Chapter 9 Outstanding Rewards

What a big surprise.

480 hens laid nearly 300 eggs.

This was not something Su Xiangyu conjured up out of thin air; it was something Zhu Lin saw when she sneaked into the chicken coop at around five in the morning.

Almost every hen went into the nest to lay eggs.

She couldn't believe her eyes. She rubbed them for a long time and almost rubbed them until they were swollen before she could believe her eyes. She could only believe that in winter, almost all the hens laid eggs.

"Cousin, Director Feng, come and see, the hen is laying eggs." She walked in the snow, one step deep and one step shallow, like a crazy woman.

"All the hens are laying eggs. Really, there is hardly an empty nest. If you don't believe me, go and see for yourself."

Zhu Lin was so excited that she was incoherent: "Now, I can finally make up for the amount from the previous few days."

No one knows what Feng Mingxun is thinking.

But what Su Xiangyu knew was that he ran to the chicken coop and made a circle before going back, taking one deep step and one shallow step.

"Oh my God, she's an expert at raising chickens. It's said that she can even provide psychological therapy to chickens. She's really amazing." said Hou Yong, a male educated youth who came to join in the fun.

Gao Zhanguo said: "When I look at her now, she is simply radiant."

Before going to work, all the educated youth, both male and female, ran to the chicken coop and witnessed with their own eyes the grand spectacle of eggs being transported out of the chicken coop. They all smiled so hard that their mouths could not close, and looking at the round eggs, they were reluctant to leave.

Su Xiangyu, who was radiant in the eyes of everyone, had just finished brushing her teeth in the morning and straightened up.

A red sun enveloped her like a halo.

"I heard that the headquarters has issued a document to reward educated youth who have made outstanding contributions to the farm. Our educated youth Su's contribution can be considered a special contribution, right?" Hou Yong whispered.

Gao Zhanguo's voice was also low: "But why did I hear that Su Xiangxiu and her cultural troupe are also competing for this Outstanding Contribution Award?"

"Who will you vote for then?" Hou Yong said.

Gao Zhanguo thought for a moment and said, "That must be Su Xiangxiu. Haven't you seen that they have been performing in various venues without stopping since they arrived? Today, they finally got a break, but they led the troupe out in the cold wind. Oh, I feel so sorry for them. Compared with their art troupe, the female educated youth on our farm are not even women."

"Although I also think that the performance of the art troupe is good and has brought a new atmosphere to our entire farm, but what is a farm for? It is for production. If production cannot be increased, what's the point of doing anything? If it were me, I would vote for Su Xiangyu," said Hou Yong.

"If you dare to vote for Su Xiangyu, you are not my brother, get out of here."

The two men were walking on the road carrying hoes and baskets, chattering and arguing fiercely over the vote that had not yet been cast.

Of course, they would never know that there was a lifetime ago, because of their goddess Su Xiangxiu, they have now gone to see Marx.

"Look, look, Su Xiangyu is coming. Hey, she seems... amazing recently. I wonder how she raises chickens to make them lay so many eggs." Her face is more hydrated than before, her skin is whiter, and she looks more confident.

Not bad, there is finally a female educated youth on the farm who is pleasing to the eye. I'll have to take a closer look at her.

Su Xiangyu put peanuts into her mouth and walked out of the farm under the gazes of the male educated youth.

In fact, what the chickens lacked at the beginning was stone powder and old lime, but they also lacked calcium powder and phosphorus powder. If they did not have these two things, when the phosphorus and calcium stored in their bodies were used up, they would no longer lay eggs.

A few days ago, she asked Yu Lei to go to Ye Xiangdong to buy something, namely calcium powder and phosphorus powder. Because at that time she observed the color of chicken manure and eggshells, she found that the calcium and phosphorus content in the chicken's body was seriously insufficient.

After Zhu Lin took over the chicken coop, first of all, the chickens could not continuously consume trace elements.

Second, Zhu Lin was only thinking about keeping the chickens warm, but didn't know how to ventilate the room. She didn't open the doors and windows, causing the chickens to mistakenly believe that it was still dark.

Although it is natural for hens to lay eggs, they are also very sensitive. Since it is not dawn, they will certainly not work hard to lay eggs.

And if one infects another, they won't lay eggs.

Now, she feeds the chickens calcium powder and phosphorus powder. These two elements help in the synthesis of eggshells. In addition, she knows to open the windows for ventilation in the morning to let the chickens know that it is daybreak and it is time to work hard to synthesize and lay eggs. Of course, the chickens will lay eggs.

