It didn't take long for Joe Xiangbai to finish their side and walk towards the tractor.

Qiao Hongzhi glanced at them a few times, fully dressed, and seemed to be fine.

The others were envious when they saw that Qiao Xiangbai and they could actually sit on a tractor.

But Qiao Xiangbai is an expert in finding water, and because of his identity, the commune did not give him a commendation, but he would not be particularly embarrassed.

After Qiao Hongzhi returned from the commune, he often fell into deep thought.

After a few days, he finally couldn't help but put forward his plan at the dinner table.

"Abba, Auntie, I don't want to stay in the brigade, I want to go out and break in. He took a bite of food into his mouth and continued: "I have inquired, there is a transport team in Quan City, and if I can get in, it will also be a good experience, better than being in the brigade." ”

Not to mention Qiao Jiayue and Qiao Hongyuan, even Qiao Hongliang looked at Qiao Hongzhi in surprise.

He even thought about going to the convoy, shouldn't he think about next year's conscription?

Qiao's father and Qiao's mother glanced at each other, and after a silence, they asked, "Why do you suddenly want to go to the transport team?"

Qiao Hongzhi thought for a while, "A few days ago, I followed Grandpa Xiang Bai and them to the commune, and I suddenly thought of it. ”

"Big brother, don't you want to be a soldier?" Qiao Jiayue asked, and by next year, Qiao Hongzhi will also be eighteen years old, although it is not a real age, but it is also suitable.

Qiao Hongzhi's face was tangled.

Qiao's father said directly: "You are preparing for next year's conscription, and it is easier to learn to drive after enlisting in the army than outside." ”

As long as Qiao Hongzhi goes, it is a sure thing that he will be chosen, otherwise he will be blind to the prescription he offered.

The transport team now looks like a promising career, but in Qiao's father's opinion, this is not unusual.

The point is, now the transport team belongs to a state of more monks and less porridge, no car, what's the use of going?

And he hopes that his eldest son will go to the army to train more steadily, and when he retires from the army in the future, according to his military merits, whether he is in politics or doing something else, he will have an advantage.

With Qiao Hongzhi's social skills, when he retires from the army, I am afraid that he will have friends all over the world.

Qiao's mother also cooperated with Qiao's father to persuade a few words, and successfully dispelled Qiao Hongzhi's idea of going to the transport team.

At this time, becoming a soldier is indeed the best way out.

Qiao Hongzhi was no longer obsessed with the convoy, fantasized about his life in the army, and turned his head to look at Qiao Jiayue, if he could earn military merits, would it be an extra layer of protection for his sister?

From today on, Qiao Hongzhi has consciously trained himself, and every night, Qiao's father will train him alone.

Qiao Jiayue even grabbed the medicine, and didn't have time to cultivate medicinal herbs, so she bought it from the mall, even if the price made her feel so distressed that she wanted to drip blood.

In addition, Qiao Jiayue also tried to search for martial arts, kung fu and the like in the mall, and she wanted to give Qiao Hongzhi a few more layers of protection.

Don't look at the fact that the country is now poor and industrially backward, it seems to be very peaceful, in fact, there have always been many conflicts on the border.

It's just that these wars, battles, and sacrificed soldiers have been written into the archives and sealed forever, and the world has no way of knowing.

In a blink of an eye, it was the autumn harvest, although it was not a bumper harvest than in previous years, but it was much better than early rice, and the members had a smile on their faces, feeling that the hard work of carrying water in half a year was not in vain.

However, the weather forecast is not very good, and it will rain for several days in a row.

The brigade headquarters has long been experienced, and has always asked the members to speed up the collection of food.

The sound of the horn was not small, and it could be heard in the fields of the Changshan Brigade, which was relatively close to the Takayama Brigade.

Under the urging voice, the members on both sides invariably sped up.

When the rice was finally dried and put into the warehouse, the hearts of the members who had been tense were relaxed.

The accountant continued to take the abacus and pull, deducting the public grain to be paid, and the grain that could be distributed was also half of what was distributed last year, compared with the first half of the year, this is really a fortunate thing.

At this time, the sweet potatoes have not been confiscated, and the estimated yield will not be too low, but it is simply impossible for the members to have food to last until the summer harvest next year.

In the past six or seven months, most of them still need fast-growing wild vegetables to fill the lack of food.

Qiao Jiayue cleaned up the red strawberries planted in the underground passage, pulled out the dead ones, and added a little fertilizer to those that did not grow well.

This is the main fruit produced by their family.

However, the orange trees that their production team produced last year may have a high fruit setting rate this year because of the lack of rain.

At that time, Li Da suggested taking out some of the excess fruit so that the rest of the fruit could grow better.

But the members disagree, the fertilizer is insufficient, so apply more fertilizer, anyway, except for external reasons, you must not artificially remove the fruit.

Li was speechless when he saw this, and he didn't bother to argue, and when the members found out that the fruit they grew was small and didn't taste good, they knew what to do.

Qiao's father also knew about this, but he didn't interfere, the members of the club had learned this lesson, and they would know who to listen to next time, and it would be no good to insist on going their own way.

After all, if he has always insisted on it, there will always be people who have an opinion.

In contrast, the people in the three teams are much more obedient, anyway, what Li A and Hu Yueliang say, they will do what they do, crossing the river by feeling the stones, can they be better than other people's professionals?

Therefore, the three teams gradually caught up with the most backward production team, and they were not much worse than the other three production teams.

The four production teams were originally meant to be comparative, and now it is even more so.

From the yield of rice to the side business, the children of the yield and so on.

It is not unreasonable that healthy competition is conducive to progress.

Seeing that the public rations were paid and the members had more free time, the orange trees that had borne fruit were once again cared for.

However, each fruit doesn't look as big as last year, and a lot of it has fallen on the ground, and the members are confused, why is it different from what they imagined?

The members couldn't figure it out, and some people began to regret it, why didn't they listen to Li A's words in the first place?

There are also people who go to Li A with a fluke mentality to see if there is a remedy, but they are also disappointed.

Not to mention how these people regret it, anyway, this year's result has been decided.

After paying the public grain, Qiao Sigu took the twins to the alpine brigade.

She used the kitchen to cook dry rice, and sent a bowl of lard bibimbap to Grandma Qiao and Grandpa Qiao.

Because of the poor harvest and the shortage of rice, few families have eaten pure rice this year.

Grandma Qiao was overjoyed and buried herself in the bitter eating, and the other grandchildren smelled the aroma, drooling, and wanted to rush up to take a bite.

"A-Niang, you didn't go to the Neishan Brigade again this year, did you?" Qiao Sigu asked coldly, "If you give what I gave to others, I will go to the Neishan Brigade and smash it." ”

Grandma Qiao pursed her lips and glared at Aunt Qiao, "What is fierce, what is given to me is mine, I can do whatever I like." ”

Qiao Sigu snorted coldly, "Then you just have to try it and see who will bring you delicious food in the future." ”

Grandma Qiao snorted lowly, twisted her head to the side, and muttered a few words.

Grandpa Qiao came back from the field with a hoe, and when he saw Aunt Qiao, he nodded and didn't ask a word.

Fourth Aunt Qiao looked at his back and pursed her lower lip, she is also a daughter, where is she not as good as Fifth Aunt Qiao?

She thought in her heart, but in the end she still said: "Abba, give me the food and you put it in the house, eat it while it's hot." ”