Reborn 1980: Scientific research leader farms to serve the motherland

An Ning looked proud, and An Guoming was so angry that his teeth itched.

But I can't fight, and I don't dare to fight.

It seems too much to say.

An Guoming only felt that his status was declining day by day.

After breakfast, everyone went about their work.

An Guoming started his long day under An Ning's supervision.

And An Ning, holding a small willow stick, followed leisurely behind, carrying a Chinese book and a political book in his mouth.

Whenever An Guoming is slow or lazy, An Ning can wave the willow stick accurately.

With a snap, the wicker hit the object next to An Guoming accurately, leaving a finger-thick mark.

"You are murdering your own brother!"

An Ning, who was behind, stepped forward with disapproval, pointed at the marks on the wall and said, "Second brother, how can you not believe me?"

"I'm definitely going to hit you wherever I want, so feel free to do it boldly."

An Guoming felt uneasy at all.

"Second brother, that pig just contributed fresh fertilizer to you."

An Guoming was wearing a pair of boots, holding a large spade, and had just finished tidying up a pigsty.

But An Ning's words made him turn around and see a pig with innocent eyes looking at him.

A pile of freshly steamed poop was just below the pig's butt.

At this moment, An Guoming had only one thought. If he was drinking and driving, he would be that pig.

The person appointed by An Guoming to shovel the manure was finally cleaned up.

When An Guoming came out, An Ning stood more than a meter away in disgust and commented to the pig pen: "It's quite clean."

"right?"

An Guoming seemed a bit eager to take credit.

"Yes, brother usually handles it well, otherwise you would have been flooded as soon as you entered."

An Ning's words made An Guoming sick. Why is it so graphic?

But An Ning was right. An Guoqing cleaned up feces every day, so there wasn't much work left for him.

After cleaning the pig pen, An Ning took An Guoming up the mountain.

Today, we need to water the fruit trees.

Although there is the help of the Panlong Water Channel, each tree still needs to be controlled manually.

However, under An Ning's design, there is a water pipe not far away.

Under the influence of An Ning's money, electricity was also connected to the mountain.

Countless small water pumps are arranged. When watering, just press the switch and one person holds the water pipe.

An Guoming was holding a water pipe and watering a peach tree.

"Little sister, this saves a lot of trouble."

"That's true."

The two people started to think about the fruit trees, and discussed what to do when the fruit trees bear fruit, how to sell them, etc.

"Little sister, how many years did it take for you to get results?"

"Some take a year or two, and some can bear fruit this year. It's different."

An Ning pointed to a tree and said, "Let's just talk about this peach. I bought several kinds, including honey peaches, yellow peaches, and the same with the plum tree. There are several kinds, and the ages of the trees are different."

"Let's take a look this year to see which one tastes better. Next year we can have more varieties. There are still many in the mountains."

An Guoming nodded repeatedly. The little sister had thought very carefully.

An Guoming watered the water for more than two hours, and An Ning asked him to leave.

There are always people working on the mountain, fertilizing, watering, pruning branches, and looking after the trees.

A small house was built on the mountain, and people lived in it, including the two fruit farmers An Ning invited back.

Not only that, An Ning also bought a lot of books on growing fruit trees. When she had nothing to do, she took everyone to read and study together.

An Ning and An Guoming came down from the mountain and returned home.

An Guoming carried his hoe to the backyard vegetable garden to loosen the soil and prepare to plant vegetables.

An Ning went up the mountain alone.

No one cared what she was going to do. When she left, she told Lin Cuihua that there was no need to leave food for her and that she would come back later.

Lin Cuihua anxiously packed some big buns that she had just steamed for An Ning and told her to be careful.

An Ning held a sickle, a wicker basket on her back, and a big bun in her hand, eating and walking up the mountain.

Not long after walking, the buns in my hand were gone.

She focused on finding the way and going up the mountain.

An Ning went up the mountain not for anything else, but for the note given by the deceased Third Master.

On the note is an address, or a simple small map.

It looks like it was painted by the Third Master himself. It is very clear and the trees and stones have their own unique positions.

There was a rough address on the note. An Ning often went to the mountain and had some impression of this address. She was going to go up the mountain to have a look.

The ground became more and more shaky, and An Ning kept waving the sickle in his hand, cutting off the messy branches in front of him.

She felt like she had been walking for more than an hour. Standing on the mountainside and looking up, she saw two peaks towering into the clouds.

There is a narrow passage between the two peaks. The map shows that you need to walk through this narrow path.

An Ning first looked at the time. It would be dark in about four hours.

It's about time.

An Ning continued to climb the mountain.

At the back, the sickle was put away by An Ning. She put on gloves on her hands and climbed up using her hands and feet.

It turns out that the place where the two peaks meet is not on the plane, but a little higher than the two peaks, about tens of meters or even a hundred meters away.

The higher you go, the more dangerous the terrain is.

Gradually, the surrounding areas were filled with stones, and there were fewer traces of vegetation.

An Ning kept looking for a focus and climbed up step by step.

"It seems that the Third Master trusts my abilities."

An Ning glanced down, not afraid at all, but a little excited.

She likes exciting things.

An Ning couldn't help but think that she was a bit contradictory.

I like farming slowly, but I also like exciting things like this.

Don't think too much and continue climbing peacefully.

In fact, the deceased Third Master never wanted An Ning to climb this mountain alone.

The old man thought that An Ning would find someone to accompany him.

Unfortunately, it took less than half an hour for her to climb up a mountain that seemed dangerous to outsiders.

An Ning grabbed two rocks, jumped hard, and stood on the flat ground between the two peaks.

"Oh---"

An Ning quickly stood sideways against the wall, grabbing a raised stone with her hands to use force.

It was easy to climb up, but as soon as she came up, she was almost blown down by the wind from a high place.

An Ning lowered her head and bent over, waiting for the wind to blow over.

The biting cold wind cut into An Ning's face like a knife, causing pain on An Ning's face.

She covered her face with one hand and walked forward against the wind under her head.

The map shows that there should be a cave in the middle of the mountain.

An Ning walked from one end to the other, but found nothing.

She walked back from the other end, but still didn't see the cave.

An Ning refused to leave and thought about the map.

Rocks, trees, unique shapes.

An Ning looked around and fixed his gaze on a broken tree.