The educated youth was reborn and wanted to disappear, but he was locked into a military marriage.

Gu Mancang stretched out his chopsticks to pick up a mustard shred and tasted it. He chewed it and nodded again and again: "This is carefully made and is much more delicious than just adding salt."

Zhu Xiaomin smiled: "It's not sophisticated, it's just the seasonings we usually use, such as Sichuan peppercorns and aniseed. Just boil the water, let it cool and pour it in. I didn't add much chili pepper. I'm afraid some people won't be used to it because it's too spicy." Yes, just add a little bit to enhance the flavor.”

Gu Mancang nodded, looked at her and smiled: "After this autumn harvest, you can pass on your experience and teach everyone."

"Sure!" Zhu Xiaomin agreed happily.

After finishing speaking, Gu Mancang asked again: "What is this salt purification?"

Zhu Xiaomin smiled: "Uncle, the salt we usually eat comes in pieces. It will be a bit astringent when cooking, and the taste is not very good. After we bought it, we have purified the coarse salt, so that the dishes will not be astringent when cooked." , went to pick up the salt shaker and showed it to him, "This is the purified one."

Gu Mancang stretched his head to look and saw fine white salt foam in the jar. He asked in surprise: "You mean, this is made with our original salt?"

Zhu Xiaomin nodded: "Yes, actually, you just need to dissolve it, filter it, and then dry out the water."

Zhang Qiaomei next to her pursed her lips and smiled: "Secretary, this used to be a whole jar, but after purification, only half a jar is left."

"So much less?" Gu Mancang looked disappointed.

Many people will be reluctant to part with it.

Zhu Xiaomin said with a smile: "What is filtered out are impurities, what's the pity?" But he also knew that it is difficult for people to eat salt now, so he didn't say much and took the salt shaker back.

Being tempted by kimchi, Gu Mancang still ate a roasted potato, but in the end he refused the porridge and only drank a bowl of water.

Xie Chengzhi knew that he had something to do, so he sat next to him and asked, "Secretary, is there any work to be done?"

Gu Mancang nodded: "The task conveyed by the superiors requires you to send a few people to go to the countryside with the town propaganda team to do propaganda work. It is best to have people who can sing and dance, and some who can write well."

"Nie Yifei is the one with beautiful handwriting." Zhang Qiaomei said beside him.

Xing Qingsheng was dissatisfied: "Zhu Xiaomin's handwriting is also beautiful, as is Xie Chengzhi's."

Zhu Xiaomin waved her hand: "I can't sing or dance, so why not let Song Zhian do it."

Song Zhian smiled: "They didn't say that everyone should be in plenary session." He turned to Gu Mancang and asked, "Secretary, did you say how many people there are?"

"Four or five, we'll go down for a week and the propaganda team will provide meals." Gu Mancang said.

Miao Shiwen said: "Going for a week? Xiaomin has work in the team, so I'm afraid she won't be able to go."

Xie Chengzhi nodded: "Neither can I." He glanced towards the yard and pointed at people, "Nie Yifei is good at calligraphy and can also sing. Let him go. In addition, Song Zhian, Wu Xulin, Yang Aijun, Zhang Qiaomei..."

Before he finished speaking, Miao Shiwen had already shaken his head: "Song Zhian and Wu Xulin have left. There is no team leader for the first and second groups, and no one will discuss anything later."

Song Zhian immediately said: "Then let Wu Xulin go, I will stay."

When he went down with the propaganda team, the propaganda team usually brought food, and the food was much better, but there wasn't much going on. When a few people heard what he said, they didn't have any objections. Only Yang Aijun looked at the other people, opened his mouth, but didn't say anything.

The next day, Nie Yifei, Wu Xulin, Yang Aijun, and Zhang Qiaomei packed their luggage and went to the town, and went to the countryside with the propaganda team.

The people who stayed behind finished the rest of the chicken coop and started planning where to plant vegetables in the yard.

Although the yard of this educated youth spot is large, except for the coldest months in winter, all activities are usually done in the yard. If these areas are left, the area that can be planted is really very small.

After everyone selected them together, we selected a few vegetables to plant. However, when we were planning the land, we looked at each small piece of land and felt a little frustrated.

Without Nie Yifei hanging in front of her eyes, Zhu Xiaomin felt that the air was a little fresher, and she was indescribably happy. Seeing everyone's depression, she persuaded them in a good mood: "We are just taking the first step now, take it slow. There are always more solutions than difficulties.”

There it is again.

Xie Chengzhi couldn't help but be amused.

But thinking about the past few years, they didn't even have this little land, and they didn't know how long they had been envious of other people's private land. Now they can finally grow some vegetables. Although it doesn't matter if they have enough to eat, it is better than having nothing to eat.

Miao Shiwen and the male educated youths were busy renovating the courtyard of the educated youth point. Zhu Xiaomin had to go to the brigade headquarters every day, doing whatever he had to do, and coming back to help when there was no work.

When I entered the brigade headquarters that day, I greeted everyone as usual. When I entered Gumancang's office, I saw Chang Hailiang, the captain of the Fourth Production Team, also there. He asked in surprise: "Why do we have to transport saplings now?"

The fourth production team is responsible for transporting saplings every year.

Gu Mancang shook his head: "Now we are choosing the tree species we want to plant, and we need to report the saplings from each village."

Zhu Xiaomin nodded. When he saw two people discussing tree species, he didn't understand either, so he turned around and went to his office.

The spring plowing had not started, and the work had not started. In fact, there was nothing to do. Zhu Xiaomin did a simple cleaning. When he saw that the others had left, he closed the door and went to Gumancang's office again.

When Gu Mancang saw her coming in, he pointed at the chair and offered her a seat. He poured her a glass of water and smiled, "Have you gotten used to it after these days?"

Zhu Xiaomin nodded: "I have been working in our forest farm for several years, but I don't have this job. I come and go to the brigade frequently. It's just more fixed work, so there's nothing uncomfortable about it."

Gu Mancang looked at her with admiration: "Not everyone is willing to take this job."

Writing work is trivial, and even Zhu Xiaomin was not willing to do it before.

Zhu Xiaomin smiled: "It doesn't take much energy." After being polite, he pulled a chair in front of him and asked seriously, "Secretary, what are our tasks for this year? What kind of trees are they?"

Gu Mancang said: "After the rain, there will be 10% more trees this year than last year. That is to say, 20,000 acres of trees will be planted, of which pine, poplar, cypress, and fir trees will account for 80%, and the other 20% will be planted." We decide for ourselves.”

Zhu Xiaomin's eyes flashed and she quickly asked: "What's the secretary's plan?"

Gu Mancang shook his head: "The team will hold a meeting to discuss this in the next few days."

"Uncle." Zhu Xiaomin approached him again and asked hurriedly, "Have you considered fruit trees? We will plant some fruit tree seedlings, and we will have fruit harvest in two to three years, or maybe three to five years."

Gu Mancang was stunned for a moment, then asked: "Fruit trees? But there are orchards in Xiawan."

"We can research new varieties." Zhu Xiaomin said immediately. "The fruits we have here are of a single variety and have average taste. We can plant them first and then cultivate new varieties." Zhu Xiaomin said immediately.

"New varieties?" Gu Mancang was stunned, and nodded slowly for a moment, "This is a good idea, but... to cultivate new varieties, we need professional talents. If we do it, isn't that a blind man riding a blind horse?"