A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Chapter 619 Two perpetually restless individuals. One is Little Ahoge, and the other, can you guess?

While Jiang Xia was busy modifying the plane, Jiang Dong was busy helping him deliver gifts to his in-laws.

"Grandpa! This is rice that Grandma smoked herself for countless generations, this is the famous rice from Xiawa Village, and this is..."

"Grandma is busy repairing the small reservoir and says it's not convenient for her to come over! She also said that I'm young and it's okay for me to travel around more!"

The older comrade watched Jiang Dong and his friends unloading gifts from a donkey cart with a wry smile:

"Hey! Young comrade, you could have just said hello! Bringing things isn't a good idea. Tell me, didn't the Children's Corps learn...?"

"Don't you want to take a single needle or thread from the people? If my brother's marriage goes through, then we'll be family!"

Jiang Dong nonchalantly wiped the melon juice from the corner of his mouth. "Besides, it's all from our own land, no one can say a bad word about it!"

"Hahaha! So you're from a farming family too? Looks like your family grows quite a lot of things!" The old man looked through the things Jiang Dong had brought with great interest.

Wow, there was not only rice, but also mushrooms and cornmeal. Besides the countless generations of little gray plants blackened by smoke, there was even half a pig's head. But the more the old man looked at it, the more his brows furrowed.

“Little kid, you can’t lie. How much land do you have to grow all this stuff? The commune is still here, isn’t it? These things haven’t been requisitioned…”

"Of course! Grandma received that piece of paper with the red stamp, looked at it for a long time, and then led everyone to build the small reservoir! She said that Motherland clearly proposed to expand the commune members' private plots!"

"Even so, that pregnant woman from the commune made two special trips to say that Grandma was wrong, but she chased her away with two shots!"

"Oh! Is that so?" The old man looked at the man dressed as a bodyguard behind him.

The man was squatting on the ground, carefully examining the things Jiang Dong had brought! He not only looked at them, but even reached into the rice bag and rummaged through it a couple of times. If conditions allowed, he probably would have used a magnifying glass to examine each grain one by one.

Fortunately, the rice bag wasn't very big, only about five or six pounds. Hearing his boss ask the question, he quickly stood up straight: "There should be some. At the end of last year, the relevant departments held a work meeting, and this topic was discussed, but I don't know if it has been implemented! In the latest 'daily newspaper,' I haven't received any notification to collect it!"

"It's alright! I knew it, the higher-ups wouldn't..."

"lead!"

The guard behind him called out reproachfully, and the old comrade waved his hand dejectedly: "Okay, okay, I know, I won't say anymore!"

This also reflects the lack of access to information for older comrades. If it were Jiang Qiulai, she would definitely have taken the older comrade's hand and told him that the meeting in January clearly proposed to appropriately expand the private plots of commune members, increasing them from an average of 5% to 7% of the local land per person. This policy adjustment aims to mobilize farmers' enthusiasm for production and improve their living conditions, etc.

If it were Jiang Xia who came to visit, he would have explained in more detail, because there is a historical letter from later generations, a letter from the city of Beijing to rural party members, which clearly states that the grain harvested from the border areas, small plots of wasteland, and members' private plots will not be requisitioned by the state, will not be used as part of the members' rations, and will belong to the members themselves...

(This letter was in a "Reading" book published in the 1980s; I wonder if anyone still remembers it.)

Jiang Dong didn't care about anything else and stepped forward to grab the old man's large, well-defined hand: "Hey! Grandpa, you've accepted the gift, but let me see your granddaughter! My brother's master's wife said she's very skilled in kung fu, can I spar with her?"

The old comrade didn't correct Jiang Dong's statement. What was there to say? Anyway, a comrade's child is still his own child. Whether it's a granddaughter or a daughter, the kinship is always there.

"Oh dear! This has stumped me. I really have no idea where she's gone!"

"what……"

Seeing Jiang Dong's regretful expression, the old comrade laughed heartily: "She's not back, so I'll play with you! Come on, let's play Eagle Catches Chicks?"

"Ugh...this isn't fun!"

"Hey, why?"

Jiang Dong pursed her lips, about to say something, when her "little brothers" collectively turned against her.

