You were tasked with guarding the Sihang Warehouse, and you brought out a Tiger tank?

Tian Peizhi sighed, his brows furrowing into a knot:

"General Lin, the situation is not optimistic."

It's already mid-April.

In Shandong Province, we mainly grow winter wheat, and now is the critical period of "jointing and heading".

As the saying goes, spring rain is as precious as oil, and spring drought is as fierce as a tiger.

Since the beginning of spring this year, there has been hardly any rain, and the ground is so dry that it has cracked open.

If we don't water it soon, this summer grain crop will likely face widespread crop failure.

"Drought relief?"

Lin Feng tapped his fingers on the table, lost in thought for a moment:

"There are many rivers in Shandong Province, and the groundwater is also relatively abundant."

"If the water conservancy facilities are damaged, we'll repair them."

Considering that Zhou Ruida's engineering corps now possesses a large amount of engineering machinery and is quite adept at civil engineering, Lin Feng simply said:

"I will order the engineering corps to be mobilized, with bulldozers and excavators, to help the people dredge the river channels and dig irrigation canals."

Lin Feng paused for a moment, then quickly came up with a good idea:

"As for the issue of pumping water..."

Our army had previously destroyed many Japanese tanks, trucks, and even crashed planes on the battlefield.

Among the wreckage were many intact diesel and gasoline engines.

Zhiyuan, you need to contact Foreman Chen at Sifang Motorcycle Factory immediately.

All these engines were disassembled, and water pumps and belts were added to convert them into high-powered water pumps.

They used trucks to transport the water to the fields and then pumped it directly from rivers and deep wells for irrigation.

Upon hearing this extremely hardcore industrialized drought relief plan, Tian Peizhi and Chen Zhiyuan were both stunned.

Using a tank engine to pump water for irrigation?

This is an unprecedented and devastating attack.

Tian Peizhi's voice trembled with excitement, and he was somewhat incredulous, after all, since the Republic of China era, the land of Daxia had been a place of warlord conflicts.

The young man in front of him now occupies Jiaodong, and instead of thinking about how to exploit him, he is willing to contribute his efforts and money to help the people farm.

"General Lin, is this...is this going to work?"

Fuel is precious; our army should save it for fighting the Japanese.

Lin Feng smiled confidently:

"Why not? I have connections when it comes to fuel."

Farmers are the eldest sons of the nation, and agriculture is the foundation of everything. Soldiers cannot kill Japanese soldiers on an empty stomach.

"Old Tian, ​​don't worry. Only a bountiful harvest can truly support our army in fighting the Japanese."

Upon hearing this, Old Tian's mouth hung open for a long time, unable to calm down.

Lin Feng didn't say anything more, but took the old man's hand and squeezed it tightly.

Actually, he had an even bigger trump card up his sleeve.

His system has just been upgraded to Level V, unlocking the brand new [Industry] exchange section.

He planned to thoroughly search the system after the meeting.

See if we can directly use merit points or silver coins to exchange for more efficient and advanced agricultural machinery and pumping equipment.

Let's give this era's backward agriculture a real technological shock.

"Besides the spring drought, there is another big problem."

Chen Zhiyuan adjusted his glasses and took out a report:

"There is a severe labor shortage."

Due to years of war, in recent months, young and able-bodied men in Shandong Province have either been conscripted or harmed by the Japanese.

In many places, there is a severe shortage of young and middle-aged people, and those who remain in the villages are mostly the elderly, the weak, the sick, and the disabled.

Spring planting of sorghum and corn is just around the corner, and many villages simply don't have enough manpower to work in the fields.

As the saying goes, around Grain Rain, it's time to plant melons and beans; late spring is precisely the time when labor is needed.

"labor force?"

Lin Feng sneered:

"This is easy to handle."

Didn't our army capture a large number of puppet soldiers, traitors, and hooligans during the previous purge?

Those whose hands were stained with the blood of ordinary people have been executed after a public trial.

Those who didn't deserve to die shouldn't be kept in jail for nothing!

So I'll have them all put into labor reform camps, put them in shackles, and have someone with a whip keep an eye on them.

They were made to go to the fields to pull plows, carry manure, and dig irrigation ditches.

Anyone who dares to slack off will be court-martialed, how about that?

As for the Japanese prisoners of war?

Lin Feng didn't mention it at all.

Because apart from high-ranking generals like Seishiro Itagaki, who had immense political value, the ordinary Japanese soldiers had long since been physically exterminated by his troops on the battlefield or during the cleanup.

Chen Zhiyuan nodded repeatedly upon hearing this suggestion.

"General Lin, it's like this..."

When it came to labor reform, Chen Zhiyuan immediately offered a new idea:

"Our province of Shandong has been known for its many bandits since ancient times."

