After seeing off Ji Yanping and his wife, Sang Bai began to look forward to pigs and chickens, but he also knew that this matter was too urgent. Now is not the future. The planned economy is the mainstream in this era, and the spring breeze of reform has not really awakened the land of China.

It has to be said that this summer is a bumper harvest year for the villagers in Liushuzhuang. The villagers have entered the warehouse and planted the rice in the second season. Then it is the harvest season for winter wheat.

I didn't catch up with the wheat seeds provided by Sangbai, so the harvest was still the same as last year. A mu of land was several hundred kilograms small, but with the rice as the foundation, the villagers were still full of joy.

The cypress does not grow winter wheat, so he can only help each family.

From now on to sowing winter wheat, there is still time. It is impossible for each family to leave the ground empty. Each family has planted some oil crops in the ground.

Like Sangbai, they planted some soybeans, sesame, etc.

Everything in the farmland is almost busy, so the important thing must be put on the agenda, that is, paying public grain.

Sangbai was quite curious about this matter. In his era, farmers had long stopped paying food. Although he didn't know when the public grain was cancelled, it was definitely not now. At least he also got the new century. Sangbai still had a little feeling about this.

The villagers didn't know that Mr. Sang, a new man, had a desire to hand over the public grain.

If you know, you will probably feel that this master disciple has a feeling of admiring the mountains in his ideological realm.

I can't realize that it's too high, it must be as tall as a skyscraper.

After Sang Bai finished his meal in the evening, he squatted in the drying yard at the door and was resting. Lu Qingyao and two or three old men came over together.

Sang Bai is really strange. When it was hot, what did a bunch of old men come to do?

No matter how strange it is, I have to call the old men to sit down.

The old man didn't care about it, so he took off his shoes and sat on them.

"Mr. Sang, are your surplus food ready?" Lu Qingju asked after sitting down and chatting.

Sanba said: "It's ready."

"Do you use the grain you collected?" Lu Qingju asked.

Sanbo was a little confused: "What if it was?"

Lu Qingju looked at Sang Bai and then at Chen Xianfu, who came with him, that is, Chen Dongsheng's grandfather.

"Our grain is good. Now someone wants to change it. We exchange one pound of one pound of three ounces. We use the exchanged grain to pay the public grain, and a hundred pounds of food will be left," Chen Xianfu said.

Sang Bai understood as soon as he heard this, but he paused: "Is the grain I received qualified? If it is rotten, I don't want to get into this muddy water. I advise you guys not to go to it, as the country's advantage is not easy to take."

"That's sure, you don't know the standard of general public grain. If it were last year, we might have to ask someone else to exchange for the grain, but now our grain is the best grain. If we don't say that we are stupid, it will make other mountain villages have no way to survive," Chen Xianfu said.

Lu Qingyao also said: "If we hand over the grain, we will definitely not be able to enter the warehouse. Maybe we will be replaced by someone after unloading it here. Instead of letting others change it, we might as well change it ourselves."

Seeing that Sang Bai didn't say anything, Lu Qingyao explained again.

Although Sang Bai didn't know about the little things about the grain station and the grain warehouse, he could still think of them.

"Do you all change?" Sang Bai asked.

Seeing everyone nodding, Sangbai said, "Then I will change it too, as long as the food is qualified, there will be no problem here."

"How much do you change?" Lu Qingyao asked.

Sang Bai said: "How much can I exchange? Just pay the public grain. I need tickets for everything. Why do I need that much money?"

Hearing Sang Bo say this, Chen Xianfu said: "They have a wide range of ways. What tickets do you want to exchange for them with food? Of course, the more difficult it is to get the ticket, the more food you need."

"How much does it take to get a motorcycle?" Sangbai asked.

As soon as these words came out, the whole audience was quiet!

"What's wrong?" Sang Bo was a little confused.

Chen Xianfu muttered a few words: "Then, that's probably going to be expensive."

Lu Qingyao said at this time: "Domestic products cost more than 1,000 yuan."

"More than one thousand?" Sang Bai was delighted when he heard this.

Originally, Sangbai thought that the metering machine was so expensive, and the motorcycle would definitely cost 510,000 yuan. Who would have thought that it would be more than 1,000 yuan, so what nonsense would you say? Just go on one and run around the countryside with two legs. Sangbai couldn't stand it on this day.

"Tickets are hard to find, so I guess there is no one that can be bought with motorcycle tickets if I want to find someone to buy motorcycle tickets."

Now it was Sangbai's turn to be speechless. He also knew that tickets were hard to find. If he didn't need them, Sangbai would be confident that he would get a tiger head for him in a year.

Of course, this is just thinking about it. Not to mention whether it is possible to drive a tiger head in a broken place, just driving this car may be treated as a capitalist-ridden person and sent to the phone with a call.

Everyone discussed when to change the food, and then left.

