest son sent through his grandson to his brothers.
If it weren’t for the fact that his brothers had been away for so long and the news couldn’t be kept under wraps, he really didn’t want the entire village to know. But with the news out and the children back, if he didn’t come, his eldest brother might overthink it.
The sky was still overcast with snow falling heavily, the wind blowing fiercely, making the snowflakes sting people’s faces, making noses run without any awareness.
Seeing that there was nothing more, as the evening approached with the weather worsening, Mr. Zhang chatted a bit with Uncle Zhang before heading back to town.
The days passed by, and the new school term was approaching. As those young students who had traveled far and wide returned with high spirits, the scenes they witnessed in the cities were replicated in their hometowns.
Everywhere people raised red flag portraits and chanted slogans loudly, with large badges pinned to their chests. Today someone was paraded on the streets, and tomorrow someone denounced the ’Four Olds’.
These big badges, some with diameters of even twelve centimeters, were so heavy that they couldn’t be pinned to clothes with safety pins and had to be hung around necks with red ribbons.
This badge trend was initially designed and manufactured by some wealthy establishments to show loyalty, with sizes more reasonable at first.
After the warm spring passed and the scorching summer came, unsurprisingly, even this county, which couldn’t be found on the map, succumbed to the craze.
With the wind blowing tighter and tighter, even Mother Zhang, known for her constant smile and loud laughter, tempered her expression, let alone Lin Juhua, who loved gossip and bustling places.
Old Zhang’s family desperately wanted to be separated from the trouble, and even those younger generations, after Zhang Guoqing’s warning, learned literary disputes and the art of hiding their talents.

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