"Ten for the Red Army?"

In the middle of the morning, Ran Qiuye came to the study and saw Yang Xiaotao writing on the table with a pen and paper, and a few lyrics on the side.

Yang Xiaotao is writing the narration, which seems to be more than the lyrics, and even takes up a whole page.

Hearing Ran Qiuye's voice, Yang Xiaotao nodded slightly.

Only then did Ran Qiuye realize that Yang Xiaotao's eyes were actually red.

Without disturbing Yang Xiaotao, Ran Qiuye just stood aside, watching the narration written by Yang Xiaotao, and slowly entered into it.

Yang Xiaotao thought about it in the study for a long time before deciding to write this song.

There are many reasons to choose this song.

But the most important thing is Yang Xiaotao's inner choice.

Those years, that journey, that melody that made tears flow when he listened to it, and the picture that made his heart twitch when he looked at it, left him with no choice.

Perhaps, taking out this song at this time is not in line with the theme, but then again, what is the theme?

Workers are also part of the Red Army.

Moreover, not only this song, Yang Xiaotao also wants to turn it into a stage play and show it through performances.

He even wanted to give it to those heroes who haven't aged yet to listen and take a look.

The new world they fought so hard for is now.

Under the tip of Yang Xiaotao's pen, each story quickly took shape, and each picture appeared before Ran Qiuye's eyes.

She finally knew why Yang Xiaotao's eyes were red.

After Yang Xiaotao finished writing the narration, Ran Qiuye stepped forward carefully, put his hands on Yang Xiaotao's shoulders, and leaned on his back.

The two of them just leaned together, relieving their heavy hearts.

"This is a Ganxi folk song, let them understand it."

"Also, if it's a chorus, I've marked the male and female voices, and the music should be simple, like erhu and suona, not too much."

"The main thing is that the people performing this show have to be careful."

Yang Xiaotao warned, Ran Qiuye nodded slightly.

"I'll sing it once, and you can listen."

Yang Xiaotao picked up the lyrics, Ran Qiuye nodded, then walked to the table and squatted down, put his hands on the table, then raised his chin and looked at Yang Xiaotao with big eyes.

This was the first time she listened seriously to Yang Xiaotao's singing, singing specifically to her.

"As soon as I sent the Red Army to Lige, I sent them down the mountain..."

As the voice rang, Ran Qiuye listened quietly, and the scene of eight sons kneeling in front of their mother and kowtow emerged in his mind. The eight children were wearing octagonal hats and their clothes were patched...

At that moment, scenes of father seeing off his son, wife seeing off her husband, and father and son going to the battlefield together alternated.

But at some point, Zhang Qing appeared at the door supporting Ms. Cui. Ms. Cui was choking, but she was covering her mouth.

Even the fearless Dragon Boat Festival listened carefully. This song seemed to have a magical power that made people immersed in it.

After singing the song, Yang Xiaotao washed his face, and then, with the stars in Zhang Qing's eyes, he left the courtyard and drove to Yangjiazhuang.

On the way, the window was opened, the cold wind blew on his cheeks, and Yang Xiaotao's mood gradually calmed down.

"Have those dreams we had back then come true?"

“Are the people the masters of the country?”

Thinking of those questions, Yang Xiaotao suddenly laughed to himself.

Because he seemed to have found his own answer.

What these questions ask for is not a result, but a process.

It's just that this process is full of ups and downs and thorns, and it requires those who continue to fight and fight.

We need more people to stand up when needed.

And what he is doing now is to stand up on this road and walk in the direction he has determined.

The car accelerated and stopped outside the greenhouse.

After getting off the car, Hou Lijing and Wang Hao came to greet them.

"Team Yang, this is the result of the test last night."

Hou Lijing handed a piece of data to Yang Xiaotao, took a quick look at it, and then nodded, "Not bad, the temperature can basically be controlled."

"Are there any problems that need improvement?"

Hou Lijing shook her head, but Wang Hao hesitated. Yang Xiaotao looked over. Wang Hao mustered up the courage and said, "Mr. Yang, it's too cold for the people on duty tonight, and the stove can't be lit inside. It's going to take a long time, and the comrades won't be able to bear it."

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"That's a good thing to say. If you have any questions, you must raise them without any worries."

