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Liu Xia Lian smiled and said, "County Magistrate Ma actually didn't say one more thing. You want the agricultural machinery factory to return to a scale of 300 people within two years."

County Magistrate Ma was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter: "How did you guess that?"

"The farm machinery factory collapsed, and the workers complained everywhere. You are under a lot of pressure. If the farm machinery factory is revived, you can give an explanation to the workers and the society. It should be able to develop in two years. Industry is relatively easier to develop than agriculture. Agriculture needs time to grow, but industry will not have any problems as long as you are willing to spend money."

County Magistrate Ma took a deep breath and nodded. "You guessed it right. The first long-standing problem in the county is the forest farm. Now after restructuring and reform, it has gradually become a farm. The industrial transformation to agriculture can still maintain a scale of 2,000 people, so it won't decline too badly. The second long-standing problem is the agricultural machinery factory. Now it has no production capacity at all. Many workers have no food or drink, and their minds are stubborn. They want the factory to solve everything. As long as the agricultural machinery factory can be revitalized, I will apply for a loan for you from the credit union. Three hundred thousand or five hundred thousand is not a problem."

Liu Xia Lian waved her hands quickly: "Thank you for the kindness of the county magistrate, I don't need the loan. I can't sleep if I owe money. I'd better develop myself honestly. In two years, the agricultural machinery factory will return to its peak."

"Okay, I'll go back first. Secretary Li will contact you later to handle the formalities. It will take about two weeks."

Although the county magistrate nodded, the necessary procedures could not be saved at all. Although there were only a few dozen dilapidated factory buildings, it was a collectively owned enterprise and the procedures had to be followed well to prevent someone from making a fuss about it in the future.

The county issued the contract, then submitted it to the city, and then Liu Xia Lian paid the money. The procedures were completed and it was considered complete.

Liu Xialian had nothing to do during this period. Marriage was just like that. For ordinary families, a few hundred yuan of betrothal gifts were enough as long as they had all the necessary things. Although Liu Xialian had more money, she could not raise the standard at will and break the village rules.

The second sister from Shimenzhuang gave me a large color TV, a refrigerator, and a washing machine. The eldest sister from Shimenzhuang gave me two dairy cows from Wandashan Cattle Farm. These cows are amazing, producing about 50 kilograms of milk a day. Of course, they also have requirements for feed. If you want high-quality milk, you have to feed them good grass. If they are fed with corn stalks all day, the quality of the milk will be much worse.

Damei was quite dissatisfied with this. When Damei got married, her elder sister and second sister also gave expensive gifts, but they were nothing compared to the gifts given to Liu Xialian. However, Damei was also a wise person. It was Liu Xialian who saved the lives of these two people. As for herself, she was just a bystander.

It was lunchtime, the sun was shining brightly and the weather was crisp and cool in autumn.

Liu Xia Lian had a bowl of corn porridge in the cafeteria when she heard the sound of gongs and drums in the street. It was obvious that the female workers were eating faster as they all wanted to go and see the excitement.

"Sister, we haven't finished eating yet." Daya came wearing a new dress and brought Erya, who was also wearing new clothes.

"Why are you two here?"

"The asphalt road is open to traffic, and the Yangko dance is being performed." Erya said happily.

Liu Xialian donated 80,000 yuan, the villagers of Sancun worked hard to build the foundation, and the road and bridge company laid asphalt, paving the asphalt road from the forest farm to the entrance of Sancun, so there is no more mud. Because the money was in place, the work was done very well, it was completed in two months, and the quality was acceptable. The pavement is about ten centimeters thick, and as long as heavy vehicles are controlled, it will not break down for ten or eight years.

Before he could finish his words, Village Chief Li came over in a new Zhongshan suit and said, "Xia Lian, have you finished eating? I've been waiting for you."

"The village chief is here too. What is this arrangement about? I have no idea."

"We have arranged a float parade, and we will dance the Yangko dance from the forest farm back to the village. Come on, we are waiting for you."

When Liu Xia Lian arrived at the street, people were dancing happily, walking on stilts, twirling handkerchiefs, and dancing the Northeastern Yangko, which was really joyful.

There were dozens of large carriages behind them. When Liu Xialian looked at Li Shaoling, she saw Li Erlu was in the group. And Li Erlu was leading the group, with a heavy horse drawn by a chrysanthemum green horse and three big black mules in front.

The animals all had big red flowers on their heads. Li Erlu held a cigarette in one hand and a whip in the other, with a smile on his face.

Li Shaoling and others behind were mostly riding in large horse-drawn carriages from Mang Village.

The people in the car were the leading figures of Mang Village, including the old and young people who were well-known.

There were relatively fewer horse-drawn carriages in Lijiatun and Zhangjiatun, but there were still seven or eight each, making a total of thirty large carriages.

The event organized by the three villages was quite grand, and even Liu Xia Lian was a little surprised.

The village chief pressed his hands, and the yangko dance stopped, and everything became quiet.

"This is Liu Xia Lian, who donated the school and the asphalt road to our three villages. Welcome everyone." Everyone applauded until their palms turned red. The change from rammed earth road to asphalt road not only facilitates travel, but also means that the economy of the three villages will get greater development.

Farmers work in the village during the busy farming season, and do odd jobs in the city during the slack season, allowing them to attack or defend.

The village chief was a great speaker, and he continued in a hoarse voice: "When drinking water, we should remember the well diggers; when enjoying the shade, we should remember the tree planters; when walking, we should certainly not forget the road builders. Today, we are going to have a float parade to thank Ms. Liu Xialian, the Road and Bridge Company, and the folks who contributed to the road construction." Without further ado, please invite Ms. Liu Xialian to the first car.

Village chief Li invited Liu Xia Lian and Daya to the top of Li Erlu's carriage, and Li Erlu was grinning.

Liu Xialian said: "You guys are too tight-lipped. I don't even know what's going on, and you're already parading."

The gongs and drums are deafening, and the Yangko dance is extremely joyful.

Liu Xia Lian was also very happy standing on the lead truck. The road was finally repaired. In fact, Liu Xia Lian was the biggest beneficiary. There were only a handful of cars in these three villages, and most of the cars running on the road belonged to Liu Xia Lian's family or were used to transport goods for Liu Xia Lian.

The large group of Niuyangge dancers stopped at the main road after leaving the forest farm and got on their own horse-drawn carriages. Thirty large carriages were running on the flat asphalt road. The sound of the horse bells was very pleasant. After dozens of minutes, the carts arrived at the entrance of Lijiatun Village. The old people in the village were guarding here. There was a stone tablet more than one person tall, and the stone tablet was covered with red envelopes.

This is a monument of merit, honoring Liu Xia Lian, three village heads, and people who worked hard in the village.

The inscription records how Liu Xia Lian donated money to build the road, three village heads organized the project, and thousands of villagers worked hard to build the asphalt road, for future generations to admire.

Liu Xialian wanted to say something, but she stopped talking. The three village heads wanted to achieve political achievements, and the prominent figures in the village wanted to save face. When Liu Xialian was commended, they were also commended. Liu Xialian was just a leader they had promoted.

The three village heads surrounded Liu Xia Lian and came to the stone tablet. Village head Li said, "Xia Lian, please come and unveil the tablet."