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

Zhu Xiaomin sat in the passenger seat and gave directions to the driver. Then he asked Huang Xiaojuan, "Where did you get the car from?"

Huang Xiaojuan said with a smile, "It was Deputy Section Chief Xu from the Agriculture Bureau. He attaches great importance to the work of our factory. He has visited us several times in the past few months and mentioned several times that you are doing distribution. This time, when he heard that you were going to ship goods, he made several reports to help us get a vehicle."

The driver interrupted: "Secretary Zhu doesn't know me. I have met Secretary Zhu. I am from the administrative office. Just call me Lao Zhao."

Zhu Xiaomin nodded repeatedly: "No wonder."

A big reason why the mountains are poor is the bad roads. Even if there are good things in the mountains, they cannot be transported out. Now that the food factory has the support of Xu Xilin, she feels much more at ease.

The car turned a corner along the dirt road and stopped in front of a fence gate. Huang Xiaojuan looked at the fence nailed together with various waste materials, and her heart became even more uneasy.

Xie Chengzhi jumped down from the back bucket, opened the door, let the car in, closed the fence door again, and got back into the car.

Behind the fence gate, there is a large piece of wasteland, and in the middle of the wasteland there is a yard built with red bricks.

Old Zhao no longer needed Zhu Xiaomin's directions and drove straight to the yard.

The courtyard wall is very high, a full five meters, and there is barbed wire on top. The gate is very wide, a full three meters, and is composed of two thick iron gates.

Xie Chengzhi jumped down again and shouted a few times towards the door. Then he saw an old man in his fifties coming out. When he saw him, he immediately opened the door and shouted inside.

Before the car drove in, Chen Xudong, Song Zhian and a group of people ran out of a warehouse and waved excitedly when they saw the car.

The warehouse in the middle was opened, the car was parked in front of the door, and everyone started to work together to move things down.

Miao Shiwen and Huang Xiaojuan stood together, counting the goods and taking notes in a notebook.

Zhu Xiaomin and Li Wenzhe followed him into the warehouse and arranged the goods for classification. They said, "Next time I deliver the goods, I'll send a telegram when I estimate when they'll arrive on the road. This time we're on holiday and everyone is here, otherwise we'd have to hire someone to move the goods."

Li Wenze had also discovered his own problem and nodded hurriedly: "I really didn't get it organized this time. I will pay more attention next time."

There wasn't much cargo to be transported this time, and in more than half an hour, everyone had finished moving all the cargo.

Zhu Xiaomin took a look at the record made by Miao Shiwen and said to everyone, "You can adjust the items and see how much is needed in each place. You can notify us to pick up the goods tomorrow."

The educated youth nodded immediately, and Chen Xudong took the record and copied it again.

Zhu Xiaomin smiled and said to Lao Zhao: "Master, you have worked hard all the way. Take a day off tomorrow and go back the day after tomorrow. Accountant Huang can also check on the distribution situation."

Old Zhao smiled at her and nodded.

Xie Chengzhi asked Li Wenzhe: "Are you going to live here or in our yard?"

Li Wenze was stunned: "Here?"

Zhu Xiaomin pointed to the warehouse next door and said, "During this holiday, Qingsheng, Zhian and others are staying here. There are also a few rooms next to the gatehouse, which can also be used for accommodation."

Those rooms were reserved for the militia in the future.

Li Wenzhe looked in the direction of her finger, then looked into the warehouse, and then looked at Xie Chengzhi.

Xie Chengzhi smiled: "Of course you guys will live with me, and Shiwen can live with Xiaomin."

In other words, there was no spare room in that yard.

Li Wenzhe immediately said, "Let's live here. I also want to know more about the situation here." Then he remembered and asked Zhu Xiaomin, "Director, is this okay?"

Zhu Xiaomin smiled and said, "Let's go over and have dinner together tomorrow. We can talk about anything tomorrow." She said to Huang Xiaojuan, "There are only young men here. Come back with us."

Huang Xiaojuan was eager to sit with her more and immediately nodded in agreement.

Li Wenzhe and Lao Zhao were left to be taken care of by the educated youth, while Zhu Xiaomin and a few others took Huang Xiaojuan back to the courtyard where they lived.

At this time, Jiang Xiaochen had finished his homework, the children in the village had all left, and Mrs. Jiang had prepared dinner. Several people sat around the table eating and chatting.

Huang Xiaojuan talked about the situation in the village and then the school, sighing: "Although Teacher Qi and Teacher Guo are both good, they are not as good as when you were here. My Xiaogang kept saying that reciting poems in the classroom is not as fast as reciting them in the mountains, and it is more interesting."

Zhu Xiaomin asked: "What about the morning exercise?"

Huang Xiaojuan smiled, "We still run now. The old classroom has been demolished and the ground has been leveled, making it easier to run. Now my son Xiaogang leads us in running and reciting poems." She said this with pride, then sighed, "It's a pity that after you left, the weekly field trips are over."

Zhu Xiaomin smiled, "Xiaogang is a very good kid." Then she said helplessly, "They brought the kids up the mountain, probably because they were afraid they couldn't take care of them." Then she asked, "Has the classroom been renovated?"

Huang Xiaojuan nodded: "Yes, it will be built in the backyard. Only a small piece of the original vegetable plot will be left. The two teachers will still live in the front yard. The outer yard where you used to live will become the propaganda team's office, and someone will be on duty at night."

Zhu Xiaomin was slightly stunned, but nodded: "It turns out that the propaganda team rehearsed in the courtyard of the brigade headquarters, and the coming and going of members did have an impact."

Huang Xiaojuan nodded: "The brigade also needs a few more rooms for storage, so we moved them there."

It seems that the harvest is getting better and better.

Zhu Xiaomin asked: "What about the new varieties of corn? How is it this year?"

"Ah!" Huang Xiaojuan slapped her thigh, "I almost forgot, corn is delicious at this time, we brought some for you, I forgot to bring it over."

Miao Shiwen laughed: "I asked them to put the corn out separately, but they forgot about it when they turned around."

Zhu Xiaomin sighed: "Forget it, if those guys saw it, they would probably have cooked it and eaten it. I wonder if they can leave a few for us."

Several people laughed when they heard it.

Niuniu, who was eating next to her, said softly, "Mom, I want to eat corn."

Zhu Xiaomin turned around and scratched her nose: "We'll go get it tomorrow. I hope those greedy uncles don't eat it all up."

Niu Niu pouted, looking aggrieved. She looked eagerly at Mrs. Jiang and then at Jiang Xiaochen.

Jiang Xiaochen stood up and said, "I'll go get some."

"We're eating, why are you leaving?" Mrs. Jiang pushed him back to sit.

Zhu Xiaomin said, "If you want to go, go ahead. Ride your bike over there and come back with what you got. It's getting late."

Jiang Xiaochen nodded immediately and finished the rice in his bowl in two or three bites. He said to Niuniu, "Niuniu, wait for me. Brother will get you some corn." Then he ran out, pushed Zhu Xiaomin's bicycle at the door and rode out.

The adults here finished their meal. Xie Chengzhi took the three children to play in the yard. Miao Shiwen went to help Mrs. Jiang clean the stove. Zhu Xiaomin wiped the table and brought a pot of water. She and Huang Xiaojuan continued to sit and talk.