Chapter 18 Red Scarf

In fact, this was what Yu Lei experienced last night.

After being baptized by Su Xiangyu's love, he ran to the art troupe's separate dormitory with a stove to ask for his own eggs.

At that time, several girls were drying themselves, and of course, eggs were cooking on the roaring stove.

Yu Lei knocked on the door, of course, wanting to suppress the matter and get his eggs back.

Su Xiangxiu was the group leader, so of course she ordered the girls to return the eggs to the owner.

However, when Wang Qiushi gave the eggs to Yu Lei with a smile, he said, "You must be afraid of Su Xiangyu, so you don't dare to give us eggs. You are such a coward."

As a man from Northeast China, Yu Lei is not afraid of anything else but provocation: "I am not afraid of my sister Su. It is my fault for stealing eggs in private."

"You said you stole the eggs yourself. Come quickly, catch the egg thief. Come quickly." Wang Qiushi pushed Yu Lei out of the door and suddenly shouted loudly.

"What are you doing? Why are you pushing me?" Yu Lei said.

Wang Qiushi was a thief. He pointed at Yu Lei and said, "What are you doing? I'm going to report you now. You stole eggs from the farm and wanted to give them to us. Not only did we not eat them, but we also wanted to report you for justice. You better run away now. I'm going to call someone to take you to the farm office."

Just like that, Yu Lei, like a frightened bird, ran out in the middle of the night with ten eggs in his arms, and wandered in the Gobi Desert outside all night because he was afraid that Wang Qiushi would really report him.

It was not until he woke up early in the morning and found out that the girls in the art troupe had not reported him that he came back.

"Sister, I'll follow you wherever you go, but the election for factory director will start before the New Year. Can we really achieve results in raising pigs? Those girls in the art troupe are too contemptuous. I feel uncomfortable." Yu Lei said, touching his head.

Su Xiangyu said decisively: "Not only can you, but you will be an expert in raising both chickens and pigs in the future. All the farms in the border town will invite you to work. Those girls in the art troupe can't afford you."

"Okay!" Yu Lei nodded heavily.

The conditions in the pig shed dormitory are much better than those in the chicken coop.

This is not to say that the dormitory conditions provided by the farm are good, but the female pigkeeper Feng Yueba herself is diligent enough. She not only feeds the pigs by herself, but also re-pastes three dormitories for herself. On the kang in the dormitory, there is a layer of straw underneath, and a mattress on top. She also pastes up all the leaky places in the room with mud.

Moreover, she prepared a warm kang for herself, so she could lie on it as soon as she entered the door. It was so warm and comfortable.

Hearing that Yu Lei and Su Xiangyu were going to raise pigs together, Feng Yueba prepared two kangs for them and even started a fire, heating the kangs with sheep dung swept from the Gobi Desert.

In the cold winter, having a heated kang makes the whole house warm, and life has really reached a new level.

"Raising pigs is a good job, but unfortunately others despise it and no one is willing to come. Su Zhiqing, you will live with me from now on," said Feng Yueba.

Su Xiangyu touched the kang and thought that this was very good and should be promoted immediately to the educated youth in the border areas.

[If there were heated beds, ten educated youth who froze to death because their beds were too cold could be saved, and the system would reward 50,000 gold coins.] The system gave timely reminders.

You see, raising pigs is a very rewarding job, and she is about to earn another five hundred dollars for herself.

The pig shed on the farm is actually not very big, and there are only eight pigs in it, including four sows and four boars. They are all native pigs with sharp heads and eyes, and look like wild boars.

This kind of pig only mates once a year and can produce about four or five piglets each time. It is really not easy to achieve results in a short period of time.

Therefore, not only Yu Lei was worried, even Feng Yueba felt that, raising pigs is just like raising pigs. We can just eat some pig feed and then spend the winter comfortably. There is no need to work so hard, right?

Su Xiangyu said, "Yueba, go to the warehouse and borrow the big scale. We need to weigh the pigs."

Feng Yueba was stunned for a moment and said, "Why are we weighing pigs?"

"Because we must double the weight of the boars within a month, and at the same time make all the sows pregnant," said Su Xiangyu.

If you take too big a step, you'll end up in trouble.

Although Su Xiangyu raised chickens and made all the chickens lay eggs.

But pigs are not chickens. Nowadays, local pigs only weigh about 100 kilograms after being fed for a year. She wants to grow a pig to 200 kilograms. At present, that is unthinkable.

"Or, let's set a smaller task and just raise all eight pigs until the New Year. After all, we will have to slaughter the pigs by then, and a pig weighing one hundred kilograms is enough. Su Zhiqing, I'm a little scared when you say that." Feng Yueba said.

Su Xiangyu said, "Yueba, just listen to me. The New Year is coming soon. Let's fatten the pigs so that the educated youth can eat more meat. Right? Go now."

Feng Yueba brought a little girl from next door and put her in Su Xiangyu's hands: "Then you take care of Xiaoman for me, I'll borrow a scale for us."

Feng Yueba was the oldest educated youth on the farm and the only female educated youth with a child. This little girl must have been abandoned by other female educated youths. Feng Yueba was soft-hearted and raised her.

The little girl's name was Xiaoman. She was very fat but very well behaved. She was always around the pigpen and few people saw her running around.

Of course, now she was just sitting on the kang, holding a piece of wheat bran cake in her hand, eating it slowly.