"I know! I know! Grandpa! Let me tell you! Big Sister is incredibly strong! When she was the eagle, she just threw the 'mother hen' aside and caught us all in no time!"

"And also, when she was a mother hen, she pinned the 'eagle' to the ground..."

The old comrade laughed heartily again as he listened to the children's complaints. He pointed at Jiang Dong and said to the guards behind him with a smile, "Xizhen! Who knew this girl was such a fierce warrior! She really is a bit like Mulan. Birds of a feather flock together..."

"Hey, is my brother's future wife really that amazing?" Jiang Dong's big eyes darted around as she looked at the furnishings in the room behind the old man.

"Wow! So many medals! Grandpa, you must be really good at fighting with all these medals! How about we play war games?"

The old comrade was originally thinking of asking Old Li how long it would take for that mischievous girl Mulan to return, but when he heard Jiang Dong mention playing war games, he raised his eyelids slightly, his eyes half-closed:

"Oh... war! That's no fun! But you've finally found an opponent. Grandpa's quite poor and doesn't have anything to give in return, so I'll play along with you!"

Watching Jiang Dong happily go to gather his friends, the old man tilted his head and glanced at Old Li, who was still outside the courtyard and had not yet come in.

"What exactly is the plan on Mulan's side?"

"The last news was that she was protecting several international students and was rushing back to China. If she didn't jump ship again, she should be in Japan by now..."

"Hiss... This personality is just like his father's!"

"Who says otherwise! Back then, the pocket formation completely stumped the Japanese..."

The two laughed for a while, then fell silent. After a long silence, the older comrade spoke:

"That kid's file! Can I take a look?"

"You can't see it, it's top secret!"

After saying that, Old Li tucked his hands into his sleeves and swayed as he left the garden.

"Ha, this is no challenge for me?" The old man looked at Jiang Dong, who was organizing the children into a line, and laughed like a square-faced fox on the grassland.

As he walked to the front of the line of children, his back, which he had never bent before, stood ramrod straight.

"Come on! Today we'll have some fun and show you what a pocket formation is and what it means to divide forces into three parts!"

"Now, I will briefly describe the battlefield situation..."

The old man's strong voice brought tears to the eyes of the guards behind him. How long had it been since they had heard him shout like that!

He usually gets into the spirits when he's gardening or playing chess, but I never expected that these kids would actually improve his mood. Didn't you see they're even practicing their pocket formation?

Should we ask this little girl to bring her children's group to visit more often in the future?

The guards were still lost in thought, unaware that the children had started making a ruckus again. Because nobody wanted to be the one keeping the notebook.

The old comrade had no choice but to point at the guard: "Xizhen! Go and get that knife that's used to prop up the table leg. You can use it as a notebook!"

"There are still two people left! Go, go!"

Well, the old comrade even used the only three people around him in order to play games with these little red flowers.

……

"...Are you reminiscing about the past?" Old Li returned to the big tree, watching the old comrade rolling around in the snow with the children, and couldn't help but smile. "None of the Jiang family kids are simple."

"Fortunately, the wife I found for the little brat is no ordinary woman either. With the two of you together, your situation should be a bit better, old friend!"

Thinking of this, Old Li coughed twice more: "That brat, hurry back! I can only die in peace if I get this done before I die!"

Thinking of this, Old Li stamped his foot impatiently: "Go check the exact time when the ship they were on docked. Talk to the naval comrades and see if they can go to the nearby waters to pick them up."

"report!"

"speak!"

"Just received the news!"

"The comrades on the other end of the line report that the USS President Cleveland is docked in Yokohama. During the stopover, the USS Bald Eagles boarded the ship for inspection..."

Old Li's heart tightened, "The result!"

"After a brief conflict, our students are safely on board. Friendly personnel from Japan also boarded to help our personnel. However, the bald eagles abducted a blonde woman and a young man..."

Old Li finally reached his hand out from his sleeve, snatched the newly printed ciphertext, and examined it carefully.

"Oh dear! This is troublesome. If that brat inside finds out, she might come all the way to Big Bathhouse Mountain and 'laugh at the sky with a sword drawn'!"