Who Is Still a Second-Rate Person After Being Reborn?

Gobi desert, Suaeda grass, black smoke from bulldozers, the first plow at the foot of Tianshan Mountains 1985, Northern Xinjiang. The whole village was waiting to see the joke. That second-rate son of the Zhou family said he wanted to open up the wasteland at the east end. Three hundred acres. Suaeda can grow as tall as a person. Someone tried growing sunflowers the year before last, but they didn't even get back the seed money. His brother didn't say anything, he just polished the shovel and put it under the wall. His sister didn't say anything, but slapped the sixty-seven yuan she had saved for three years on the table. Uncle Ma next door squatted on the ditch and laughed at him: "If you could dig the ditch, I would chew it alive." Later the channel was opened. Uncle Ma really chewed it. Later, he drove that shabby Dongfanghong-75 and turned three hundred acres of Suaeda grass into loess. The whole village stood on the bank of the ditch and watched, but no one said anything. Captain Zhao said: "There will be an on-site meeting in the countryside next year, and I will bring them to your place to watch." Zhou Yuanchao wiped the dirt from his face: "On-site meeting? I will build an agricultural machinery hangar here next year." This is the story of a second-rate boy who was reborn and led the whole village to open up wasteland, grow cotton, and establish a cooperative. My wife and children are the target. Agricultural empires were the result.