The dismissal bell rings.

The cubs ran away.

Everyone was throwing their hats and clothes, which made everyone cheer for joy.

Wang Yi closed the classroom and took Wang Chou Cat to listen to Tao Ju. She was so confused that she steamed steamed buns in the afternoon.

There was a sudden cold snap in the past two days, and the island that had just warmed up in spring became bleak again. When the sea breeze blew in the evening, Wang Yi quickly tightened his clothes.

Listening to the white mist lingering in front of Tao House, a steamer was set up on the iron pot on the stove.

Thick hot steam steamed from the pot lid.

With the smell of noodles and oil, it was blown south by the sea breeze and rushed southward into the production team below, causing many people who had just finished work to swallow their saliva:

"It smells so good. What are you doing on the mountain? It's not meat, it doesn't smell like meat, but it smells so good!"

It really has nothing to do with meat.

In the afternoon, I was confused and didn't know where to get a pickle dumpling. He originally wanted to steam the new steamed buns and eat them directly.

After Wang Yi saw it, he cut it into shreds, added chopped green onions, Sichuan peppercorns and the dried chilies he boldly brought last time, and poured half a bowl of peanut oil into the bowl.

Steamed pickles in big oil!

Da Mulu was pouting in front of the stove, waiting for the fire.

Lao Huang was lying next to the fire to warm himself. Hearing Wang Yi's footsteps, he immediately got up and waggled his tail to pick up the man.

Milk is still rich in nutrients. Within a few days of drinking it, old skinny skin has become fleshy, and the dry and dull fur has become a little shiny.

It looks much better.

Recently, the male dog in the village came over to sniff his butt when he had nothing to do.

Wang Yi asked: "Aren't the steamed buns steamed yet? Are they almost ready?"

Da Muzhu said: "Finally, the fire has started. Just lean on it and lean on it and it will be fine."

The strong fragrance was blown by the wind, and Wang Chou Cat swallowed hard: "Well, can it be eaten now? How about I try to eat it?"

Big confused shook his head: "No, I tried it just now and the inside of the steamed bun was still not good."

"But I still ate it," he added.

Wang Yi is not in a hurry.

He took Lao Huang into the house, closed the door, and turned on the stove.

Now that the milk powder has expired, Lao Huang drank it with his tail wagging as hard as he could.

Wang Chou Cat asked in confusion: "I'm so confused, why does Teacher Wang bring the dog into the house alone every evening? You see it is so happy before going in every time, and so satisfied after coming out, do you understand what I mean?"

Dazed and confused, he turned around and said, "Are you saying that Teacher Wang secretly gave the dog something delicious to eat?"

"Yes!" Wang Choumao said.

Da Mulu didn't care: "Then let it eat. Anyway, I want to eat steamed buns and steamed pickles."

Lao Huang drank a basin of milk and the steamed buns were cooked.

Wang Yi went out and saw that the fire had been extinguished, so he took down a basket.

Inside is a big white, plump and soft steamed bun.

The cold wind soon became less scalding. He called Da Mulu and Wang Chou Cat into the house, and the three of them started to eat while guarding a basin of pickles and a large basket of steamed buns.

The freshly steamed buns are very fragrant and have a clear wheat flavor.

The aroma of steamed pickles is more obvious. The shredded pickles absorb the peanut oil and become oily and soft, and the aroma of chopped green onion is overwhelming.

Wang Yi took a bite of the steamed bun and ate a few pickles. It was full of fragrant and spicy food and appetizing.

Wang Chou Cat next to him said with satisfaction: "Teacher Wang, the pickles you steamed are so fragrant. How can the pickles be so delicious?"

Wang Yi said: "These pickles should be steamed with lard or chicken fat to make them more fragrant. There is no lard here, teacher. Next time I go to the city, teacher will buy a bucket of lard, and we will eat pickles marinated in lard when we come back."

Wang Chou Cat jumped up happily.

Wang Yi was helpless: "What's wrong with you? You have the posture of sitting when you're sitting, and the posture of eating when you're eating. What do you think you're doing jumping up and down after eating?"

Da Da confused asked: "Could it be that he choked?"

Wang Yi took a closer look.

The Wang Chou Cat blushed and had a thick neck. It jumped and patted its chest.

He quickly helped and kneaded it, and Wang Choumao finally exhaled: "I almost choked to death!"

"Who told you to gorge yourself?" Wang Yi scolded him.

Wang Chou Cat lowered his head and said, "I have never eaten such delicious steamed buns and pickles."

Wang Yi patted his head: "Eat slowly, there are plenty of steamed buns and enough pickles."

Then he went to wash his hands and said, "Maozi, go home tonight and tell your father that I will give you a haircut tomorrow. Your haircut is too rough!"

Wang Chou Cat lowered his head and kept eating without thinking about responding.

Smoke billowed from the four groups at the foot of the mountain.

As soon as the sea breeze blows, the smoke mixed with the fragrance of rice fills the entire island, and there is contented laughter in the smoke.

