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spn1944 was an unusual year.

In Shaanxi Province, in the Liuba area, Liuhou Township and Dayanba deep in the Qinling Mountains.

As Liuba deep in the Qinling Mountains, although the conditions in the county are acceptable, the conditions in the countryside are indeed very difficult. Due to factors such as terrain and transportation, development has not been great in the ten years after liberation. Even those with Liuhou

The beautiful and legendary Liuhou Township also had a relatively poor life.

Benefiting from the policies of the Republic, Liuba's education, medical care and ordinary people's livelihood social projects are basically doing pretty well. The state-owned economy, which is mainly based on the mountainous economy and forestry economy, is also developing well. However, most rural areas still live in

state of poverty.

The crime of not being a republic is that the conditions in the region are too harsh.[

On March 6th, the Jingzhe solar term came, spring thunder rumbled, spring returned to the earth, and the snow in Dayanba also began to melt. However, at home, villager Luo Wen'an was worried about a major event.

It's not that I'm holding back my pain, but that I'm hesitant and somewhat undecided.

Luo Wen'an, who is nearly fifty, has caught up with the last train of the Southwest era. Although he has never read a book since he was a child, when he was in his twenties, he was recruited by the Southwest "Government" organization that took over Liuba.

In the "off-the-job school", during the leisure time, I learned to read and read. In the end, although I didn't learn much, I was no longer completely illiterate. The educated teacher even taught these "students" in the class who had no formal names.

He picked up a name and registered it in the census file. From then on, his name was Luo Wen'an.

In the nearly thirty years since then, the honest Luo Wen'an has not done anything earth-shattering, nor has he made any windfall. Even every time he went into the mountains to hunt and collect "medicine", he only got mediocre harvests. But he was still finished.

Most people's mission in life is to marry a virtuous woman who manages the house, is also very filial to her father, and has raised two sons. One is joining the army and the other is in high school and is about to take the exam.

The sky is getting dark, and the mother-in-law is busy on the stove. In the big pot is steamed wooden barrel rice, and the fragrance of rice floats out with the water vapor from the cracks in the 'Zhuanzi cover'. In the small pot is stir-fried vegetables.

If there is a crackling sound, that's because there is oil in the vegetables.

Sitting at the door of the kitchen, Luo Wen'an smoked a dry cigarette. On the bamboo recliner next to him was his father, Luo Shifang, who was seventy years younger. He was in very good health. His wife had been dead for a few years.

Listening to the crackling sound in the pot, Luo Wen'an was transported back to a few decades ago. At that time, there was no crackling sound in the pot because there was almost no oil in the pot, and some salt was always added to the cooking, at most for the Chinese New Year.

Sometimes, I would put fat pork on the pot, or boil some oil and eat it immediately, and occasionally I would eat some other oil, but after all, life would be bitter.

"Shua~"

The first dish of cauliflower and stir-fried meat has already been fried. He can tell that the mother-in-law has washed the pot and poured oil again to stir-fry the second dish. The stir-fried cauliflower and meat is the best dish of the mother-in-law in winter, and it is also his favorite.

What to eat: Fatty pork braised with cauliflower. The taste is incomparable to dragon meat.

"The current life is better." Luo Wen'an felt a flash of emotion in his head. "What if life could be better?"

"Sir, tell me, what's so 'thin' about Zhongkui? Do you want some fried meat with cauliflower?"

Although the old man is relatively old, his health is not bad. Years of farm work has not weighed him down. He is still a good farmer. His biggest enjoyment is lying on the recliner after tea and dinner, chatting and talking with his eldest son.

Talk about life outside.

However, there is business today.

"Dad, it's not rare. It was in Siberia. Song San'er from the village committee said that the country established a Beihai Province there, which is now called Beihai. In the past, the old man called it Belga."

Luo Wen'an was not very educated. After thinking hard, he remembered what the young man, who was a classmate with his son, said when he went to see the village chief Song Gaoming at noon. "I guess there is no fried pork with cauliflower, but the eldest son is here."

The letter said that there is meat every day, beef, mutton, etc., and the food is better than at home, and the cans are delivered to my hands in boxes."

