178.Chapter 177, he doesn't seem like a good talker(1/2)
121. Chapter 120, Two Tigers Explore the Path
Author: Matcha flavored ice cream
Chapter 120, Two tigers explore the road
Tian Cuihua felt itchy in her heart as she watched her mother-in-law ask for leave from the captain.
There were a lot of good things in the package yesterday.
There are candies, brown sugar, canned food, a lot of foreign stuff, some cakes, a lot of cereals, etc. They are all rare things!
The wrong party can be regarded as a cousin of Yang Guangping's family. I wonder if my mother-in-law's visit that time could have solved Xiaohu's work problem.
If she can't go, she can wait for her mother-in-law to come back.
"Erhu! I beg you not to do that again. How much money will I have left at the end of the year? Is it enough to buy work points?"
Not far away from his thoughts, the two tigers were grabbed by Yang Qingwen.
Just threw it in the field.
Yang Wenhu casually took out a pack of cigarettes and handed him one: "Uncle, don't be angry! Isn't he feeling unwell and sleeping?"
"I'm fooling you!"
Yang Qingwen glared at him and saw Zhao Jinhua coming over and pointing at his nose and saying, "Go and chop corn for him. I begged him not to do that again. He asked Director Liu and the others to send me to the commune for a good education. Is it serious?
To hinder their running into...ism."
Then he turned and left.
Seeing him leaving, Erhu picked up the tool in his lap and muttered: "I dare not give him anything to eat. At worst, I will let him hang upside down. Let's see who is embarrassed."
He got up and left without chopping corn.
Instead, he went directly to the child's area and walked in the field of chopped corn.
I lit a cigarette for myself first and took a puff of it with enjoyment.
Then he looked at Yang Xiaole next to him and said with a smile: "Xiaole, what does my uncle do in the textile factory? No, no, big boss?"
Yang Xiaole walked on the pony, picking up corns and moving forward.
When he heard that, he said without raising his head: "He doesn't know whether the leader is in charge or not. He only knows that he is in the logistics department and on duty."
If you use fart to be good, you also know what that guy wants to do!
Want to eat shit.
Erhu smoked a cigarette and curled his lips: "They say that my uncle was not a great leader before, and now that he is in the factory, he must not be a leader either!"
After he finished speaking, he said with a smile, "I'll send a message to my father for him. Can I bring him to the city? In addition to his food and drink, he will give us all his salary for the next three years at work."
Hearing his words, Yang Xiaole sneered.
"It's such a good thing, please help me find his father! In addition to food and drink, give me all the rest of Dong's salary. Besides, I beg you to find his father yourself!"
That guy's bad temper.
I asked if I could have some leftovers after I got the money. His surname was no longer Yang.
With cigarettes costing only a few cents a pack, the production team leader didn't dare to smoke them every day. He was probably the only one in the village.
I don’t know where that guy’s money came from. He probably went out to resell it, so he doesn’t know what he was selling?
Erhu smiled awkwardly when he heard this.
I wonder if I have that ability, do I need to go around looking for people to find connections?
Then he said with a smile: "Why don't he ask me to help deliver a message? He will talk to Uncle Guangzhi then."
Is there a reason for looking for Yang Xiaole?
He knew when Yang Xiaogang went to the city, and now he also knows when Wang Qiuju went to the city.
And no one in the village knows about the Yang Guangping brothers.
In his opinion, the wrong uncle was unable to do his job, just because several families were at odds and didn't want to do it.
The problem is, there is no enmity between myself and the two families.
What if it’s really done when the time comes!
In his opinion, Yang Guangchun thinks so: if he can do it, he won't do it for me, and if he can do it for them, he won't do it for us.
There is a very good reason for denying Yang Xiaole a child, to see if I can get any useful information.
Yang Xiaole didn't know what he was thinking. If he knew it, he would probably spit on his face.
I’ve seen people who don’t seek face, but I’ve never seen people who don’t seek face so much.
He threw the corn he had picked up from the east into the basket next to him, stopped and said, "I can't help but talk to them about work. I heard that the commune has a lot of people to work with now, so you might as well give it a try!"
Erhu curled his lips.
Nothing more was said.
While smoking a cigarette, he was doing nothing but picking up corns.
Next to him, Xizi was also picking up corns.
"Erhu, what am I doing? I'm going to cut corn in the field. My task tomorrow is two acres of land. I have to complete it."
While he was shutting up, scorekeeper Wang Qingsong came from a distance.
The wrong party is about forty, and he came there after the liberation. When the imperial capital was liberated, many places were not liberated.
In addition, there was no land reform in the countryside at that time, so we rented farmland and started farming.
Although I have a foreign surname, I was assigned as a scorekeeper to cooperate with the accounting work because I attended primary school for one year.
What I want to do now is to supervise the work of those people every day. The work is very heavy, and I will get work points when I come.
If you fail to complete the task, you will get no work points.
Erhu said with a smile: "Uncle Qingsong, he can just pick the corns and chop the corns."
After hearing that, Wang Qingsong said with a straight face: "I beg you not to do that. Let the captain cancel my work points tomorrow, and I will just eat basic rations. From now on, when meal tickets are issued, they will be given to me according to the basic rations."
When Erhu heard that the basic rations were distributed, he patted his butt and stood up in frustration.
Walk towards the fields.
It's great to distribute basic rations. One-third is reduced out of thin air.
Yang Xiaole heard the two people's wrong words and didn't understand what happened with the meal ticket.
The current food supply has evolved over time, while learning from the early opinions of establishing communes in other places.
Food points include basic food and work points.
The grain brought from the east for a year was divided into ten parts, with seven people working for three.
Seven is the basic food, and the leftovers must be calculated in work points.
In other words, if I don’t do anything, I can still eat 70% of the food, which is not the minimum standard.
certainly.
There are also the highest standards.
360
"Work hard, feel good, the ration standard is 360, even if you do it yourself, the government will provide you with the Golden Queen."
In other words, it is limited to 360 kilograms. Of course, that 360 kilograms is not raw grain and can be settled in wheat and rice.
If you don't want to eat it, replace it with corn or sweet potatoes.
Naturally, the Golden Queen doesn't like corn.
The standards are different in every place in Bu Nao. The standards in South China, North China and Central China are different.
Partition area.
Of course, that 360 is not talking about normal labor force.
Children are counted separately.
It's a little different from eating casually before.
Thinking of this, he asked casually: "Uncle Qingsong, what's going on with the meal ticket? He didn't know what was going on at school that day!"
Wang Qingsong was begging to leave, but he stopped when he heard those words.
He made a mistake and said with a smile: "Oh, I have spoken to you. From now on, our production teams will also be like the people in the city. We will have rations approved and meal tickets will be given to us. We will get paid as much as we eat."
Yang Xiaole nodded slightly after hearing this.
The method is good, but it is already too late.
We have almost eaten what we should eat. I don’t know what will happen after next year’s grain harvest!
I hope it's better if it's close to the imperial capital.
To be continued...