Sang Bai thought about it and felt that these villagers did this, so this matter would definitely not be big, at least it would not affect him, so he put the matter aside.

The next morning, Sangbai was carrying autumn harvest, and the big bull was wandering around. Seeing that Chen Dongsheng and his wife came over, they were carrying a lot of things on their shoulders.

"What are you doing?" Sanbo asked curiously.

Qiuhu is a curious baby bear. He went straight to dig the basket from Chen Liguo's hand, but didn't know what was placed inside. After the Qiuhuhu opened it, he ran aside.

Chen Liguodao: "I'm going to build a house for my child, why don't I draw lines?"

"Oh, that's pretty good"

Sang Bai remembered that before the busy farming season, Chen Dongsheng said that he would build a new house next to his home, and now he is ready to do it.

"When the time comes, your house will be repaired together?" Chen Liguo said.

Sang Bai waved his hand: "Forget it, it's not a problem. No matter how you look at this house, it will last for a year or two. I'll prepare to build a large tile house after a while."

"That's great. If you want to build it, it's the first big tile house in our village," Chen Liguo said with a smile.

Chen Liguo may not believe what others said, but Chen Liguo must have believed what Mr. Sang said, and he said that he would also believe it to anyone in the village.

"Don't put too much effort into it. In a year or two, everyone may have built a large tile house," Sang Bai said with a smile.

Chen Liguo said happily: "I borrow your auspicious words!"

Sang Bai was fine. Seeing that Chen Liguo and his wife used lime to draw lines, he followed him and after a while he understood that Chen Liguo was going to build a main hall for his son and a small courtyard. The pot house on the east side was not big, almost thirty square meters, and placing a stove would probably occupy a quarter of the area.

After finishing the painting, it was noon and they went home for dinner.

Sangbai stewed a large pot of white rice for himself, stir-fry a plate of small vegetables, and stewed a bowl of rice that faded out of birds. Even if it changed the taste, the rest would naturally be cheaper than autumn harvest and raccoon flowers.

After the meal, Qiuhu and Dagu Niu went to the river to stay. Dagu Niu was the only way to cool off, while autumn harvest was to catch some fish and eat it.

Time slowly entered midsummer and the weather became hotter and hotter. Although the temperature in the mountains was several degrees lower than outside, it was not easy to feel under the sun at noon.

Sang Bai carried a chair and sat under the old elm tree next to the drying yard at the door. The wind coming from the ravine was like this, which was the most comfortable time in the days without air conditioning.

Just as I was about to squint my eyes, I suddenly heard something happening when I opened my eyes and saw Mr. Chen Dongsheng and others walking down from the mountain with a basket on their backs.

"What are you doing?" Sang Bai stood up and asked loudly.

Chen Liguo replied loudly: "Isn't I going to build a house with a mud? This mud is used to build a house."

Sang Bai saw that when he had to carry the mud for building a house, he had to carry it to the point where he could carry it, and asked again: "You are planning to keep carrying it with people?"

Chen Dongsheng said: "If a person carries a little, then less animals will be carried. Besides, the flatbed truck will not work well when fetching mud from the north slope of the mountain. It is really easy to carry it faster if a person carries it."

"..." Sang Bai was really speechless.

He now knows that the villagers dare not use the animals too much, because they are afraid that the days will be sad if the animals cannot use them when they are really needed.

It may not be very experienced to say that these children like Sangbai are, and they will not even have any experience in rural children forty years later. But at this time, even before, livestock were the most important means of production for farmers, no doubt about it.

"Big bull!"

Sang Bai roared, and before the other man took off the basket, the big bull came to Sang Bai happily.

Of course, this guy, autumn harvest, is indispensable.

"I'll go with you. It's a pity that Daguniu doesn't use all his strength," said Sang Bai.

Chen Liguo was polite and nodded, because just by building a house with his grandfathers, they might have to build it until autumn.

After climbing over the hilltop, I found that the soil on the slope to the north was quite thick, and it was also the kind of sticky soil. In some places, it was not easy to dig a shovel, so I had to use a pickaxe.

Sang Bai wanted to reach out, but the other two disagreed with anything, so Sang Bai had to squat under the shade of the tree beside him. After digging four baskets, Sang Bai led the big bull and hung the basket on the back of the big bull.

The two or three hundred kilograms of mud on the back of the big bull was easily carried to the place.

"Let's have two more baskets," Sang Bai said after estimating for a while.

Chen Liguo thought for a while and nodded, so he asked his second son Chen Yusheng to go back and borrow money.

When everyone came back, Chen Liguo's two brothers also came. Later, more and more people came, and soon all the laborers in the village were dispatched.

Everyone was carrying the carriage first, but later, Lu Qingyao also brought the cows he fed to Sangbaito and formed a small animal team.
Chapter completed!