So technology is the primary productive force, and she is now the power of technology.

Su Xiangyu was wearing hot self-heating insoles on her feet, fleece-lined leggings, and a woolen sweater on top. Although she was wearing a patched and wrinkled army green homespun jacket, it was warm inside, and every time she took a step, hot white mist came out of her mouth.

She had to continue to carry out the next task assigned to her by the system.

Harlem Ranch is far away, and it just had a snowstorm. The snow is knee-deep, so it's not easy to walk there.

When she left the farm, she saw the news about the publicity for outstanding awards.

The reason for the outstanding contribution award is that there was a document issued from above requiring each farm to go deep into the surrounding pastures and take the initiative to help the illiterate local herders out of poverty.

As soon as the branch received the task, the art troupe led by Su Xiangxiu volunteered to go to Harlem Ranch to carry out cultural propaganda in the countryside.

However, how could such a small thing cost a life and cause conflict between farms and forestry farms?

This Su Xiangxiu is not a heartthrob, this is Conan.

People can die wherever you go.

Of course, the girls from the art troupe were taken there by the captain of the male educated youth team, Hong Youming, who drove the only tractor in the field.

Su Xiangyu wanted to go to Harlem Ranch, so she had to wade through the snow.

Fortunately, she had self-heating insoles on her feet and her trouser legs were tied tightly, so her body was not too cold after she warmed up.

Before reaching Harlin Ranch, Su Xiangyu saw a person lying in a snow pile in a strange posture in front of a temporary tent.

It was an old lady, with her head buried in the snow. It looked like she fell in accidentally.

She walked up quickly and pulled the old lady out of the snow. She touched her nose and found that the old lady was still breathing. How could she have fallen into the snow?

Moreover, Su Xiangyu also knew this old lady. She was Hasha, the mother of the three brothers Bart, who were herdsmen at Harlin Ranch.

Su Xiangyu recognized her because she often came to the ranch to do publicity.

"Grandma Hasa, are you dizzy or what? How did you fall in the snow?" Su Xiangyu said.

"I can't live anymore. Five beautiful female educated youth surrounded me, sang and danced, gave me warmth and explained policies to me. They only taught me a dozen words, and I didn't remember any of them. I am too ashamed to see anyone. I can't live anymore." The old lady said crying.

Su Xiangyu roughly understood what was going on. Su Xiangxiu and the girls from her art troupe came, sang and danced around Hasa, and taught her a few words. Then, thinking that they had brought knowledge to the countryside and to the hands of an old lady, they went back happily to wait for recognition.

At that time, Hasha probably nodded and said that he had memorized it all, but when the others left, he found that they had also taken away the words they taught.

"What word is it? Why can't you remember it?" Su Xiangyu said, rubbing the old lady's frozen face.

"What about father and mother? What about the party? Oh, I can't even recite them, let alone remember them. I am guilty. I am a sinner of our Chinese country." said the old lady.

"Father and mother are closer, but the Party is closer. Sons and daughters are closer, but the organization is closer. Is this the sentence?"

"Yes, that's it. They want me to perform on the farm tomorrow. Tell me, my daughter, what's the point of living? I love the organization and the country in my heart, but I can't remember them. I have become a traitor to the people." Grandma Hasha said, and then she burst into tears.

Unfortunately, none of her three sons and two daughters-in-law were at home today. They must have gone out to graze. There was no one to comfort her. No wonder the anxious old grandmother committed suicide.

The three Bart brothers are famous for their bad tempers on the ranch.

When he came back and found that his mother was dead, would he not run to the farm with a homemade gun and fight?

Su Xiangyu didn't say much. She picked up the pen and drew the words Hami, Lati and Bat on the snow, and then wrote a sentence next to it: "Hasha loves you."

Pointing to the words on the snow, she said, "Look, these are the names of your sons. This is Hami, this is Lati, this is Bat, and you are here, Hasha. The words at the end are 'I love you all'. Put these words together, and you get Hami, Lati and Bat. Hasha loves you all. If you can remember them, the organization will still reward you when you go to the farm to perform tomorrow."

"Really, this is my Hami, and this is Lati? Oh my, the two words 'Bat' look big and strong, just like my Bart." The old lady couldn't get enough of the words, so she asked Su Xiangyu to teach her how to read them. She loved them so much that she wanted to roll on them.

