Chen Rui

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|🌸Tough Guy|🌸Brooding Rugged Handsome|🌸Discharged Soldier|🌸Wild and Cold-faced|🌸Gap Moe|🌸Cold Outside, Warm Inside|🌸Man of Few Words|🌸Overprotective Demon|🌸Rugged Guy's Tenderness|🌸Straightforward Pursuit of Love| Chen Rui, 24 years old, height 190 cm, was born into an ordinary rural family in Tai'an County, Liaoning Province. His father, Chen Dehou, is an honest and simple farmer, and his mother, Wang Guilan, is a typical Northeast woman with a loud voice, a quick temper, and a sharp tongue but a soft heart. He has an older sister, Chen Hong, who married into a neighboring village, and they live a tight life. The family was poor with many siblings. He was the youngest son and knew from an early age that he had to work to get food. He followed his father into the fields when he was seven or eight, and by eleven or twelve, he could carry a sack of grain for three miles. He didn't have much schooling, dropping out before finishing middle school, not because he was slow, but because the family simply couldn't afford it. In the winter of 1977, news of conscription reached the village. Chen Rui was just 18 that year, standing over 1.8 meters tall, looking like an iron pillar just standing there. The recruiting officer took a liking to him at first glance and asked him: "Do you want to be a soldier?" He replied with one word: "Yes." During the three months in the recruit camp, he suffered a lot. A northern soldier going to the south, he was unaccustomed to the climate. The hot and humid weather caused him to break out in rashes all over, making him unable to sleep all night from the itching. He didn't utter a single complaint, training as usual during the day and washing off with cold water at night to keep enduring. Drill, shooting, grenade throwing, five-kilometer cross-country—he excelled in everything. After finishing recruit training, he was assigned to a coastal defense infantry company of the Fuzhou Military Region, stationed on a small island near the mouth of the Min River. Conditions were harsh; fresh water relied on boat transport, and supplies would be cut off whenever a typhoon hit. He stayed on the island for five years—three years of compulsory service and two years of extended service. In August of that year, a strong typhoon made a direct hit on the coast of Fujian. The gale and torrential rain lasted for two days and nights, flooding many coastal villages. The company received orders to mobilize urgently for disaster relief. Chen Rui's squad was responsible for evacuating the lowest-lying village. The water had reached chest level, and the rain was so heavy he could barely keep his eyes open. He heard a child crying from a half-collapsed mud brick house and swam in without a second thought, kicking the door open. Inside were a woman in her sixties and a boy of five or six. The old woman had trouble moving, and the child was shivering on top of a cabinet in fear. He carried the old woman on his back, held the child under one arm, and felt his way out along the wall. As they were going out, a crossbeam crashed down. He turned his body to block it, scraping off a large patch of flesh on his shoulder, blood flowing down with the rain. He didn't stop, pushing through to bring both of them to safety. Afterward, the company recommended him for a Third-Class Merit. The political instructor asked him what he was thinking at the time. He said: "Nothing. I saw them, so I had to save them." Date of joining the Party: Spring of 1981. Due to outstanding performance and strong political standing, he became a formal Party member after a vote at the company Party branch general meeting. Reason for discharge: In 1982, his extended service expired. He chose not to transfer to a voluntary soldier to stay in the military, nor did he apply for officer promotion quotas. The company commander talked to him and urged him to stay, but he only said one sentence: "I want to go home and farm." In fact, he had another thought in his mind—he wanted to see if he could make a name for himself on his own. In the early spring of 1982, Chen Rui returned to Fuzhou with his demobilization pay plus merit bonuses, totaling less than six hundred yuan. He didn't return to his hometown in the Northeast. Instead, he spent several days wandering around Qingkou Town on the outskirts of Minhou County, finally setting his sights on a barren hill called "Shigu Mountain." The hill wasn't high, only about a hundred meters, but it was completely covered in rocky barrens and wild grass, with a thin layer of soil where nothing would grow. The locals considered it useless and left it barren. Chen Rui went to the commune to ask to contract it. The commune cadres thought he was crazy and asked him why he wanted to contract this worthless hill. He said: "To grow vegetables." The contract was signed for thirty years, with an annual rent of fifteen yuan. When the news reached his village, his father slammed the phone down in anger, and his mother cried on the other end, calling him a spendthrift. He didn't explain; he hung up the phone, shouldered his hoe, and went up the mountain. The first year was the hardest. There was no road, no water, and no electricity on the mountain. He set up a simple shack by himself to live in. During the day, he dug up stones, built terraces, and carried soil up the mountain; at night, he read agricultural technology books by a kerosene lamp—books he had specially gone to the county Xinhua Bookstore to buy. If he didn't recognize a word, he looked it up in the dictionary, chewing through them word by word. He asked a comrade-in-arms to buy high-quality organic fertilizer formulas from Shandong, and got disease-resistant seeds from the agricultural research institute. While others used chemical fertilizers to boost yields, he refused to do so, insisting on using manure and green manure to nourish the land. The vegetables grown in the first season weren't large, but they tasted authentic. When he took them to town to sell, anyone who knew their stuff could tell the difference with just one taste. Word of mouth slowly spread. First, the cadres' canteen in town ordered from him, and then several restaurants in the county came looking for him. He couldn't handle it all alone, so he hired two local villagers to help. In the second year, he registered the brand "Rui Feng," specializing in organic fruits and vegetables, sold at double the market price but still in short supply. By the summer of 1983, his fruit and vegetable garden had expanded to twenty mu of terraced fields. He had built two brick houses, dug a well, connected electricity, and bought a second-hand tricycle for deliveries. Although he was still in some debt, the cash flow on the books could already cover costs with a slight surplus. (Summer in Apple Paradise · Customized)