Yang Xiaotao affirmed Wang Hao, and then said, "In this way, the comrades on night duty will prepare two coats each time, and prepare a hot meal at twelve o'clock in the evening."

"By the way, if it's too cold at night, just heat some stones and put them in an iron basin, cover them with fine sand, and put them under your feet. This way the temperature can be maintained for several hours and you won't have to freeze your feet."

Wang Hao nodded hurriedly after hearing this. In fact, two coats were pretty good, one for sitting on the bed and one for covering.

But Yang Xiaotao told him so, so he just did it.

"Captain Hou, your comrades who are responsible for recording data during the day should also pay attention. It's hot inside the greenhouse and cold outside. It's easy to catch a cold when you go in and out."

"Yes, Captain."

Let the two of them continue to work, while Yang Xiaotao rushed to the construction site not far away.

Yang Dazhuang and others were busy building the wall.

With the previous experience, the subsequent greenhouse construction became much smoother.

On the side, Mr. Yang was chatting with Lao Jinbian while helping. Yang Xiaotao stepped forward and said a few words before stepping forward to help.

If you find a suitable environment and determine it, you need to plant it on a large scale.

At that time, the number of greenhouses will restrict the scale of herbal medicine.

While Yang Xiaotao and Yang Jiazhuang were busy with everyone, Ran Qiuye rode a bicycle to the machinery factory.

Originally, Ran Qiuye thought about going to the courtyard to get it when Lou Xiaoe was free, but after thinking about it, it was better to deliver it.

Mainly, I want Lou Xiaoe and the others to prepare early.

After all, it's a good song.

She didn't want her man's creations to suffer from shortcomings due to lack of preparation.

The guard guarding the gate saw that it was Ran Qiuye. After asking about the situation, the guard called Yang Xiaotao's office. Soon Lou Xiao'e ran out and took Ran Qiuye into the machinery factory.

Arriving at the office, Ran Qiuye took out the manuscript and handed it to Lou Xiaoe.

After learning that it was Yang Xiaotao's new work, Lou Xiao'e immediately called Liu Lixue.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Afterwards, the three women stayed in the office all morning, and Ran Qiuye did not leave the office until lunch time.

When Lou Xiao'e and Lou Xiao'e went out, their eyes were red.

In the next few days, Yang Xiaotao waited in Yangjiazhuang to check the cultivation status of the seeds.

Among them, on the third day, Yang Xiaotao had already taken Xiaowei out and checked the growth status of the seeds in various greenhouses.

However, the time was still short, and the seeds of the wormwood contained too little energy, so the difference between them was negligible, so Xiaowei's exploration had no obvious effect.

However, on the fourth day, Xiaowei received news that the energy activity in the seeds in greenhouse No. 3 was stronger than that in the other four greenhouses.

After learning the news, Yang Xiaotao asked Xiaowei to focus on observing the seeds in shed No. 3 and try to find the most suitable one.

At the same time, Yang Xiaotao once again adjusted the temperatures of the two adjacent greenhouses according to the temperature difference in greenhouse No. 3.

Although Hou Lijing, Wang Hao and others didn't know why, they didn't ask.

Just follow Yang Xiaotao's request.

During the day, everyone pulled up the straw curtain, raised it and lowered it again.

If the temperature is not enough, you have to use a brazier to heat it up.

Continuous repetition, boring work, tempers everyone's will.

Just when Yang Xiaotao thought it might take a few more days, on the sixth day, Xiaowei said that the seeds in shed No. 4 were showing signs of germination just like those in shed No. 3.

Although Yang Xiaotao did not show it openly, he mentally recorded the temperature changes between sheds No. 3 and 4. If nothing unexpected happened, the temperature and temperature difference in this range would be the temperature suitable for the growth of Artemisia japonica.

When the time came to the seventh day, Xiaowei once again received good news.

In Shed No. 3, the shape of the seeds in pots No. 359 to No. 363 changed.

Yang Xiaotao immediately wrote down the soil number, then looked it up to determine the basic ratio of the soil.

At the same time, Yang Xiaotao asked Xiaowei to check the seeds with the same soil number in shed No. 4, and the answer he got was also better than ordinary seeds.
To be continued...