Scholars in the courtyard

In the Jia family, Qin Huairu had just fed her little daughter. The pain tearing her lower body apart made her so weak that she could only lie there and lean sideways.

On the side, Mrs. Jia Zhang was cleaning up the dirt in the room, her smile gone.

The moment the child came out, Jia Zhang saw the gender of the child and was immediately disappointed.

Even the aunt who helped me felt disappointed for a moment.

Of course, Qin Huairu also looked depressed when she heard it was a girl.

But at that time, everyone thought she was tired, but they didn't know that Qin Huairu was really disappointed inside.

A daughter is the one who gets married after all.

It's better for my son.

And if it is a boy, she can let the child recognize the first uncle as his godfather, and the relationship between the two families will be unbreakable from now on.

Unfortunately, it's a girl.

She will continue to do so in the future.

Thinking of this, Qin Huairu felt uneasy in her heart.

Betrayal, deception or compromise.

Then they were shattered by reality

At this moment, Qin Huairu only thinks about a decent life.

However, this child is Jia Dongxu's posthumous son no matter what, and must be fed no matter what.

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law could only accept this fact and work reluctantly on the sidelines.

Mrs. Wen took the child, looked at it carefully, and then smiled and said, "This child is really not small, weighing only eight pounds. From this look, he is blessed."

Qin Huairu smiled weakly, "No wonder it's so torturous."

"Isn't that right? They say that girls are like little cotton-padded jackets. I will definitely respect you from now on."

Everyone in the room was talking, and laughter soon came.

After Qin Huairu had exhausted her breath and was able to eat, Shazhu walked to the door with a casserole, which only contained a chicken leg and a pot of soup.

Silly Zhu knew that if he brought the whole chicken, most of it would probably end up in Jia Zhang's stomach.

Just leave the rest at home and bring some over at meal time.

The aunt went out to take the bowl and brought it to Qin Huairu herself. She took care of her meticulously, making Qin Huairu feel that the aunt in front of her was more like her own mother-in-law.

Look at Mrs. Jia Zhang again, she is staring at the chicken soup and cursing.

You don't have to listen to know what the scolding is. It must be that Silly Zhu didn't get enough.

Eating chicken and drinking chicken soup, Qin Huairu felt that her strength was recovering, and there was no trace left.

As for Bangge and the others, they can't be hungry because Silly Zhu is here.

Yi Zhonghai was drinking tea at home and waited until his aunt came home before asking about the situation.

"Qin Huairu and the child are doing well, but Mrs. Jia Zhang is a little disappointed."

"Don't worry about her. Feudal ideas won't please her."

Yi Zhonghai said disdainfully, "Jia Zhang is a person who cares about food but not fighting. If she doesn't take care of her properly this time, it won't be long before something bad happens again."

"By the way, Qin Huairu said that this child was entrusted to us by Dongxu and asked you to give it a name."

Yi Zhonghai was silent for a moment, looking at the large locust tree in the yard, which was now densely dotted with small yellow and white flowers.

"Just call it Sophora japonica."

"Sophora japonica? Okay, I'll go talk."

The aunt ran away, while Yi Zhonghai still looked at the locust flowers swaying in the wind.

"The flowers have bloomed, and it won't be far from planting seeds."

…

On Monday, Yang Xiaotao came to the steel rolling mill and walked into the office.

Opening the door, there was no one inside. Obviously Lou Xiao'e hadn't come yet. Yang Xiaotao walked to the seat. There was no dust and the room was clean.

Sitting on the seat, he took out a stack of information from his backpack. These were some design drawings of tractors that Liu Huaimin and the others had collected.

Putting it aside, Yang Xiaotao took out another hard-cover notebook, which recorded the design ideas during this period.

There are farm implements and tractors, and now it’s time to integrate them.

Outside the office building, Lou Xiao'e was walking slowly.

For more than half a month, she had been alone in the office. At the end of the day, she had nothing to do except clean and tidy up the house.

Boring.

She also wanted to find some work, but her superiors besides Yang Xiaotao were the factory directors, so she didn't dare to look for it. There were people doing other jobs, but she was not familiar with them. If she didn't do well and offended someone, she might as well not go. .

Finally, I can only read in the office.

Not to mention, once I’ve read this book, time flies by quite quickly.

Things in the factory are boring, but when I get home I have a lot of worries.

Ever since we moved to our new residence, our neighbors have gotten along well with each other. As time went by, people began to come to our door to talk about marriage.

In order to increase the population and respond to the call for construction, not to mention her as a divorcee, even the widow country is also encouraging remarriage.

After the New Year, people from the street office came to her door every day, and even her mother was urging her to get married as soon as possible.

However, the father was open-minded. He had already made a mistake once and did not want his daughter to suffer again in confusion, so he supported her own ideas.

As for Lou Xiao'e's own thoughts, she didn't know what to do.

Anyway, I’m not considering getting married now, let’s talk about it later.

Yesterday, people from the street office came to the door again. Lou Xiao'e had no choice but to find an excuse for herself when her head was hot and she couldn't have a baby.

She had been married to Xu Damao for several years and had no children. People who knew about this would definitely ask, so it would be better for her to tell her first.

Sure enough, as soon as this excuse came out, the matchmaker looked embarrassed, and fewer other people came to the door.

She was also happy and relaxed.

Walking upstairs, Lou Xiaoe sneered in her heart when she saw Xu Damao's long face fawning over Yu Haitang again.

Would someone like Yu Haitang fall in love with Xu Damao?

This woman has a wild heart.

A while ago, I leaned towards Yang Xiaotao, but then I ran out of opportunities and immediately chose Yang Weimin. I guess if there is a better one in the future, I will definitely turn around and fall into the arms of someone else.

