Siheyuan: I just want to live

After Chen Feng rode his old bicycle to the farm, he couldn't wait to go to the office.

Pushing open the slightly old door, a faint unpleasant smell filled Chen Feng's sense of smell, making him feel very uncomfortable.

He sighed softly, and then began to carefully tidy up the office that he had not taken good care of for more than ten days.

Chen Feng sorted the piles of documents on the table in order and placed the chairs neatly. Every move he made was so serious and careful.

As time slowly passed, the office was finally cleaned up and tidy.

Chen Feng straightened up, raised his head slightly, and wiped the sweat from his forehead. As Chen Feng wiped the sweat, his eyes inadvertently fell on the ancient clock hanging on the wall.

The hour and minute hands moved quietly. Although there was still some time before the official working time, Chen Feng saw through the window glass that many workers had already arrived at the farm.

What caught Chen Feng's attention even more was that there were many people carrying rakes, forks and other various farm tools, walking towards the farmland in a mighty procession. Those figures looked particularly firm and powerful in the sunlight.

Looking at this lively scene, Chen Feng felt an irresistible urge in his heart. He knew that he could no longer stay in the quiet office and had to go out and take a look.

So Chen Feng turned around, strode out of the office, followed closely behind the workers, and walked towards the farmland where the wheat had just been harvested.

As the slightly cool breeze gently brushed across Chen Feng's face, he slowly walked to the edge of the vast farmland.

From a distance, you can clearly see that a large group of hardworking workers have begun to engage in busy work one after another.

Chen Feng stood there quietly, his eyes moving among the crowd. He saw that all the workers seemed very focused and had clear division of labor.

One of them held a large rake and skillfully began to gather together the wheat straw scattered all over the ground, as if he was carefully combing a piece of messy hair.

The other person quickly picked up the reaped straw with a sharp fork and carefully stacked them into small piles, as if he was building a tiny but neat straw castle.

They were busy in an orderly manner, waiting to load the wheat straw onto the tractor and then pull it aside to pile it up properly and store it carefully.

Chen Feng is well aware of the importance of wheat straw. It can be crushed and mixed with wheat bran to become the main feed for the piglets in the farm.

Seeing this warm and lively scene, Chen Feng did not rashly disturb these hard-working workers.

Instead, he walked quietly and aimlessly in the farmland, his eyes full of respect for the hard work of the farm workers.

As the slight breeze gently brushed across Chen Feng's face, he slowly walked across a vast and empty farmland.

The wheat straw in this farmland had long been gathered up by hardworking people with tools. However, on this seemingly flat ground, there were still some golden wheat grains left, as if they were precious jewels accidentally scattered by the earth.

Chen Feng stood there quietly, his eyes fixed on the grains of wheat. He looked at the grains of wheat and instantly understood the reason.

He knew very well that these remaining wheat grains must have been inadvertently taken out of the machines along with the wheat straw for some reason when the large harvesters were diligently harvesting the wheat.

This phenomenon did not surprise Chen Feng at all.

Because in the technologically advanced era of the past, similar situations often occurred with those efficient harvesters, let alone today when agricultural machinery is just beginning to be used?

Chen Feng narrowed his eyes slightly and began to carefully observe the remaining wheat grains and the surrounding environment.

He found that compared with the previous life, the harvesters of this era seemed to have some shortcomings in some aspects, such as the relatively large number of wheat grains scattered.

Perhaps it is because the technology is not yet fully mature, which undoubtedly caused some additional losses to the farm.

However, faced with the losses that have already occurred, Chen Feng really felt helpless.

He was not a professional agricultural machinery engineer, and he had no ability to improve and optimize those large and complex harvesters.

It seemed like an insurmountable technological gap lying before him, making him feel helpless.

Besides, he couldn't give orders to the farm workers to pick up the scattered wheat grains.

You know, this farm is extremely large. It is simply a fantasy to pick up all the fallen wheat grains with only the one or two hundred people on the farm.

Not only is this inefficient, but it is also likely to cause workers to put in far more effort than they gain, which is not worth the effort.

Rather than leaving workers in this futile situation, it would be better to have them do some other more valuable work.

After Chen Feng slowly walked around the farmland, his heart full of emotion, he finally returned to the office reluctantly.

