Era: I was a farmer at the foot of Yaoling Mountain

Fang Wei and Pan Lianhua departed from the provincial capital and arrived in Kunming by plane.

The person in charge of the Tiannan base sent people and vehicles to wait at the airport in advance. Since the person in charge himself was really unable to leave, Fang Wei would not mind such a thing.

For him, work comes first; welcoming and seeing off guests are minor matters.

"Leave me a car. You guys go back first, and I'll go to the base in a couple of days."

Now that he had brought Pan Lianhua to Chuncheng, Fang Wei couldn't go directly to inspect the base. Instead, he planned to spend a couple of days with his wife.

Take a stroll around, sample the local delicacies, and wander the streets; Pan Lianhua will definitely love it.

He left a car with the base staff and then sent the men away.

It's currently the time to prepare for spring planting, and everyone is very busy, so he doesn't need several people to follow him around all the time.

However, even while he's enjoying his trip, he'll take some time to visit Yaoling Logistics Tiannan Company to check on the company's situation after the cleanup and restructuring.

"Third Brother, let's go eat Crossing-the-Bridge Noodles tonight."

Pan Lianhua doesn't know much about Tiannan or Chuncheng, but she's heard of rice noodles and plans to try them.

Fang Wei had no objection; he had eaten this stuff in his previous life and didn't find it quite to his liking. He hadn't tried it in this life yet, so it would be a good opportunity to go and try it with his wife.

The two rested at the hotel for a while before going out in the evening.

Fang Wei drove along the street, gradually familiarizing himself with the road environment near the hotel.

Later, they stopped in front of a fairly large restaurant, and the two got out of the car and went inside.

More than an hour later, the two emerged from the restaurant. The meal had left them with a good impression; perhaps some of the dishes could only be found authentically in their local area.

The two spent two days sightseeing in Kunming, and took the opportunity to visit Yaoling Logistics Tiannan Company before heading straight to Tianan Base.

"When we have time next time, let's travel around Tiannan properly."

In just two days, Fang Wei received a meeting notice.

He could only stay at the Tiannan base for a few days before having to go to Beijing for a meeting, so he didn't have time to visit Pan Lianhua in more places.

"Okay, we'll talk about it later. You go ahead and do your thing."

The two have maintained contact with their workplaces during the past few days. The meeting notice has been sent to the cooperative, and Pan Lianhua is aware of it.

For her, it's nice to just go out for a stroll; she doesn't necessarily have to stay outside for a long time.

Upon arriving at the base, Fang Wei began to inspect the various areas, essentially taking a look at the overall layout. Production was already underway, and the employees' livelihoods were also secure.

As for other ancillary facilities, they are still under construction and will not affect the spring planting work.

Fang Wei designated the 21 mu of farmland belonging to the base, incorporating these lands into the [planting area]. He no longer needed to worry about the rest, so he and Pan Lianhua returned to Chuncheng.

Fang Wei flew directly to Beijing, while Pan Lianhua flew to the provincial capital.

After arriving in the provincial capital, Pan Lianhua did not leave immediately. She went to her own courtyard, planning to wait for Fang Wei to finish his meeting before going home together.

The meeting was held, and the joint proposal by Fang Wei and others received great attention and was included in the agenda of the meeting.

Many delegates agreed that we should vigorously support domestically produced seeds, and not hand over our livelihood to others, lest we be held hostage by them in the future.

After the meeting ended, Fang Wei and over a hundred other representatives finally felt a sense of relief and pride.

For many years, these people have been calling for the protection of domestically produced seeds, and that relevant authorities should introduce policies to encourage the development of breeding companies and provide them with certain support.

It's truly remarkable that we've finally gained the attention of the relevant authorities.

It is foreseeable that many breeding companies will emerge in the future, and China will completely solve the problems of breeding and seed supply, firmly grasping the initiative in grain production and non-staple food production.

We really can't let foreign capital monopolize the entire seed industry.

After finishing the meeting, Fang Wei went to see Tingting's family and then flew to the provincial capital.

"Third Brother, why are you so happy?"

After all, they were an old married couple, and Pan Lianhua immediately sensed Fang Wei's change in mood upon seeing him.

Fang Wei didn't want to hide anything and mentioned the great opportunities that the seed industry was about to usher in. This wasn't a secret, as it had already been mentioned in the news.

"That's great! You've been calling for this for so many years, and now we finally have a good result."

Pan Lianhua smiled gently, then prepared several dishes and even drank a few cups with Fang Wei.

the next day.

Fang Wei called Pang Wanxin and others, saying that he was in the provincial capital and invited everyone to get together.

Old Pang immediately said he would arrange for us to have dinner together that evening.

Fang Wei's connection with these people wasn't very close, but it wasn't distant either; they would catch up from time to time. They would talk about business when there was something to discuss, and have meals and drinks when there wasn't. Over the years, they had become like family.

night.

Fang Wei brought Pan Lianhua to the restaurant. He had informed Pang Wanxin beforehand to avoid making the situation seem abrupt.