Xu Damao got involved with this woman, and he was destined to lose his wife and lose his troops. Some people saw it.

Lou Xiao'e took one look and walked into the office. What happened to Xu Damao had nothing to do with her.

Opening the door, Lou Xiao'e habitually took off her scarf. The wind has been strong recently, and the wind would fill her neck without wearing a scarf.

After putting down the scarf, I started walking to my seat. Only then did I realize that there was someone suddenly sitting on the empty seat.

And that person is Yang Xiaotao.

"Yeah, you're back!"

When Lou Xiao'e opened the door, Yang Xiaotao looked up, then lowered his head and continued to look.

At this time, Lou Xiao'e said in surprise, and Yang Xiaotao looked up, "Well, I'm back."

"It'll be good to come back. I don't know what to do when I'm away these days!"

Lou Xiao'e suppressed the excitement in her heart and looked at Yang Xiaotao with a smile.

With the passage of time, she is no longer the innocent girl she used to be. All kinds of experiences have made her mature.

After the initial surprise, Lou Xiao'e quickly corrected her attitude and looked at Yang Xiaotao calmly, like an ordinary friend.

But the heartbeat just now still left traces in her heart.

Perhaps she will never forget this man in her life.

Yang Xiaotao put the pen aside, looked at the drawings on the table, and said nonchalantly.

"It's like you know what to do when I come back."

Lou Xiao'e was embarrassed and dug her mouth. After so many days, she had already figured out Yang Xiaotao's temperament, and she had long been immune to this kind of harmless "venomous mouth".

"Why don't you know? Even if you have nothing to do, it's because you, the team leader, didn't do your duty. It's your problem, you can't blame me."

"Hey, I haven't seen you for half a month. You are very good at reasoning."

"incredible!"

"Of course, people have to make progress. I have read a lot of books."

"Reading a book? It's amazing."

Yang Xiaotao sighed with emotion. Today's Lou Xiao'e is indeed different from before. She is no longer cautious and groveling, but more like a colleague.

And this kind of atmosphere is what Yang Xiaotao likes to see.

The two of them will not be embarrassed about the past, nor will they be upset about how to get along in the future.

Equal communication, everything is normal.

“After living in the country for half a month, I almost forgot how to hold a pen when I came back!”

"You can see it, everyone is black."

Lou Xiao'e picked up the thermos bottle and walked to Yang Xiaotao and poured him water.

"Black spots are good, black spots are healthy."

Yang Xiaotao rolled up his sleeves, with two colors on his arms, "Look, these are the fruits of your labor."

"It feels like my whole body has rolled in a quagmire, and a layer of skin has fallen off my body. I feel much lighter."

"I suggest you also go to the countryside to exercise and keep fit."

Yang Xiaotao picked up the water glass and took a sip. Lou Xiao'e rolled her eyes.

"Then why can't you see that your face is dark? Is it possible that you are covered in a bag? You can't get out of the sun?"

"You don't understand this. This is called natural beauty."

"I believe you. Everyone is like you. They are white and not afraid of the dark."

Yang Xiaotao touched his cheek. His skin was not white, but due to Xiaowei's improvement over the years, his physical fitness had continued to improve, so his skin color was not bad at all.

"That's true, not everyone has the potential to be a pretty boy!"

"Bah! Smelly!"

The two of them talked, and Lou Xiao'e felt quite happy.

Don't think about those troublesome things, sit down in the office, pick up the book and read.

On the other side, Yang Xiaotao lowered his head and continued to study the drawings.

He read a lot of information about tractors, but most of them were large tractors, the kind with steering wheels.

These machines have great requirements on engines. Nowadays, most of the engines used in China are imported ones, most of which are large-haired. Therefore, the engines are all big, bulky, and have many problems when used.

Domestic organizations have also organized research on Da Mao's engines, but most of them are imitations and truly independently developed, and they are still competing with the drawings.

As for the walking tractor Yang Xiaotao is looking for, there are several imitation prototypes in China.

But there are many problems.

The first one is lack of power. The engine used is small, only 3 or 4 horsepower.

Second, there are many mechanical failures. After driving for a while, the car has to be stopped for repairs.

The third reason is that the fuel consumption is too much, and the fuel tank is small, so you have to check the fuel meter to clear an acre of land.

Others cannot be operated to the edge, are difficult to turn, and are difficult to reverse, requiring the operator to exert force to get them in place.

Even with so many shortcomings, it is still in short supply in China.

In large farms in the northwest, more production is urged every year, and there are more and more orders.

But these factories also have difficulties. There are only so many imported engines, and some of the quotas are used elsewhere, so fewer are allocated to them.

This is why Mr. Xia was so excited when he heard that the steam engine could be used.

This is why Yang Youning and Liu Huaimin are particularly concerned about it.

Understanding the domestic situation, Yang Xiaotao is more confident in the walking tractor he designed.

Even if it is not as good as the tractors of the 1980s, it is certainly better than the current ones.

that's enough.

Pick up a pen and paper and start designing an iron plow in your notebook.

The road had to be walked step by step, and he wanted to take a shortcut.

Before lunch, Yang Xiaotao finished drawing the design of Tie Lizi, and then the system prompt sounded.

The evaluation is good-poor, so it's done, and there are still 500 credits to be received.

Looking at the control panel, the credits have reached four thousand again.

"We'll design the rake teeth in the afternoon! Another five hundred."

"There are also planters, fertilizers,..."

"By the way, there is also water pumping. This, um, requires pipes. We need to design them first and then we'll see if they can be used."

Yang flexed her fingers, stood up and walked around the room, thinking in her mind.

At this moment, the sun shines into the office through the window, and it is bright.