A Seed Was Planted

At the very moment the intercontinental missile hit the South Pacific.

Thousands of kilometers from the missile's impact site, things were lively back in Huaxia.

As everyone knew,

for any province, its capital city was its undisputed heart.

But for various reasons, some provincial capitals were far less well-known than other cities in their province, sometimes leading to mistaken assumptions.

For example, many people thought Xiamen, rather than Fuzhou, was the capital of Fujian Province; that Nanjing, rather than Hefei, was the capital of Anhui; or that Luoyang was the capital of Zhongzhou, and so on.

Then there was Guangxi.

In later generations, thanks to luosifen's nationwide fame, many people would think Liuzhou was Guangxi's capital, or else Guilin, famed for its peerless scenery.

As for Yongcheng, the actual capital of Guangxi, it was sadly overlooked.

But in those days, luosifen wasn't nearly as famous as it would become, and Guilin's scenery had yet to appear on the back of the 20-yuan Huaxia banknote. So Yongcheng remained Guangxi's undisputed top city.

At this time,

Yongcheng had 53 communes, encompassing 1,323 production brigades and a registered population of 1.29 million.

Shima Commune lay in the southeast of NN City. It had 12,584 members, 19 production brigades, and 133 village groups.

That day,

nearly ten thousand commune members had gathered at the Militia Training Ground first thing in the morning.

Among them were sturdy men in hemp clothes, white-haired elders with faces full of wrinkles, and farm wives in floral padded jackets, babies in their arms. Crowds of all kinds streamed in from every direction in an orderly fashion, guided to their places by commune staff.

"Hey, Old Tian! Old Tian! You came too!"

"Comrade, where's Chenjiuwu Village?"

"Ma San'er, you've got some nerve showing your face! Didn't you get beaten enough