When Han was in power, he only cared about collecting taxes and exploiting the land, and didn't care about domestic affairs at all.

This led to rampant banditry and local warlords, severely disrupting the lives and livelihoods of ordinary people.

Later, when the Japanese invaded, some of these bandits, for the sake of wealth and power, directly surrendered to the Japanese and became puppet soldiers.

Another group, under the banner of the Nationalist government, claimed to be anti-Japanese guerrillas regardless of whether they had received official appointment certificates.

In reality, they didn't have the guts to fight the Japanese, but they were quite bold in oppressing the people and robbing their grain.

The common people hate them to the core.

"Without eliminating bandits, the people will never have a peaceful day."

Lin Feng slammed his hand on the table. Now that he was the acting head of the Zhuxi in Shandong Province, he naturally had to take charge of the fact that there were many bandits in Shandong Province.

As for the fake guerrillas and real bandits?

It just so happens that he also holds the title of guerrilla commander of the Su-Lu war zone. He wants to take some time to see which ones are true anti-Japanese patriots and which ones are bastards who are taking advantage of the chaos and causing trouble!

He spoke in a chilling tone:

"Back when I was in Zhejiang Province, I was a very skilled person."

In this way, I will send out three regiments of troops, breaking them up into smaller units, to carry out bandit suppression operations.

Whether they were real bandits or fake guerrillas waving the banner of resistance against Japan.

I can assure you both that anyone who dares to harm the common people will be dealt with without leniency, and will be punished as a traitor and wiped out on the spot!

Those captured alive, even those without blood on their hands, were also sent to labor camps to atone for their sins by working in the fields.

Tian Peizhi nodded repeatedly as he listened to Lin Feng's swift and decisive methods.

But he still raised one last, and most crucial, question:

"General Lin, even if we have water and people..."

However, some farmers do not have farming tools or good seeds.

When the Japanese came to Daxia, they came to invade and plunder. Many iron pots, plows, and hoes in the villages were all stolen by the Japanese and melted down.

In addition, the traitors exploited them, even stealing all the seeds that the people had for spring planting.

Even the most skilled cook can't cook without rice.

"I'll handle this problem."

Lin Feng stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the vibrant Qingcheng Port outside:

"Mr. Tian, ​​have you heard the stories of the 'knife-selling merchants' in folk tradition?"

Tian Peizhi paused for a moment, then nodded.

"Then let's be the official 'knife-on-delivery' service provider for once."

Lin Feng turned around, his eyes gleaming with confidence:

"I will order the Sifang Locomotive Factory to melt down all the scrap metal, wreckage, and damaged weapons salvaged from the battlefield and remelt them into steel."

Working day and night, they mass-produced brand-new hoes and iron plows.

In addition, we previously raided the homes of so many major traitors, and their cellars were piled high with grain. We can select the plumpest grains as high-quality seeds.

These farming tools and improved seeds were distributed to the people free of charge.

Registered.

Tell the villagers that they don't need to pay money now.

When summer and autumn came, the crops were plentiful, and everyone had enough to eat. The surplus grain was then used to offset the cost of the farm tools and seeds.

After hearing Lin Feng's words, Tian Peizhi and Chen Zhiyuan exchanged a glance.

Both of them saw undisguised excitement and deep shock in each other's eyes.

Lin Feng's plan was a devastating blow to the laissez-faire agricultural management of the Republic of China era.

It can not only quickly solve the urgent needs of spring plowing and restore agricultural production.

More importantly, this approach of putting oneself in others' shoes and genuinely considering the needs of the people will completely win over the hearts and minds of the people of Shandong.

He wanted the people of this land to follow him, Lin Feng, wholeheartedly.

Having lived most of his life, Tian Peizhi had seen many old warlords who only knew how to levy exorbitant taxes and exploit the land.

He was initially afraid that Lin Feng's conquest of Jiaodong was nothing more than a new military leader coming to lord it over the country.

But now it seems that this young general is definitely not the kind of warlord who is ready to make a quick buck and run.

Instead, they should be like Xin Qiji and Yue Fei, truly dedicating themselves to development in Shandong Province.

Then, based in Shandong Province, he fought against the Japanese invaders and recovered lost territory—a great hero!

At that moment, the two were completely convinced.

Tian Peizhi suddenly stood up, his eyes red-rimmed, and bowed deeply.

"General Lin, your words are truly appreciated."

Even if it costs me my old life, I will definitely build granaries for you in Shandong Province!

Chen Zhiyuan also stood up straight, saluted forcefully, and loudly declared:

"Please rest assured, General, I will do my best to assist Elder Tian."

We will never let our brothers fighting on the front lines go hungry, nor will we let our fellow villagers criticize our 33rd Army Corps!