Life is full of busy life, but all you want is a mouthful of hot rice and a bowl of hot soup.

The fishermen on the outer islands are constantly fighting against the sea wind and waves to get a mouthful of food from the sea. They are tired when rowing and bored after casting the net. Because the boat has poor gadgets, the harvest is often not much.

But hard work will not deceive the fishermen. No matter how tired they are, they will always get something from their work every day.

In the end, these tired people need food to soothe them. No need for any delicious food, as long as they have a steaming mouthful of rice in the cold wind, everyone will be satisfied.

Simple meals are the most honest pursuit of the common people.

Wang Yi sighed while eating, and Lao Huang, who was lying at his feet, got up and walked to the door wagging his tail.

An acquaintance has arrived.

When he went out and saw Wang Xianghong and Wang Dongxi, he greeted: "Here are you, Party Secretary? Have you eaten? Our steamed buns have just come out of the oven, don't you mind coming in and eating together."

Wang Xianghong did not answer, but said: "Is this a steamed bun? It smells delicious. Is it the flour that was just ground a few days ago?"

Wang Yi greeted again: "I don't know either. Last time we went to the city, we brought back some flour. It's been cold recently, so I steamed steamed buns with Da Mulu and we ate together."

Wang Dongxi said happily: "Okay."

"What's so good?" Wang Xianghong glared at him, and then smiled at Wang Yi: "I've made it at home, and I won't eat it. The clerk and I will come here to inform you of two things."

Wang Dongxi reluctantly glanced at the stove and said, "Yes, one is Tomb Sweeping Day tomorrow, our school officially starts work, and you have to organize students to visit the graves of the martyrs; the second is to record your work points."

Wang Yi was surprised: "Isn't my salary paid by the county Education and Sports Bureau? Why do I still have work points?"

Wang Dongxi explained: "After the reform, in the 1960s, it was said that the phenomenon of bourgeois intellectuals ruling schools was chaos. In rural areas, schools should be managed by the poor and lower-middle peasants, the most reliable allies of the working class."

"I was a teacher at that time." Wang Xianghong added.

Wang Dongxi said: "Yes, the party secretary has worked there, the poor peasants of the older generation in the village have worked there, and the old man even came to give lectures to the students."

"Before this, primary schools were all public and state-run. Later, after the Hou Wang proposal came out, our primary schools were all privately run. Teachers received work points, and work points were awarded based on our collective situation."

"The team gives work points, and the state gives subsidies - this subsidy is called public assistance. I remember when I was in school, the teacher's public assistance was divided into three levels. The first level gave 14 yuan a month, and the second level gave 7 yuan a month.

The third level will give you 3.5 yuan per month.”

They continued to introduce to Wang Yi that the wages of employees in Tianya Island are now calculated based on daily work points, and the work points in the team are evaluated based on labor strength. There are four levels, namely 12 points, 10 points, 8 points, and 5 points.

Among the total labor force, 12 points will be awarded for strong labor. They are those who work hard and know skills, such as those who tie sea cucumbers, those who cast and pull nets, and those who rock oars.

Light labor among the total labor is scored 10 points, which is either tiring but does not require skills, or skilled but not tiring. For example, Wang Xianghong and Wang Dongxi received this work point.

What surprised Wang Yi was that Da Mulu also received this work point.

In addition, it is half-labor. The 8-point and 5-point scores are both half-labor. Women tidy up the cultivated crop fields on the island, repair fishing nets, dry fish and collect the catch, which is 8 points.

5 points are prepared for children and the elderly, such as weeding, weeding, picking seaweeds, or helping the group to look after children, warehouses, tools, etc.

A work point in the team is 5 cents. A full day of such hard labor is 6 cents, a month is 18 yuan, and a year is 216 yuan.

In addition, the state provides a subsidy of one yuan a day during the fish flood season, so depending on the length of the flood season, a forced laborer can earn 260 to 280 yuan a year.

From this point of view, the team's expenses are not much or even a little low, but Wang Dongxi introduced to Wang Yi: "This is not low. The labor force of the production team in inland farming can be less than 200 yuan a year."

"Your uncle Daxiong works as a master in government logistics and is classified as a second-level worker in the enterprise. He only earns 35 yuan a month."

"Teacher Wang, you can do it. Your expenses will be the highest in our team from now on." Wang Xianghong smiled.

"I went to the county to find out this time. Graduates of college students are treated as cadres. The salary standard in our area is that for junior college students, the salary is 23rd level at the deputy platoon level. The salary is 50 yuan a month. But for an undergraduate student like you

It’s the 21st level treatment at the regular platoon level, and the price is 63 yuan!”

Wang Dongxi rubbed his hands in envy.

The income gap between state cadres and farmers is too big. A hard-working laborer earns more than 200 yuan a year, while a college student can earn 700 yuan just after graduation!

No wonder girls want to marry state officials!
To be continued...