Zhang Hao's meaning, the melon farmers all understand, but they are still a little uncertain in their hearts.

After being a farmer all his life and working hard in the field all his life, good things really fell on his head?

Coming too suddenly and being happy will always make people's hearts flutter.

I want to scratch and grasp, but I don't dare to break the status quo of life.

The melon farmers discussed for a while, and then thought in silence for a while.

"Director Zhang, I have thought about it, and I am willing to block you!" Uncle got up and said.

"Whatever he MMP, Lao Tzu will block it too!"

The results were not unexpected, and the melon farmers all signed the transfer contract.

Mao Zhishu stepped forward and said two words of thanks.

"Thank you for being able to understand, to be honest, I am in the same mood as you now, I don't know the result, and I don't dare to predict, I can only hope that it will develop in a good direction,

I'm also blocking, blocking the job of the village party secretary on Director Zhang, if the blockage is right, everyone will be happy, if the blockage is wrong, it's a big deal to go home and farm!"

Mao Zhishu's true feelings were revealed, which infected melon farmers.

They all encouraged: "Secretary Mao, I know it's not easy for you to be the village party secretary, don't say it, as long as things are done, the villagers will see it in their eyes, and they won't embarrass you!"

Zhang Hao looked at the scene, inexplicably sad, stepped forward and patted the old branch secretary on the shoulder and said: "Mao branch secretary, I, Zhang Hao, promised that I would help your village keep up with the pace of running towards a well-off life, and I will definitely be able to do it!"

"Trust me!"

The two shook my hand, and Mao Zhishu was grateful to Zhang Hao, but he was just not good at expressing it.

After Zhang Hao returned to the village, he filed the contract, and gave a few thousand yuan to Mao Zhishu, asking him to compensate the melon farmers for the loss of buying seeds!

"Director Zhang, when are you going to start planting flowers?" asked Zhao Xiaoqian.

"In the second half of the year!"

In the second half of the year, the villagers harvested all the buds, and then planted on a large scale when they were free.

Zhang Hao is not worried about missing the season, what he thinks about is not to scatter flower seeds, but to transplant the planted flowers directly.

After planting, you can directly open the door to welcome customers.

The 10,000 acres of flower fields have already shown a rough appearance in Zhang Hao's mind.

What kind of flowers to plant? He already had a certain number in his heart, and he could not waste the divine power in his hands, but he wanted to plant rare ones, which were rare in the western region and even in China.

"I want to lie among the flowers and have a sweet dream!" Zhao Xiaoqian put her hands together on her cheeks, smiling, fascinated.

Women are born with no immunity to flowers, otherwise how can roses stand on the top of the mountain of love and never wither?

Zhang Hao: "You go back at night and put the pillow a little higher, and you can dream!"

"Cut, you don't understand that kind of artistic conception!" Zhao Xiaoqian curled her upper lip and turned to sit down to do errands.

Zhang Hao thought to himself, I really don't understand the artistic conception, but I understand YY.

……

April 5th, Qingming Festival.

A day to commemorate the martyrs.

There is a martyr's tomb in Wanling Township, and the martyr's tomb is located on the Phoenix Fort in Wanling Mountain, which belongs to the jurisdiction of Wanling Village.

Zhang Hao heard from the older generation in the village that more than a dozen martyrs died in a battle to suppress bandits after the founding of New China.

At that time, in the southwestern mountainous area, two large bandits occupied the mountain as kings and did all kinds of evil.

The comrades of the People's Liberation Army fought hard and fought with them for more than three months before they captured the leader of the bandits and executed them in Wanling Township.

The dozen or so comrades who died in the battle were all buried in Fort Phoenix.

The youngest is less than 17 years old! Ten of them are not married, and they have also thought of having a daughter-in-law to warm the bed, and a son to call Dad.

But born in troubled times, can An be alone?

They are the People's Liberation Army, and they know how heavy the burden is on their bodies!

Qingshan buries loyal bones everywhere, why brace the body of the horse!

Young fighters dedicated their lives to the Motherland, to the people.

Every year today, the Wanling Township government, schools, social organizations, and ordinary people will organize tomb sweeping to pay tribute to the souls of the heroes.

This is Zhang Hao's first time participating, and it must be heavy.

Wreaths and firecrackers were prepared in advance, and Master Jin and Huzi Maverick were called to play a magnificent song for the martyrs.

At nine o'clock in the morning, the government led a team led by Secretary Tian to gather in Wanling Village.

The students of the primary school and the junior high school also walked for dozens of minutes to Wanling Village under the leadership of the leaders and class teachers.

One after another, some county leaders and elderly people arrived at the Cultural Square by car.

The representatives of the Association for the Aged were sent by a medium-sized bus on the field, and the leader was the prestigious Yan Lao, who had gray hair and was over 80 or 60 years old, and he saw it with his own eyes.

Today, he will also explain the scene to the younger generations as a keynote speaker.

"Elder Yan, you have worked hard, come back so far!" Secretary Tian stepped forward to greet him.

Zhang Hao also followed.

Yan Lao has a strong body, walks very steadily, and said calmly: "It's not hard, it's not hard, as long as I still have a breath of air, I have to come back every year to see, without them, we wouldn't have the happy life we have today!"

Yan Lao turned his head, looked at Zhang Hao, and said with a smile: "Young man, I saw you on TV, you are Zhang Hao, right?"

"Yes, Elder Yan!" Zhang Hao shook hands with him politely.

Elder Yan gave a thumbs up and praised: "It's very good, there were heroes fighting the fire before, and now there are you, Director Zhang, overcoming thorns and thorns, they will definitely feel gratified if they know about it." ”

"Don't dare to be, don't dare to be, Yan Lao has a reputation!"

"No, I think you deserve it, look at the current Wanling Village, I want to come back to live!"

"Wanling Village welcomes Elder Yan back at any time!" Zhang Hao said enthusiastically.

When everyone arrived, they stood in line, and after Secretary Tian briefly spoke two sentences, he set off.

Representatives of the village council and government workers followed behind the Association for the Elderly, taking care of them at all times.

There are two kilometers of road from the Cultural Square to Phoenix Fort, which is uphill and not very easy to walk.

In order to take care of the elderly, the team did not move fast, and the weather in April was not hot, it was warm, and the old people gasped, drank water, and persevered.

Secretary Midway proposed to take a break.

Yan Lao refused: "No, we can still walk with hard bones, don't delay the children's afternoon classes!"

"Yes, yes, Secretary Tian doesn't have to worry about us, just move forward, we'll follow!" The old people said.

The team winds on the mountain road with the shadow of the Red Army's Long March, like a hovering Chinese dragon, forming a landscape of unremitting self-improvement.

Fort Phoenix has arrived.

The name sounds good, but it is actually a sandy area without vegetation, where the martyrs' tombs lie quietly.

The martyr's tomb was rebuilt once, and a solemn tombstone was erected, which was engraved with the eight characters "Revolutionary martyrs are immortal".

The previous martyr's tomb was only a pile of loess, and some stones were piled up around it, and there was not even a tombstone, which was very shabby, but the spirit of its inheritance has never been broken.

The delegates placed wreaths next to the tombstones and observed a three-minute silence before lighting firecrackers.

Cracking sound~

Perhaps the martyrs buried in the graves liked the sound of firecrackers, much like the sound of gunfire that they held in battle all their lives.