With the establishment of the State-run Hongxing Farm finalized and the ice and snow of Beidahuang beginning to melt, all things were reviving, and the frozen earth was finally thawing.
After the start of spring, the field work grew increasingly busy. The daily workload intensified, making Jiang Rou feel as though she were back in the days of the emergency harvest just after she had arrived the previous year.
At the first light of dawn, Jiang Rou was jolted awake by the sound of the production team’s copper gong, her head bumping hard against the earthen wall. The ice crystals that had formed on the window lattice had melted into water droplets, trickling down the old newspaper pasted over the window and forming a small puddle by the edge of the *kang*.
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