"But do these words count?" Hasha was still worried about this.

After all, Su Xiangyu was an old acquaintance of hers. Whenever she came, she would just go into the tent, cross her legs and drink milk tea. Everyone would stir the milk tea with their fingers, and she would also stir it with her fingers. Everyone would lick their fingers, and she would also lick it.

But the group of girls who came before were different. Although they were very enthusiastic, they disliked the smell in her yurt and refused to go in. They also disliked the smell of her milk tea and refused to drink it.

She was afraid that Su Xiangyu was not from the same group as the one that had just arrived.

"As long as it's a word, it counts. Don't worry, no matter what word you recognize, we will recognize it." Su Xiangyu said, patting his chest.

Moreover, in order to help Hasa remember all the words, Su Xiangyu went into the felt tent again, took out a pen, wrote them on paper, and pasted them on the head of the old lady's bed.

When she came out of the pasture, she looked back and saw Grandma Hasa still in the yard, walking around the names of their family.

As he turned, he sang: "Hami, Lati and Bat, Harsha loves you."

"There are eleven words in total, which is considered to have exceeded the task requirement. Is there a big reward?" Su Xiangyu said to the system out of thin air.

[Do you dare to teach the old lady one more word? ]

This is still a joke system.

"I'm working as a salesperson, and the pay is as cheap as cabbage. It's already great that I can complete the task, and they don't teach me a single word more," said Su Xiangyu.

She also wanted to eat spicy crayfish, and have a hotpot, drink and a big plate of chicken to increase some calories. A life only costs fifty dollars, what can she get?

I really didn't expect that when I returned to the farm, I would run into Ye Xiangdong standing in the snow with his hands in his pockets, leaning against an oil barrel.

Tall, handsome, and looks like he's not someone you want to mess with.

"Comrade Xiaoye, you are going to sell eggs, right? How are the sales?" Su Xiangyu said.

Ye Xiangdong hummed softly, and suddenly said, "I almost went to see Max today."

He was wearing an extra military coat, but he looked very unhappy. So, selling eggs actually came with risks?

Su Xiangyu asked, and of course Ye Xiangdong started talking.

It turned out that he had taken a fancy to a military coat of a local gangster and had agreed to exchange it for thirty eggs, so he rolled the eggs in an iron bucket and ran to exchange them for the coat.

As a result, when he arrived at the gangster's house, the gangster took out a homemade gun, stole all the eggs in his oil barrel filled with wheat bran, and then threw the military coat to him.

"You exchanged one hundred eggs for a military coat?" Su Xiangyu said in surprise.

"It's not that I couldn't beat that gangster, but that gangster had a child who looked quite pitiful. I wanted to beat him up, but I couldn't hit his father with the child in front of me," said Ye Xiangdong.

Su Xiangyu remembered that this guy was soft-hearted. He even gave her his own toothpaste because he saw that her teeth were yellow.

In fact, doing business is doing business. If a person is soft-hearted, he will never be able to do business.

So, she now looks down on Ye Xiangdong.

But if she wants to feed animals scientifically, she needs his chemical raw materials.

"How about this, even if we suffer a loss this time, you should not sell eggs to those gangsters anymore, okay? Sell them to women, children, and old grandpas and grandmas. These people won't beat you, okay?" Su Xiangyu said.

However, it would have been fine if she hadn't said this, and Ye Xiangdong would have let it go too.

But when Su Xiangyu said this, Ye Xiangdong's anger flared up again: "How many times have I said that I have been the leader of the children in our General Staff compound since I was a child? It's not that I can't beat a gangster, I just don't want to beat his father in front of the child. Do you know what a father is? He is a mountain in the child's heart. If his father falls, his self-confidence collapses."

He kicked the oil barrel, and it made a buzzing sound in the snow.

"You are working so hard just to achieve political achievements for Feng Mingxun, right? Su Xiangyu, how long have you known Feng Mingxun? Do you know his background? And do you know what kind of person he is, and why are you working so hard for him?"

Breathing out two lines of white air, he took off his military coat and wrapped it around Su Xiangyu, then turned her body and said, "Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore. Wear my clothes and I'll help you roll the bucket back."

Even though he lost seventy eggs, he still has a chauvinistic temper.

But with an oil barrel rolling on the vast snowy field, why did Ye Xiangdong look like a giant rat?