Seven votes agreed, five votes were against, and except for Luo Ling, the head of the foreign affairs group, and the other committee members were present, then the "Plan for Expanding the Escort Force and Promoting Military Training for the Whole People" put forward by the military group was formally adopted. Wang Jiyuan was in charge of the plan, with Ji Xun assisting. All departments should give full support to Team Leader Wang in terms of personnel scheduling and resource allocation. Guo Qian announced the results, encouraged Wang Jiyuan a few words, and then broke up the meeting.

Chang Lin closed the cover of the somewhat worn loose-leaf notebook, put a black Montblanc gold pen in the pocket of his white shirt, brushed the few remaining forehead hairs with his hands, nodded to Guo Qian with a smile, and greeted several members around him, and then walked out of the conference room unhurriedly. Within a few steps of the corridor, a neatly groomed young man in a white shirt and trousers ran out of the conference room and caught up. This young man was tall and sturdy, and he was usually keen on sports and exercise, and his face was also very handsome, with black sword eyebrows and a straight nose, which was very angular. is that he is consistent with Chang Lin no matter how he looks and paces, holding a notebook and a pen in his chest, looking a little old-fashioned, at first glance, he is an activist among students who can't wait to enter the adult world. The young man's name is Liu Qianfei, who was originally the vice president of the student union of the Faculty of Arts at Huaxia University, and is now the secretary of the committee.

Liu Qianfei followed Chang Lin's side, neither of them spoke, and walked all the way out of the office building, until he walked to the road to the campus, Liu Qianfei couldn't help but ask: "Uncle Chang, you voted in favor of your changed strategy today, do you have any follow-up plans?" I see that several other committee members seem to be a little dissatisfied with your sudden approval of this motion. ”

Chang Lin looked at Liu Qianfei, his young face seemed to be full of doubts, and he smiled and said, "Do you think I should always be consistent with them?"

"I thought...... Everyone was a little dissatisfied with that reckless plan before, and if they advance and retreat together, they should slowly be able to help you fight against Guo Qian. Liu Qianfei pondered for a moment and said.

"Confrontation? Why do I want to confront Guo Qian now?" Chang Lin shook his head, pointed at Liu Qianfei with his finger and said, "You, you are young, what are you thinking about in your head?"

Liu Qianfei gritted his teeth and said: "Before you came, you were the dean of the Academy of Letters, in terms of qualifications and prestige, you are not below him at all, why is he now the head of our group, but you are assigned by him to manage a group of old farmers." This, this is really too deceitful. ”

"Never oppose for the sake of opposition, such a person will not be of great use except to be a gun for others. Chang Lin could see that Liu Qianfei was really a little unworthy for him, so he seriously analyzed Liu Qianfei: "I opposed that plan at first, not because I was dissatisfied with Guo Qian personally, but because I didn't see enough danger at that time, and we needed to invest so much power in the military. But now, two people are missing, and Morey also shows us the strange power of this world, and these two things come together to make me think that Guo Qian and Wang Jiyuan are right. ”

"But ......"

"Also, I offered to go to the agriculture group. You're also a literature major, and you know that the pen is really useless in this place, and we have to find our own place. Agriculture is the foundation of our survival, and only with food can we survive, the simplest truth. Since others dislike that and don't want to go, then I'll go, because when I was a child, I didn't do much farm work in the countryside of my hometown, and my father also said that it would be a pity that I didn't do crop cooking. ”

"Are you willing to choose seeds every day and look at the greenhouse?" Liu Qianfei was a little unwilling.

"Let's go, follow me to the field, you young man, you have to sharpen your temperament. Chang Lin grabbed Liu Qianfei's hand, which was rough and powerful, and Liu Qianfei, who claimed to be a master of slam dunk, couldn't break free for a while.

Chang Lin smiled at Liu Qianfei, who looked reluctant: "Qianfei, your parents didn't come with us, I can also be regarded as your elder." There are some things, I can't be in a hurry, you should follow me more in the future. ”

The school's fields were laid out in the back hill and not far from the river, which was originally part of the hunting grounds attached to the Earl's Mansion, with meadows and shrubs, and more than half a month ago, the agricultural team had demarcated nearly twenty hectares of land as grain fields, but so far only half of them have been cleared.

Liu Qianfei followed Chang Lin through a freshly cleared field, and found that there were many traces of burning on the ground, and the branches and leaves of some shrubs were chopped and turned together with the soil, which looked a little messy, but the land with clear ravines gave people a kind of vitality.

