When I was about to leave work, I received a notice from the office asking me to accompany the leader of the Agricultural Bureau to a remote county to conduct research on agricultural machinery cooperatives the next day.
Because the county was so far away, I had to leave very early. At 4:30 a.m., after a glass of milk powder, I went downstairs. It was dark all around, and there were few vehicles. In the cold spring, I subconsciously pulled up my neckline and boarded the minibus waiting on the side of the road. The car drove to a village committee, and as the sky grew brighter, a large group of peasants waiting here came out of the house with the lights and squeezed into the car, many of them still holding things in their hands and eating while walking. A few peasants saw us, enthusiastically let the food in their hands in front of us, and said vigorously, eat some, eat some, it is hot. Smelling the cloudy smell of buns and eggs in the car, I politely but somewhat annoyedly refused.
The car galloped briskly on the highway, and the car became lively. The farmers began to chat loudly, nothing more than who won or lost in playing mahjong, and who drank with whom. A middle-aged man wrapped in a down jacket, known as the old skin, mysteriously stabbed a strong man next to him and said: "Pillar, you came the latest today, were you tired with your younger sister last night?" Everyone burst out laughing. After eating the things in their hands, everyone began to look for the cardboard box, took out the poker, and fought the landlord. I turned on the Walkman, put on my headphones and closed my eyes and listened to the music. Nearly an hour passed, perhaps all getting up early, and the peasants were a little sleepy, and finally stopped playing cards, noisy, and dozed off in their seats one by one.
After five or six hours of bumps, we finally reached our destination. The head of the local cooperative led us into the meeting room quite warmly. Listening to the successful experience introduced by the cooperative, the farmers swept away the fatigue on the road, and their eyes shone with brilliance, and they took out small books one after another, carefully recorded, combined with the situation in their own villages, and had a heated discussion with the person in charge. When visiting the local agricultural machinery, everyone took out their mobile phones, several farmers took DV, and one farmer actually used an apple tablet. They saw rows of advanced large-scale agricultural machinery, just like seeing a baby, talking about the performance and advantages and disadvantages of some big guys.
On the way back, the farmers were excited, and one by one they all talked about the prospects of agricultural machinery cooperation. Lao Pi said that if the land can be intensively integrated, I will get a few more large agricultural machinery, and it is no problem to plant 10,000 acres of land. The pillar also rushed to say, ten thousand acres? My cooperative does not have enough to eat every year, and my full-caliber work volume can reach 30,000 acres. The director of agriculture has been smiling and listening, and then he has spoken, you guys, see people's treasures, right? Catch up with the central government's policy, go back and study the new way of cooperation, land contiguous management, large agricultural machinery, large agriculture, more energy! Everyone laughed when they said it. The secretary of the town party committee then said, "The peasants in our village are all right, that summer I checked the flood control, the car could not drive over, the old Li insisted that I go from his family's bud rice field, the crops are the lifeblood of the peasants! This spirit is incredible. Old Li smiled a little embarrassed, took a pack of good cigarettes from his pocket and distributed them to everyone. Everyone had just taken a few sips, and a female reporter in the group coughed and waved her palm from time to time to drive away the smoke. Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, and I'm embarrassed to put out all the smoke. A younger farmer took out his mobile phone, put on music, turned up the volume, and the song of "Into a New Era" came to his ears.
Outside the window, the spring snow is melting, the earth is sprouting, and spring is coming.