"Canned food is so expensive. Does the 'government' have so much money?" Luo Shifang had no experience and had never traveled far. The farthest he had ever done was to carry wood to the county town to sell, but that was still decades ago.

Now, he had seen those cans in the village grocery store and the town store. His family could afford them, but he never touched them. He was seriously ill, so his second daughter brought two cans and they were treasured by him.

He also left it to his two grandsons to satisfy their cravings.

"Dad, those are not ordinary cans, canned fruits, canned meat, everything is included. The eldest child said that the troops are well fed and clothed, and they also have some vegetables. It's just that the conditions are a little worse in winter, so you don't have to worry about him."

Wen An said.

"This one is thin...forget it, Beihai, Beihai says smooth sailing." Luo Shifang saw that the smoke was burned out, and immediately replaced it with a small piece of dry smoke, "I hope the big boy can avoid the guns and cannons. These days, fighting must be

Fight, but you still have to save your own life. The second baby is still young, and the family still counts on him.

A few days ago, I set up a dragon gate formation with them, saying that if you pour a ladle of water in this place, it will turn into ice. Now that you are the head of the family, you have to think carefully about this immigration matter." [

Luo Shifang sighed and said that he knew the conditions at home. The eldest grandson joined the army and the second grandson was in high school. The conditions were not bad. The eldest grandson would send his salary back on time every month. That was a lot of money. How many months did the family have to farm?

Tian, ​​he is not even a month ahead of him. His grandson is good at reading and has good grades in high school. It is said that he hopes to at least get admitted to a junior college. If he is lucky, he can go to a technical school or other university.

His two grandsons were the ones he was most proud of, and he always believed that he would be able to see his two grandsons in his lifetime.

"In our Luo family, our ancestors were buried well, we caught up with the good weather, we have a good country, and a good emperor. Our two children are up to date, both civilized and military, and we are considered the number one in the village. The eldest grandson is knowledgeable.

, I don’t quite understand what he said, but I believe it, now it’s up to you to make the decision.”

Luo Wen'an frowned slightly. The old man was talking about the letter he received when he went to the bank to collect the remittance from his son Luo Zhongkui a few days ago.

That letter made Luo Wen'an sleepless that night.

He put down the smoker, put out the fireworks, wiped his hands vigorously on his clothes, and then took out the letter from the inner pocket of Deliang's coat.

"father:

Good news.

I want to report some great good news to Dad. After heroic fighting, our Siberian Front of the National Defense Forces achieved a major victory, taking back the Belga area with an area of ​​more than 1 million square kilometers, and captured more than 500,000 Soviet devils.

I couldn't even see the side of those captured old men. In our class alone, we captured hundreds of Soviet devils, more than ants. The other guns, weapons, and medicine that were seized were, frankly,

The piles of airplanes and cannons were higher than the mountains.

In addition, the country decided to establish a Beihai Province here.

Dad, you may soon know that the country is going to launch a large-scale immigration plan. Anyone whose family has little land and poor regional conditions can move to Beihai Province through this large-scale immigration.

Dad, you haven't come here, so you don't know how fertile the land here is. It seems like there is snow everywhere, but once you turn over the snow, you will see fertile and good land below, as far as the eye can see.

Under this large-scale immigration policy, an ordinary family of three or four people can initially be allocated up to 20 acres of land. Moreover, the political commissar also said that the country will allocate more land in the future, but it will not allocate more land for the time being, because

There were not enough agricultural machinery, and large-scale planting methods were carried out. Relying on one's own or hiring Soviets to do the planting was inefficient, and too much land would easily be abandoned.

In addition to dividing the land and hiring Soviets to farm the land very cheaply, there are also ready-made houses.

The Erlian has recently been supervising the construction of houses by the Soviets. Dad, you have never seen those houses. They are just like the houses in the county. They are called residential areas. The houses are arranged in rows, which not only saves land, but also allows centralized living.

Chairman Zhang took care of those of us who served as soldiers and gave us the first opportunities. Military families were given priority to immigrate and enjoyed preferential treatment. They could also exchange military merit points for more land of no more than 100 acres, which you may not be able to get.

Too understanding, but definitely a good thing.

I thought about it over and over again and asked the political commissar. He said that although my family is not poor, we definitely meet the conditions and can be included in the earliest batch of immigrants. When the time comes, in addition to being the first to choose a house, I will also be the first to choose a house.