Feng Yueba went to borrow a scale, while Su Xiangyu directed Yu Lei to prepare to mark each pig.

"This pig sty is too dirty," said Yu Lei.

It is still morning and the sun is very strong today. As soon as it rises, the earth warms up and my body feels warm.

In fact, the border town is very beautiful in spring, summer and autumn, but the winter is the only one that is comfortable if you have food and drink and can lie comfortably on a warm kang.

However, having to work every day is simply a hellish nightmare.

And now, the system requires Su Xiangyu to transform it into a pleasant city to live in.

The goal is high, but we have to start from the ground up.

"So you have to make it cleaner. A lot of people will laugh at us for raising pigs. If you don't clean the pig shed, those girls in the art troupe will laugh at you even more." Su Xiangyu said.

Yu Lei's thoughts wavered briefly last night, but he became extremely firm after that. Now thinking back, wasn't he just a fool, making a laughing stock of the girls in the art troupe?

So, carrying the shovel, he said, "Sister, you want cleanliness, right? Just wait, in less than half an hour, I will give you a clean pigsty."

While eating, Yu Lei started working hard under the watchful eyes of Su Xiangyu.

On the other hand, Feng Mingxun still hasn't found the oil plug on his jeep. If he can't find the oil plug, he can't drive and can only ride a bicycle.

It was a bicycle. Even with gloves on, the knife-like wind from the border town still froze his hands.

Just as he was passing by the chemical plant, Feng Mingxun saw a child about five or six years old wandering outside the plant. He was standing in the snow, with a tattered felt hat on his head and a sheepskin coat on his body, shivering from the cold in the wind.

"Young man, are you looking for someone? Where are your father, mother, and your family?" Feng Mingxun stopped his bicycle and said.

The little guy shook his head and glared at Feng Mingxun stubbornly. He said nothing, and stared straight in the direction of the chemical plant dormitory with his eyes.

Feng Mingxun came to find Ye Xiangdong. After all, the oil plug of his jeep was broken. Normally, most people would not dare to touch the oil plug. If he had any grudge against anyone, in this border town, Ye Xiangdong was probably the only one left.

After all, when Mr. Ye came to the border town, Ye Xiangdong had strongly requested that the old man leave the car for the chemical plant, but because Feng Mingxun accompanied the old man well that time, the old man was happy and gave the jeep to him.

All men love cars, Feng Mingxun certainly knows this.

Especially when Ye Xiangdong later came to the chemical plant, the leaders of the chemical plant did not have jeeps to drive, but he drove a jeep. One can imagine how jealous Ye Xiangdong was.

Therefore, Feng Mingxun was almost certain that it was Ye Xiangdong who hid the oil plug of the jeep.

He really has a childish temper. No wonder Mr. Ye always makes him so angry. Isn't this the behavior of a mean person?

Mr. Ye's two generations of anti-Japanese soldiers, no one knows how he managed to raise such a big baby.

Feng Mingxun felt that he was a grown-up and was too generous to write a letter to complain. If he really wrote a letter to complain about Ye Xiangdong, it was estimated that from now on, the old man would really kick Ye Xiangdong's son out of the house.

However, the chemical plant was a military factory after all. He stood in the snow with the child for a long time, and then negotiated at the guard post for a long time, but he couldn't wait for Ye Xiangdong to come out. He could only ride a broken bicycle back to the farm with a gloomy heart.

On the farm, several girls from the art troupe were sitting around a warm stove, chatting about Su Xiangyu's pig farming and the reward given by the head farm.

Last night, there were performances in various venues, but the girls in the art troupe thought that they would have to be the best.

It is said that each member of the group that wins the Excellence Award will be awarded a red scarf.

So people like Wang Qiushi and Zheng Chunyu were already planning what to do when the red scarf arrived.

"Let's go take a photo. Everyone should wear a red scarf and take a photo in the photo studio of the headquarters. Then we will send it back to Shanghai to show our parents." Wang Qiushi said.

Zheng Chunyu said, "Come on, we may not be the best. Didn't you hear yesterday that Su Xiangyu's program received a lot of attention?"

Wang Qiushi then nudged Su Xiangxiu with his shoulder: "Xiangxiu, what do you think, who will be that outstanding person?"

Su Xiangxiu had been staying in bed. Her hands and feet were cold, so she was used to staying in bed. Of course, her bed was next to the stove and was the warmest bed.

"If it were me, I would vote for my sister because I think their performance was just outstanding." Su Xiangxiu said sincerely with her little face huddled in the quilt.

Wang Qiushi and Zheng Chunyu looked at each other and sneered at the same time: "Su Xiangyu is so lucky to have a sister like you. Why don't we have a sister like you?"

Of course, when they heard the sound of bicycle bells outside, several girls, especially Su Xiangxiu, immediately pulled back the quilt and got up from the bed: "It must be our Director Feng, let's go and see who got the excellent grade."

Zheng Chunyu opened the door immediately and said, "Director Feng, have you received the notice? Were we the ones who performed well yesterday?"

Feng Mingxun jumped off his bicycle and stood for a while before saying, "Su Xiangyu's group performance of "Feeding Chickens" received an excellent rating from the general audience."

Not to mention the girls in the art troupe who were shocked, even Su Xiangxiu in the room probably ran too fast and her foot hit the edge of the stove. There was a muffled sound, and a piercing pain spread from her foot to her whole body.

With a plop, she sat down on the ground.

The pain was simply unbearable.