The old leader thought about it and it was indeed a good idea. Lu Ye was a practical man, so it would be true that he would report it with him.

After all, Lu Ye is now in charge of this work.

The old leader agreed with Lu Ye’s idea, and then he called Xichuan Daily.

The editor-in-chief nodded and agreed, sent a reporter to find Lu Ye, and then Lu Ye drove a jeep and started to transfer from each unit.

I have more than 200 copies of the claimed books in my hand.

With this action, more than 6,000 acres of wind and sand belts in northern Xichuan were implemented.

Xichuan Agricultural College also claims the most because of the large number of people.

Some small units only have dozens of people from top to bottom, and it would be great to claim one acre.

Then there are several factories, textile mills, steel mills, coal mills, and paper mills.

Although they are not as crowded as Xichuan Agricultural College, they have also claimed dozens of acres.

Propaganda must be promoted, and it must be well promoted and vigorously promoted.

Qiao Qingyu found two principals during her lunch break, but there was still no sign of Sun Xiyuan at this time, and of course there were many people missing.

The newly appointed Propaganda Minister of Student Union came to find Qiao Qingyu.

She really has nothing to do with the big-character poster she posted last time.

But it is unknown if it was not operated by her friends and classmates.

However, she and Qiao Qingyu cooperated very well.

Her name is Xiao Xia.

I was also thinking about how to write the manuscript while working.

This manuscript must also be published within the school.

Qiao Qingyu brought her with her when she was looking for the principal.

After talking about it, the Propaganda Department also wanted to submit the manuscript to Xichuan Daily. Principal Lu didn't know the trick here yet. He said, "No need, the reporter of Xichuan Daily has arrived. He said hello to me and went to the interview. After he went back, his manuscript would be published soon."

Before Qiao Qingyu could speak, Xiao Xia said bluntly, "Principal, the reporter of Xichuan Daily only interviewed Sun Xiyuan. I wanted to talk to him and he ignored me, nor did he go to interview other classmates. He didn't even come as a faculty member. He took a few close-ups of Sun Xiyuan alone, and they left in a jeep..."

After saying that, Xiao Xia also looked at the time, "Principal, they have been leaving for three hours."

It is twelve o'clock now, and because the journey is a bit far, it is impossible to go back to eat, so the canteen steamed buns of mixed grains in advance, and the carrot strips and pickles were served in a truck. The canteen in the backyard was transported by truck and porridge was filled with large iron buckets.

So these people did not leave this area.

Naturally, the principal frowned. If Xiao Xia said so, then the reporter and Sun Xiyuan should have left less than an hour after they were here.

What to interview?

What about playing?

What about taking a quick look?

Principal Lu's face suddenly became gloomy. He took off the gloves in his hand and threw them to the ground hard. "It's like playing the piano randomly!"

He asked Qiao Qingyu and Xiao Xia to take their student union to organize the lunchtime students' meals.

Then he called the school’s Youth League branch secretary.

The Youth League branch secretary is a teacher from the school.

The deputy secretary was chosen by the students.

There are also many schools that are appointed by the school, regardless of their chief or deputy.

After all, this department is a little different from the student union.

The principal talked about this and looked at the reaction of the Youth League branch secretary. He felt confident. It seemed that he was also an insider.

He asked, "Is this sick or something? No matter what, Sun Xiyuan is now holding a position, and 80% of the students in our school are members of the League."

This is not a fool, so you have to say it next?

The secretary of the Youth League branch looked a little embarrassed, but what can he do if he is stuck in the middle?

He went to find Qiao Qingyu, of course these two people had many contacts and cooperation.

At this time, the students had already finished their lunch and continued to work hard.

Qiao Qingyu pointed to these people and started talking, "...Some students' hands were ground out of bubbles, some students went to fetch water, their shoulders were red and swollen, and some insisted on working with illness... Why are they doing this? It's not for us, Xichuan, to really become the south of the Yangtze River outside the border. If there really is one day, I believe that everything each student who participated has experienced today will be the most precious wealth in their lives!"

The secretary of the Youth League branch looked a little heavier. He looked at Qiao Qingyu deeply, said nothing or asked, and turned around and left.

Qiao Qingyu has now been trained.

For her, this job is tiring, but not that serious.

Not many of the students here are pampered and have a good time, most of them are hard-working.

Why don’t the Youth League Secretary follow?

But what should be said still has to be said.

Let’s see how to solve it above. She has her last killer move.

The vice principal turned his eyes and whispered to a teacher who had been around him. Then the teacher followed the truck that delivered steamed buns and water back to school while the person was not paying attention.

What is Sun Xiyuan doing?

She sat on a chair on the school corridor with a book, with her back sunbathed and her eyes narrowed. If this was the usual scene, it would be very pleasing to the eye.

But today it was particularly dazzling, with several male and female classmates next to her talking to her.

The teacher sighed. He was just a messenger. He told Sun Xiyuan that the principal had already known about her return to school. The League Secretary was about to talk to her and asked her to think about what to do?

Sun Xiyuan pouted in anger, what should I do? It’s really okay to find trouble. Why do you look at me? There are so many people working, is there still one she is left?

The teacher had to remind him, "...You are in the Youth League branch now. You have to lead the way. If you can't do it, you have to have a reason. Why didn't you do it? Oh, it depends on your bad face. Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Sun Xiyuan blinked her eyes and curled her lips, and she immediately understood it. Humph, what is a sick leave note?

Her aunt is in the hospital.

All cases can be prescribed.

...

It took a day and a half to plant a hundred acres of alfalfa, salmon and barley grass.

Next, we have to see if it will rain. If it doesn’t rain, then we have to organize people to water it.

After returning to school, Qiao Qingyu mobilized all the cadres of the student union to write the names of the students and faculty members who participated in the tree planting activity on big red paper.

It is placed in the publicity field and is ready to keep it, and then it will be added in the future.

Moreover, not only a large list, but detailed divisions have been made.

When everyone planted trees, they had already allocated them.

For example, in the Department of Agriculture, there are detailed plan reports on how much salinies, how much barley grass and alfalfa are there, how much land is allocated, and wherever they are located.

It can also be regarded as putting the responsibility on one's own head.

This is a big deal. You cannot take any form, but you must also ensure the subsequent survival rate.

Of course, the list was also checked by Qiao Qingyu and student union cadres one by one.

Those who did not participate would not do even if they had a sick leave note.

If you want this honor, you can sign up to apply for replanting.
Chapter completed!