When they arrived at the private room, they found that almost everyone had brought their families, so two tables were set up in the large room. There was no other way; there were too many people, and one table couldn't accommodate everyone.

Pan Lianhua quickly became acquainted with the "ladies." Her years as factory director hadn't been for nothing; she was certainly socially adept and knew how to handle people. "Secretary Fang, you're amazing! You went all the way to Tiannan and solved the problem. It seems we all underestimated the influence of Yaoling Agriculture. From now on, your value will increase exponentially."

Pang Wanxin raised a glass of wine, and everyone drank it down together.

He then remarked with feeling that before everyone had a chance to put their efforts into the Yaoling Logistics issue, Secretary Fang went to the meeting alone and solved the problem directly.

"It's all thanks to everyone's help in connecting us. I won't say anything more. I'll drink this cup."

Fang Wei wasn't just being polite; after what happened last time, everyone present had given him their contact information. Those people might not have played a crucial role, but they were all connections, and he remembered that favor.

Then, everyone drank heartily.

The ladies at the other table also chatted very congenially, and after eating and drinking their fill, they played a few rounds of mahjong.

The gathering ended close to 10 p.m.

"Secretary Fang, Wang Lin may be about to be removed from his post. You should prepare in advance."

Everyone left one after another, with Pang Wanxin and Fang Wei walking at the back. He whispered a message to Fang Wei.

Fang Wei was mentally prepared for Wang Lin's departure, so he wasn't very surprised.

"Okay, I understand, thank you!"

The two families parted ways downstairs and went their separate ways.

The next day.

Fang Wei and Pan Lianhua returned to the village, where spring planting was in full swing.

Cai Tong, Lin Bingkun, and others came to the production line. Fang Wei did not slack off either, and began his routine inspection work on the third day after returning.

Meanwhile, in Guangzhou, Sun Daoren and Binbin stared at each other in the clinic, spending another quiet morning.

The clinic's situation did not improve significantly after the Spring Festival. On average, it saw less than 10 patients a day, and sometimes not a single patient would come in for half a day.

Just like this morning, the two of them sat there for half a day without anyone coming.

"Binbin, are you worried?"

There wasn't much to do in the morning, so Fang Hongbin tidied up the herbs and read a few pages of a book.

Sun Daoren didn't see much emotional fluctuation in the other person's eyes, which is why he asked that question.

"It would be a lie to say I'm not anxious, but there's no use being anxious. Anyway, the clinic's operating costs are low, so even if we lose money for a few years, it won't be a serious problem. I can accept that."

Binbin smiled slightly, not particularly concerned about the current dire situation.

He now trusts his wife's judgment; it was Liu Xuemei who advised him to buy the house, and now the benefits are becoming increasingly apparent.

Without too much business pressure, one is less likely to break down mentally.

"That's the right way to think! I've already called the temple and spread the word that I'm in Guangzhou. We should see results soon. We can remain calm and collected, but we can't just do nothing."

Sun Daoren was also an optimist, but he didn't want this matter to cause Binbin too much of a blow.

He lives at the Sanqing Temple, and many people ask him to see patients, but they might not get their wish even after waiting for months. Now he doesn't have much to do at his clinic, and he gets bored sitting there all day, so he came up with this idea.

After all, most of the people who seek his medical help are either rich or powerful, so it's not a big deal for them to come all the way to Guangzhou.

"Grandpa Sun, your idea is great! You should have said so earlier, otherwise I would have lost half a pound of weight in the past few days."

Binbin burst into laughter and gave the old Taoist priest a thumbs-up.

"You're losing weight? I think you've actually gained weight recently."

Sun Daoren gave a sly smile, directly exposing Binbin's lie.

To be honest, they are both people with great attitudes, and bickering like this is normal for them.

"Old Taoist Master, I'm so glad to finally see you!"

Just then, a very fat man walked in from outside the door, weighing at least 200 pounds.

This man had a loud voice and exaggerated expressions, but his eagerness to see Master Sun was genuine.

Sun Daoren and Binbin exchanged a glance. They hadn't had a single patient all morning, but now this big fat man had finally arrived.

Fang Wei traveled from Hengzhou to Chenzhou, then to Yangshan, and finally returned to the county, making a huge detour.

In fact, agricultural production had long been institutionalized and standardized, so he basically didn't need to worry about it. But even the best standards need supervision, and he didn't think he could rest easy from then on.

He is not the kind of entrepreneur who sits in an office reading documents and reports to make decisions. He is a pragmatist who spends his years working on the front lines of production. He believes that this is more important than listening to reports and reading reports.

Pan Lianhua was used to the way men worked, so she never held anyone back.

Fang Wei returned home covered in dust from his journey, and Pan Lianhua personally cooked several of his favorite dishes for him.

"Third Brother, did Binbin call you? I wonder how things are at the clinic?"

Pan Lianhua hasn't received a call from her son recently. She has called a few times, but each time he says he's busy and hangs up in a hurry. (End of Chapter)