The land is in very good condition.

Dad, you must think about this matter seriously. The political commissar said that Beihai Province will develop greatly in the future. All farming will be mechanized. One person can do the work of ten people. The Soviets will also work as hired workers and have houses to live in.

, hundreds of thousands of Soviet devils are helping us build large railways and build large civilian airports. In the future, large military transport aircraft will provide long-term and low-cost tickets for immigrants to return to the mainland...

Dad, finally I have some good news for you. I have been promoted to squad leader. The political commissar asked me to work hard, saying that I am educated, smart and perform well, and I might become a bigger officer in the future..."

What the eldest son Zhongkui said in the letter was confirmed a few days later. First, the broadcast was full of good news of victory, and the announcer's voice was so excited that Luo Wen'an knew that the great victory his son said was true.

Every day, people would envy him and ask him about his son Luo Zhongkui.

When he heard Luo Wen'an proudly say that his son became the squad leader, he felt that it was worth it. Not only did he bring glory to the country, he also brought glory to his family. He believed that this son was the most proud of him.[

As for how big one million square kilometers was and how great the results of the war were, he didn't know. He had only heard about tanks, aircraft and artillery, and had seen them in the township government's brochures, but he had no actual concept at all.

But he felt that it was absolutely remarkable that his son's army could capture hundreds of thousands of old Maozi.

Then, his son's classmate and village chief Song Gaoming announced a major news to everyone, saying that the country was organizing a large-scale immigration, and the Liuba area was among the first batch of immigration candidate areas because of its relatively difficult conditions.

Public offices and township governments have posted red notices, and dedicated staff are there every day to explain immigration policies.

The benefits Song Gaoming mentioned are the same as what his eldest son said in his letter. The land is unimaginably large. One family can have more land than ten families. There are also very good new houses to live in. Of course it is cold.

Yes, but he heard that the community will have collective heating in the future. He didn’t know what heating was and thought it might be burning charcoal to make a fire.

I have to say that Luo Wen'an was tempted.

In this life, his two sons are his greatest pride.

His family is not poor either. They work hard at farming and occasionally sell some wild products to make money. Together with the eldest son's salary, the family also has a small amount of assets.

However, just because Luo Wen'an is uneducated does not mean that he has no ambition.

His biggest idea is to save more money for his two sons and improve the living conditions of the descendants of the Luo family.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look up at the surrounding mountains. The place that used to feel very friendly now felt a little stuffy.

He couldn't help but think of the vast tracts of farms in Siberia described in his son's letter, and the tracts of fertile land where he had been working as a farmer all his life. His mind was really moved...

Although as an honest farmer and a farmer who cannot leave his homeland, he has his own final hesitation and the caution of being the head of the family, but he still wants to make a decision.

And for this decision, he subconsciously wanted to get it from others.

"Baby, take out the bacon, cook two more dishes, and then go to Zhang San's wife's shop to buy some wine. I'll ask Song San'er to come over and have a chat."

"Okay, it's getting dark, so be careful with other people's dogs so they don't get bitten."

Luo Wen'an stood up suddenly, seemed to have made a big decision, shouted into the stove, and went out.

Ten minutes later, Luo Wen'an walked into the small courtyard with a young man in his twenties dressed in southwestern clothes. The young man was also dressed as a farmer, very simple, but also looked like a grassroots village official. He also brought a canvas document bag.

"Third Master, look at me, a food lover, here again." Song Gaoming smiled and greeted the old man. He had a very good relationship with Luo Zhongkui and often came to Luo's house to have food. The conditions at his house were better than those of Luo's house.

There was a big difference, mainly because the old man was in poor health and could not do farm work. After he finished his studies and became the village chief, he became a good farmer. He also encountered good times, and his life gradually improved.

"You are so particular, you little brat, now your meal will be ready by auntie." The old man stood up happily and greeted.

"Three babies are here, hurry up and sit down." Luo Wen'an's mother-in-law also greeted happily. She was very agile and started serving food as soon as Song Gaoming arrived.

Mr. Luo Wen'an and Song Gaoming drank wine and ate some food with Song Gaoming for a while, and then started to get into the topic.
To be continued...