He picked up the documents that Secretary Cheng handed to him, gently opened them, and read them carefully. These documents were extremely precious to Chen Feng, and they were important materials for him to study and learn from.

However, fate always seemed to like playing tricks on people. Before he had time to take a closer look, there was a hurried knock on the office door. The sound seemed to be reminding him that a new problem had arisen.

After hearing the knock on the door, Chen Feng, who was originally concentrating on reading the documents, also stopped after hearing the sound.

Then, while methodically putting the important documents into the drawer, he raised his head and shouted at the tightly closed office door: "Come in! The door is not closed!"

Chen Feng's voice was loud and clear, and could be heard clearly throughout the corridor.

As soon as Chen Feng finished speaking, there was a creaking sound, and the door of Chen Feng's office was slowly pushed open.

As the door opened, a hint of barely perceptible surprise flashed across Chen Feng's originally calm eyes.

He looked carefully and found that the people who came to see him this time were not just one person, but a group of people with different identities and responsibilities.

The first person to come in was Accountant Guan Renguan, who was always smiling and friendly. His signature round-frame glasses sparkled under the light, as if hiding countless secrets.

Following behind him was Minister Wei Zhibo, who was in charge of logistics. He was tall and strong, and walked with a steady and powerful step, revealing an aura that should not be underestimated.

Further behind was Director Luo Hua from the office. He had a serious expression and a hint of caution in his eyes, and it seemed that he was thinking about something important.

The last person to come in was Niu Laosan, the team leader of the farm workers. He wore a worn straw hat and his face was full of traces of time.

When Chen Feng saw so many people, his surprise became even stronger.

His tightly pursed lips opened slightly, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes, and then he quickly returned to normal.

Chen Feng raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing an amiable smile, and asked with a smile: "Why are you all gathered together today? Do you have something to do? Well, let's take them one by one!"

There was a hint of teasing in his voice, but more of it was curiosity about the arrival of everyone.

Hearing Chen Feng's words, Accountant Guan spoke first without hesitation: "Let me speak first!"

Although his voice was not loud, his tone was firm.

Afterwards, regardless of whether the others behind him agreed or not, he directly said, "Director Chen, this is the cost for the entire summer harvest period. Please approve and sign."

As he spoke, he took out a thick stack of documents from his pocket and handed them to Chen Feng. Every number on the documents seemed to be telling the story of that busy summer harvest time.

Chen Feng slowly took the document, read it carefully, and signed his vigorous name on it without hesitation. Then Chen Feng returned the document to the other party.

After years of continuous practice and Jin Ling's instruction, Chen Feng's handwriting has reached a level that is presentable.

Accountant Guan took the document with a smile on his face, and then said to Chen Feng respectfully: "Director Chen, since you have already signed, I will go back to arrange the relevant matters first, so as not to delay the progress of subsequent work."

Upon seeing this, Chen Feng had an idea and quickly tried to persuade them to stay, "Hey! Don't leave yet. I have something very important to discuss with everyone." When everyone heard this, they all looked curious and started talking among themselves.

Chen Feng looked at everyone present, cleared his throat, and said seriously: "Originally I was going to look for you guys later, but since everyone is here, I'll finish my work later and then explain it to everyone in detail."

After that, Chen Feng said to Accountant Guan alone, "Later, Accountant Guan, tell me what you think."

After listening to Chen Feng's words, Accountant Guan nodded slightly, with a thoughtful gleam in his eyes, and then said softly: "Okay, Director Chen, I will definitely think about it seriously and put forward my opinion."

After saying that, Accountant Guan stood quietly aside, waiting to see what important things Chen Feng had to say.

After dealing with the headache of Accountant Guan, Chen Feng slowly turned his gaze to the head of the logistics department and said softly, "Minister Wei, why did you come to see me on purpose?"

Chen Feng tilted his head slightly, a faint smile appeared on his face, and he waited quietly for Wei Zhibo's answer.

At this moment, Wei Zhibo, who was in a trance and kept guessing in his mind what Chen Feng was going to mention later, suddenly came back to his senses as if struck by lightning.

His originally scattered eyes instantly focused, and an inexplicable tension surged in his heart.

He subconsciously adjusted his collar and cleared his throat.