Chapter 342: Going to Qinjiacun

The cowardly duo finally found a dignified way out for themselves, obtained a laughable guarantee, and accepted a lifetime of humiliation.

Yang Qing had a vague suspicion, but he didn't care much; the Siheyuan had long been messed up beyond recognition by him.

As for the future, he was powerless to affect it.

Soon it would be 1965, and he had little time left.

As the weather grew colder, the Agricultural Machinery Factory's heating furnaces sold better and better.

The 35-yuan heating furnaces had already sold over ten thousand.

Yang Qing was still urging increased production.

This was a one-time deal; make as much money as you can.

As the Red Star Heating Furnaces sold more and more, their fame grew, and they were quickly becoming a fashion.

That day Qin Huairu came to the back courtyard looking for Yang Qing.

"Our village's livestock are almost ready to be put out to pasture."

"The village head asked me to tell you: the village has prepared ten pigs and ten sheep for your Agricultural Machinery Factory by year‑end."

"The rest will go through the People's Commune."

Chen Hong was stunned by Qinjiacun's grand gesture.

"How many? Ten pigs, ten sheep?"

Liang Ladi's Mechanical Factory used to cause a sensation over a single pig.

"Ten? What kind of concept is that—this is outside the plan."

Yang Qing hadn't expected Qinjiacun to be so bold.

"Is this appropriate?"

Qin Huairu nodded.

"Appropriate—the Agricultural Machinery Factory and Qinjiacun are a model of worker‑peasant mutual aid; everything Qinjiacun has is the result of the factory's support."

"The Green Silage Feed has worked well; even in the cold, the livestock haven't lost condition."

"According to the village head, we should give more, but the People's Commune is tight‑fisted, so the remainder must go through the unified purchase and marketing system."

Yang Qing nodded; they had the pretext of mutual aid, so there really was no problem.

Moreover, they weren't taking everything for themselves—the Jiedao gets a share, the city gets a share, benefits are spread evenly.

Qinjiacun gave so much that Yang Qing couldn't pretend to know nothing.

"How's the village? Any problems?"

When they got to the main topic, Qin Huairu felt delighted inside.

"Over at Honghai, next year they plan to bring in other brick factories."

"The village head is a bit at a loss; he wants to come over for a visit and talk with you face to face."

"Come over for a visit? Meet and talk?"

Yang Qing saw the longing in Qin Huairu's eyes.

This wasn't about Qin Delu coming; it was telling him he should return to Qinjiacun to have a look.

Yang Qing understood.

"Or I'll go myself—I haven't been to Qinjiacun in a long time."

Chen Hong watched them pass messages right under her nose and was furious.

She reached out and slapped.

"I want to go too."

Qin Huairu and Yang Qing were instantly embarrassed.

But the two reacted quickly.

"Going to have a look is fine—let you see what a new countryside is like."

Yang Qing said with a smile.

Qin Huairu also said.

"If you're going, I'll go back and have a look too—the Red Star Heating Furnace is a rarity in the city."

"I'll bring one back for my mother."

Seeing that the two weren't excluding her, Chen Hong finally felt at ease.

In early December, they picked a bright, sunny day.

Yang Qing drove the trial‑produced small four‑wheel vehicle, taking Chen Hong and Qin Huairu toward Qinjiacun.

Qin Huairu and Chen Hong sat in the rear cargo area, squeezed together, wrapped in blankets.

Chen Hong was leaving Jingcheng for the first time.

Along the way they saw endless lush green winter wheat.

"So far this year there's been no snow; I'm afraid tomorrow's harvest will be affected."

After all, coming from the countryside, they still cared most about grain.

Qin Huairu squeezed into the blanket, putting her arms around Chen Hong's waist to keep warm.

"It's fine; the impact isn't big—now we use mechanized wells, so if it doesn't snow we can irrigate ourselves and get the same result."

"Since we got the mechanized well, our farming methods have changed."

"Natural disasters aren't something to fear."

The mechanized well is indeed powerful; if we'd had it a few years earlier, we wouldn't have suffered such a disaster, and she wouldn't have had to flee famine.

Chen Hong was thinking about things when Qin Huairu's hand started to wander.

Perhaps it was revenge for Chen Hong ruining her good deed; Qin Huairu became especially bold.

Chen Hong came to her senses, Qin Huairu had already hit a home run.

Chen Hong's face turned red.

"Take it out for me."

Qin Huairu hehe-laughed, warming her hands, warming her hands.

Chen Hong, seeing the little flirt, so shameless, immediately seized her weakness.

"Are you taking it out or not? Otherwise I won't be polite."

Qin Huairu puffed out her chest.

"Who's afraid of whom?"

The hands began scratching Chen Hong's itch.

The scratching made Chen Hong giggle.

Chen Hong, unwilling to yield, struck back.

In no time, they were going back and forth, their faces flushed and ears red.

They're all women, they have nothing to be embarrassed about.

The more they played, the more they had no limits.

Listening made Yang Qing's blood boil.

All the way to Qinjiacun, the three of them had flushed faces.

Yang Qing came with his wife, and many rumors about Qin Huairu were dispelled without a word.

Qin's mother was overjoyed, not only because her daughter brought back a set of heating stoves, but also because her daughter's rumors were cleared, making her happy.

After Yang Qing arrived, Qin De lu immediately set the tone.

"You can't leave today; we've arranged your lodging."

"We will properly reward you, this great hero."

Qinjiacun's insistence on retaining him was firm; after Yang Qing consulted with Chen Hong, he agreed to stay overnight.

At noon a grand feast, with chicken, duck, fish, and pork all present, making Yang Qing's mouth full of oil.

In the afternoon Qin De lu took Yang Qing to tour the various industries.

Meanwhile Chen Hong was taken by Qin Huairu to tour Qinjiacun.

Yang Qing toured Qinjiacun's industries, while Qin De lu walked and explained the problems facing Qinjiacun.

Yang Qing listened quietly.

Only after Yang Qing had roughly understood did he speak.

"Running an industry is nothing more than: if others don't have it, we do; if they have it, we do better."

"The kiln factory is currently doing well."

"With direction and execution, the future is problem-free."

"Moreover, the clay quality in the low-lying area is excellent, enough for the kiln factory's development for twenty years."

"However, you can't just focus on Honghai; you need to develop your own market. Over in Xicheng there's also a real estate developer you can talk to about supply. Moreover, bricks in the gray buildings inside the city are often in short supply; go see if you can deliver directly to their door."

"You must take the initiative; you can't rely entirely on the supply and marketing system."

"Finally, it's the brand issue."

"Our Qinjiacun is now somewhat famous; we should make use of that."

"As long as we control product quality, Qinjiacun's brand will become better and better with use."

"Just like when we buy bicycles, most of the time we buy according to brand."

"Why can't our Qinjiacun's products have a brand?"

"With a brand, we will have loyal customers, which is how we can achieve long-lasting prosperity."

Yang Qing's words gave Qin De lu a feeling of sudden enlightenment.

During this time, for Qinjiacun's future, they could be said to have exhausted their efforts, but in the end Yang Qing's words were still more effective.

Although the specific solution wasn't explicitly stated, it gave them a broader perspective.

With a general direction, many problems become not so difficult.