"We have few people and a tight schedule, so we have to do slash-and-burn farming first, and then use the cut grass and trees as green manure. Now, as soon as the school engages in the 'All Soldiers for All' program, manpower is even tighter. Chang Lin picked up a branch, walked through the ground, and poked the ground with the branch as he walked, "You see the soil here is very good, it is so black that it can squeeze out oil, it is full of fertility, and it grows whatever you plant." We are now in a hurry to plant a batch of winter wheat before winter. The seeds have been asked by the locals to buy them. It's really strange that the seeds planted by the farmers here are no worse than those we had cultivated at that time, and they are as full as beans, which is really incomprehensible. ”

"Then why don't you mention it to Guo Qian at the meeting?" Liu Qianfei followed behind Chang Lin with one foot deep and one foot shallow, looking at that posture, he had never been on the ground.

"There are some things that are more appropriate to say separately in private. Chang Lin smiled slightly, "I'm going to hire another group of local farmers to help us work, and it would be better if I could buy slaves." Didn't Guo Qian dig up a large amount of treasure from the ground? ”

"No wonder you courted him at the meeting. Liu Qianfei clapped his hands and said, "Moreover, you don't make trouble for him at the meeting, lest all departments rush to ask for money, and he will sell you face no matter what he says." ”

"Don't be so conspiracy theories, you don't have to think about everything in a complicated way. A lot of times, things just fall into place. You see, just like this kind of land, good land, good seeds, and good hand, it is difficult not to harvest. Food is the root of life, and if you want to produce food, you must have inputs, Guo Qian knows it in his heart. As he spoke, Chang Lin beckoned not far away. In the distance, seven or eight young men were carrying a load of manure to a big pit at the edge of the field, and when they saw Chang Lin, they all waved to this side, and a few of them shouted loudly, "Teacher Chang is so good~"

"Isn't this, Zhao Jie, Cheng Ming, and a few of them? I can't imagine that they are so energetic in picking dung. ”

"Our boys in the Faculty of Arts are all good. Take a break. Chang Lin praised loudly.

"Teacher Chang, don't worry, we are as strong as cows now! The first one replied aloud, a reply that drew laughter.

Chang Lin greeted them and continued to walk forward, at the beginning, he trained a group of literary young people who couldn't lift their hands and couldn't carry them on their shoulders to the point that it took their old noses to work in the field with their noses pinched, and the bitterness was not enough for outsiders. He said to Liu Qianfei: "Take a good look at them." That's where you're going to grow. ”

The two of them walked a little further ahead, and saw a few students, under the command of an old local farmer, setting up several huge iron pots to boil something. Luo Ling's team member Du Mei was working as a translator for the old farmer, while several boys were doing their own work and recording records. When they saw Chang Lin coming, they greeted him one after another.

"What are they boiling?" Liu Qianfei smelled the smell of herbs in the air.

"It's a plant called blue gum grass, which the locals use to boil the pulp and then pour it into the field to form a kind of film, similar to the mulch we use for farming. We can't produce plastic yet, so it's a great alternative. After that, Chang Lin and the old farmer chatted briefly, Chang Lin didn't speak Spanish very well, but the old farmer seemed to appreciate him very much, and when he left, he patted Chang Lin's shoulder vigorously.

Chang Lin took Liu Qian to fly away for half a day, and finally walked through all the territory of the agricultural group. Liu Qianfei felt that his feet were hurting, but Chang Lin was still in good spirits.

When they had finished plowing the field, they saw several men and women gathered by the river outside the field, and two of them seemed to be running. Chang Lin was very strange in his heart, how could there be a physical education class at this time, how could someone exercise here? When he got closer, he saw that those people were all acquaintances.

Chang Lin finally recognized that the woman who was running was Feng Yao, a female doctor, and at this moment she was wearing a sportswear, running at a gallop on the track simply marked with lime powder, and the one running next to her was Enrique, a local who was shot last time. To his shock, the two men were frighteningly fast, and seemed to be running faster than the sprinters on TV. On both sides of the runway, the alchemist Morey was wearing a white coat and holding a stopwatch to stand at the finish line to mark the time for the two. Ji Yijun, Ye Zi, Wu Jingrong and Garcia were standing on the side watching intently.

The two crossed the finish line, and Morey said: "Record, third 100-meter time, Feng Yao 7.13 seconds, Enrique 7.02 seconds"

On the other hand, Wu Jingrong recorded the results in the notebook and said: "Their bloodline has indeed been stimulated little by little, and today's results have improved by about half a second compared with the day before yesterday." If you go to the Olympics, winning a medal is like fun. ”

"I've read in books about that boring game. To be honest, the human constitution of your world is too weak. Morey shrugged, a new pose he had learned from Ji Yijun.

"The meaning of sports competition is in the spirit, not in the data itself. If we only look at the data, human creations have long surpassed those of human beings. However, the spirit of hard work is something that only human beings possess. Chang Lin spoke, walked and shook Morey's hand.