If you have the original manuscript but the factory still can't make it, that's really wrong.

When people left the ward, Yang Xiaotao stretched and lay down on the hospital bed to rest.

The next day, Yang Xiaotao was discharged from the hospital and followed Gao Yufeng back to the farm.

A few days passed, and a heavy snow fell. Except for the traces of re-sewing of the broken holes, all the colors on the ground were covered up, and the smell of gunpowder smoke was replaced by the smoke rising from the house.

"Teacher Yang!"

When Yang Hongye and his children saw Yang Xiaotao coming back, they ran over one after another. There was a rumbling outside that day, which was terrible.

When they came out and didn't see Yang Xiaotao, they were all frightened.

Later, Gao Yufeng comforted them, which made things better.

"Teacher Yang, are you okay?"

"Teacher Yang, where are you injured?"

"Teacher Yang..."

Yang Xiaotao nodded to the child, to Ma Sanxing who came out, and to the remaining 'comrades'.

The group of people did not enter the house, but walked to the cemetery nearby.

There were originally more than a dozen graves here, but now, the number has increased several times.

Standing in front of the grave, everyone felt sad.

Yang Xiaotao only felt that the weather was so cold and there were so few people.

"The Tomb of Martyr Ma Dangxian!"

He stood in front of the grave and remained silent for a long time.

What is buried here is just flesh and blood wrapped in clothes!

The farm manager Ma Sanxing stood aside.

"Teacher Yang."

"Director."

"We went to find this." Ma Sanxing put a piece of wood and a broken bayonet in front of his eyes.

Yang Xiaotao's nose felt sour.

"Old Ma, have you found it?"

The field director shook his head.

Yang Xiaotao tremblingly picked up the broken bayonet, which was covered with scars.

"Teacher Yang, there is no place within ten miles that I don't know about..."

"Teacher Yang, what do you want these for..."

"I'll be a good boy..."

There seemed to be sounds in the air, familiar voices.

"Director, Lao Ma, do you have any relatives?"

The field director shook his head and said, "I don't know. But I've never heard him mention it, so maybe not."

"Where are Captain Mu and Xiao Gao?"

"Team Mu has a son. As for Xiao Gao, he has no relatives."

The field manager sighed and left.

Return to your residence again.

Familiar house, familiar environment, but no familiar face.

In the room, Yang Xiaotao wrapped the bayonet in a strip of cloth and placed it in the space with Platoon Commander Du's letter.

As for the piece of wood, under Yang Xiaotao's will, Xiaowei pushed it with all her strength and slowly shrank it into a normal-sized bullet.

A red bullet left the word "Blood Willow" on it.

Yang Xiaotao hung it on his chest to remind himself of it all the time.

eye for eye!

At noon, Yang Xiaotao walked into the classroom. Below him were more than thirty "students" who had just put down their guns. They were all sitting upright, holding notebooks and pens in their hands, looking attentive.

Their task is arduous and there is no room for error.

Yang Xiaotao stood on the podium, and the monitor shouted, "Stand up!"

brush

"Hello, Teacher Yang."

brush

Everyone bowed and saluted.

Yang Xiaotao also returned the gift.

"sit!"

Everyone sat down.

Yang Xiaotao looked at everyone, and then bowed again.

"This bow, thanks to everyone, saved the farm."

brush

Everyone stood up again to return the courtesy and then sat down.

It was not until this time that Yang Xiaotao entered the formal course.

Chalk was drawn on the blackboard, and soon a corn seed was drawn, and Yang Xiaotao began to mark the name on it.

"Today, let's get to know corn."

"This is the seed of corn..."

In class, everyone listened attentively...

.....

Sijiucheng, steel rolling mill.

In the conference room, senior management of the steel rolling mill gathered for a meeting again.

In the past, meetings were lively and lively, with everyone expressing their opinions.

Now the meeting is lively and lively, and everyone just claps.

On the rostrum, Secretary Wang sat upright.

With only Yang Youning beside him, Chen Gong left the steel rolling mill on the pretext that he was on a business trip.

Below, nine workshop directors are sitting together, followed by other personnel.

Unexpectedly, Qiu Yuan sat at the end of the nine people, and the ten people happened to be in the first row.

This also kept the attendees guessing.

"Comrades, this time the superiors have given us the task of the pressure cooker again, which is a sign of their importance and trust in our steel rolling mill."

"This shows that the results we have achieved during this period are remarkable..."

Wang Fuhan has been emphasizing the changes in the steel rolling mill, which makes Yang Youning feel uncomfortable and helpless.

Did the other party do the right thing?

Yes, but some, absolutely.

Just like this meeting, there was no discussion with him. The superior documents were directly presented so that he could know the contents early and could not object.

Because the other party's reasons are very good.

A steel rolling mill should focus on higher-level tasks.

Steel rolling mills must obey the leadership of superiors.

well!

No matter what, the meat is rotten in the pot. I just hope that this guy won't be too harsh.

Yang Youning thought, looking down at Qiu Yuan, who was listening carefully with an excited expression, and frowned.

This person is not as upright as he appears.

He glanced at Wang Fuhan who was speaking again, feeling a little unsure about the relationship between the two people.

One is magnanimous in heart and dedicated to serving the public good, while the other is full of treachery and harbors evil intentions.

How could two people get together?
To be continued...