Chapter 304 No One Refuses to Give Up
I had a meal of steamed white flour buns made from flour ground from the freshest wheat harvested from the fields. They were so sweet and full of wheat aroma that I didn't even need to eat any vegetables.

Wang Deming finished four big steamed buns in one breath and then stopped eating.

He definitely ate very little, not even as much as the female comrades. There were many people in the commune who ate more than ten servings, and the amount of food that teenagers ate was about the same, or even more.

After finishing the steamed buns, it was time to say goodbye. The members said goodbye to him reluctantly and kept shouting on the way, asking him to help bring good news to the leader when he returned to Beijing!

I wish him good health forever!

Wang Deming responded by shouting: I will write to him!

The donkey cart went farther and farther away, and gradually the figures of the men, young and old, in the community could no longer be seen. They trudged along the bumpy dirt road again and returned to Zhumadian Railway Station.

Before getting on the bus, the member who sent him there forced a package on Wang Deming. Although it was already cold, he could easily feel out that it contained steamed buns and two eggs.

After many refusals, Wang Deming stuffed all the 10 kilograms of national food coupons left in his pocket into his pocket before he accepted this full bag of gift.

Since ancient times, there have always been people who look down on
Mud-legged people, country bumpkins, migrant workers. Only at this time are they called farmer brothers.

In my previous life, I watched a very good TV series "The Ming Dynasty 1566". There was a line in it that was very explosive: The treasury has always been empty, and people either take advantage of merchants or farmers. Let the people suffer, and I will bear the blame.
Do farmers know how hard it is for them? Wang Deming believes that they do.

Through chatting with members in the Satellite Cooperative during this period, he knew that every time there was a lean period, even members of a model grain-growing cooperative like the Satellite Cooperative would go hungry and have to struggle through that period of at least one to two months.

Although they grow wheat, the members can only eat white flour twice a year, once during the summer harvest and once during the Chinese New Year. The rest of the time they fill their stomachs with corn and sweet potatoes, and they also have to dig wild vegetables.

Farmers are really suffering, but what can they do? If a country wants to develop into an industrial country, it must import technology and equipment, but nothing comes for free.

We have no other choice but to tighten our belts and exchange our precious agricultural products.

We are not like the European and American capitalist empires such as Britain and the United States, which do not have vast colonies to exploit and accumulate capital.

Do the higher-ups know about this? They should know!

The higher-ups are also anxious to let the people live a good life! The description of the current contradiction in the country in 56 was: the contradiction between the people's need for rapid economic and cultural development and the current economic and cultural situation that cannot meet the people's needs.

At the end of 57, a call was published in the Masses Daily to catch up with or surpass the old imperialist Britain within 15 years, which gave everyone a boost of motivation.

Liberate the mind, liberate the masses. Roll up your sleeves and work hard!
Wang Deming touched the camera hanging on his chest and smiled bitterly unconsciously.

Although the weather was not too hot in mid-June, Wang Deming was still worried that the steamed buns in his package would go bad, so at dinner he took the initiative to share the extra buns with the passengers around him so that they could also taste the steamed buns made from this year's newly harvested wheat.

All I have eaten are good!

Finally, at dawn in the east, he saw the sparse green stretching across the western hills of the capital. Although he could no longer see the endless gray city walls surrounding the capital, he knew that he was finally back in the capital!

The wheat fields around the capital are still lush and it is not yet time to harvest them.

The first thing he did when he got home was to go into the newly decorated darkroom to develop photos without even having time to change his clothes. Then he wrote down what he had seen and heard along the way, and went out to put the photos together with the photos into a green mailbox and mailed it.

After finishing all this, he went back to the small factory and lay down on the kang. I hope it will work. With this good wish, Wang Deming couldn't hold back his sleepiness and fell into a deep sleep.

"You're finally awake! I couldn't contact you before, I was so worried!" When Wang Deming came out of the bedroom, he saw Diana sitting in the hall playing mahjong with Zhang Shouchun and others.

"Yawn, what's wrong?" Wang Deming stretched and prepared to go to the Tsinghua Garden bathhouse to take a bath to relieve fatigue. "Shouchun, help me find some clean clothes."

"Knowing your habits, I've been prepared for this."

Diana looked at Wang Deming with disdain, "Shouchun is still pregnant, why don't you go find it yourself? Or let me get it for you?"

Wang Deming rolled his eyes and ignored her.

Diana rolled her eyes, played a card and got down to business: "My French classmate wrote to me, saying that she has received the raw silk shipped from Hong Kong, and has communicated with several major textile families in France and Italy: Grace, Pangge, etc., and can continue to increase the supply."

"It's just that the price is 10% lower than Japanese raw silk."

"Why?" Wang Deming frowned and asked, "Why is it so much lower? If it was 1 or 2 points lower, it would be fine, but it has to be 10 points lower? These capitalists in France and Italy are too greedy!"

"Because the quality of domestic raw silk is not as good as that of the small silk! That's why they want to lower the price."

"No!" Wang Deming refused. "I would rather not do the raw silk export business than actively lower the price! If the French and Italians think that cooperation is beneficial, they can buy from us. Otherwise, let them continue to buy from Japan."

“First-class products should be sold at first-class prices!”

Wang Deming paced back and forth, thinking for a while, "Ask your French classmate to see if he can call two engineers who make raw silk machinery and agricultural technicians who raise silkworms from Italy. The quality of raw silk depends on the quality of the silk and the weaving of raw silk. I will ask someone to find the Academy of Agricultural Sciences to start joint breeding research on the quality of silk."

"Well, then how do we settle the bill for the thousands of tractors that have already been shipped to the country?"

"Let's put it on hold first. If it doesn't work, I'll transfer the US dollars from my Hong Kong account to you and Alexei."

"That's not necessary. We can afford to wait."

"Um"

Two weeks later, news came again from France that they agreed to purchase according to the raw silk futures price in Osaka, Japan, but would need to bear the freight.

Mr. Huo flew to France and Italy on behalf of Wang Deming. With the help of overseas agencies, he signed raw silk ordering agreements with several large textile factories on the other side. Subsequently, the first deposit was paid into the account of the new company in Hong Kong.

Wang Deming's multilateral barter trade is on the right track.

But there was no reply to the letter he sent.
Wang Deming couldn't help it and went to ask the real boss, but still didn't get any definite news.

Could it be that the letter was not delivered?

As a last resort, he developed the photos and reported in person.

As July is about to pass, the reports are still so hot, but there is still no news.

Wang Deming once again left Beijing with a letter of introduction, under the pretext of inspecting raw silk.
(End of this chapter)