Another day passed. After work, Chang Gui beat a small gong and went from door to door in the village to notify everyone to gather at the threshing floor.
The villagers were confused. It was out of season, so why did a village meeting have to be held, and they didn't know how to distribute food? Everyone's enthusiasm was not high.
Before the sun had completely set, all the young and old men, eldest girls and young wives in Ishikawa Village gathered at the threshing floor.
"Fellow township party members, we have gathered you all together today to talk about an important matter. Our village is running out of food every year and begging for food every year. It would be embarrassing for our ancestors to tell you about it. Today, the educated young people have reported it to everyone, let me tell everyone, Potatoes, sweet potatoes and pumpkins are planted in scattered places. They are all food and can save lives at critical times."
A man named Feng Gouzi stood up and asked: "Secretary of the Party Committee, I just want to know whether all these marginal workers belong to the village or to each household."
Chang Gui glared: "You still want to go to heaven, of course you are from the village."
"Then if you don't plant it, you'll have to work hard, but in the end it won't fall into our hands. If you don't plant it, you won't plant it."
"That's right, I just don't plant it."
"I don't have the energy to plant. I have to work all day long. The fields in the village can't be planted. How can I have the energy to plant those scraps?"
Chang Gui looked at the people below and gouged them out with his eyes, but no one cared. He could only curse: "As soon as you play with the private land, you become more energetic. Doing some work for the government is like killing you." It was entered by a donkey.”
No one cared about Chang Gui's dirty words, but no one cared about what Chang Gui had to do.
"Well, it doesn't make sense to you. Well, find someone who understands to talk to you."
Chang Gui pointed at Jianghua and said, "Let this Jianghua doll from the capital tell you."
Jiang Hua stood up without hesitation and walked to the front. They were still talking among the people. In fact, they were just gossiping. Chang Gui didn't look down on the elders of the east family and the shortcomings of the west family, not to mention you, a hairless boy.
Looking at the chattering villagers, Jiang Hua said jokingly: "Have the folks had enough to eat tonight?"
"You're just a kid who makes people happy. When will you ever be full? You were full eight or nine years ago, but you didn't feel full for a few days before you were hungry again."
Jiang Hua smiled and said: "Isn't that right? I asked you and me to grow more food. This way we can at least have more food. Why aren't you happy?"
A woman stood up and said, "You kid, you can stand and talk without pain in your back. A strong man works only ten points a day, so he only gets so much. If you plant more, you get only so much."
Jiang Hua rubbed his head: "Oh, I understand what you mean. What you mean is that the full score is only ten points anyway, and the score will not increase if you work for the group, so you don't want to do it. Is that what you mean?"
"That's right."
Jiang Hua laughed: "Sister-in-law, it seems you still don't understand how much this point is worth."
"Taking it all together, a full score is only seven or eight cents a day. It's a hard work. If you do more, it won't be worthwhile."
Jiang Hua said: "I have to educate you about the value of this score."
Jiang Hua knocked on the small gong on the stool, attracting everyone's attention: "Everyone, listen to me, some people say that the maximum is ten minutes a day, and it is not worthwhile to do more work, but you don't know, this score is different , some villages are worth seventy-eight cents out of ten, and some villages are worth one or two cents.”
"boast."
"If you have no hair on your lips, you can't do your job well."
Jiang Hua said loudly: "Let me tell you how much this score is worth and how it is calculated."
At this time, the villagers were stunned. They didn't know how many points needed to be calculated. Maybe no one had ever popularized it.
"For example, our village produces 20,000 jins of grain a year. After paying the public grain, there are still 10,000 jins left. At this time, we will calculate it. The whole village has a total of 10,000 jins a year, so this share is one If you produce 22,000 jins of grain in a year, pay 10,000 jins, and have 12,000 jins left over, then this cent is worth one catty and two taels.”
"So this is how the points are calculated."
Jiang Hua clenched his fist and said, "So, the more we produce and the more we have left, the more valuable this point will be, you understand."
The villagers suddenly realized that most of the people in the village were illiterate. Even if they were literate, they could not read a few words. As for arithmetic, they could only do simple addition and subtraction.
Jiang Hua shouted: "Accountant Huang, I think this is right."
"Yes, that's the truth."
It was still that woman, perhaps more aggressive, and she dared to ask questions frequently on this occasion.
"That means the more the village produces, the more we get. It doesn't matter if we get more or less."
Jiang Hua shook his head: "It still matters. They have ten cents a day, and you have six cents a day. They have ten kilograms of grain a day, and you only have six or seven kilograms."
The woman was very tough. She rolled up her sleeves and said, "What are you waiting for? Let's plant it. All the chickens and dogs will be planted."
"Then just plant it."
After Jiang Hua's explanation, the villagers became excited and wanted to go home immediately, pick up their hoes and start farming.
This mobilization meeting was successfully completed. When it was ending, the woman did not forget to shout: "Chang Gui, you idiot, don't let me fool you and keep score."
Secretary Chang kept banging on the stool with his pipe angrily: "Well, if Changgui becomes this branch secretary, he will be worthy of his conscience, the organization, and the township party members."
The young people were very excited after winning the first battle, but they were not happy enough. The heavy work on the second day overwhelmed them.
Potatoes and pumpkins must be planted in every corner. These seeds are available in every family. They used to be planted in private plots, but now everyone is willing to take them out, but to dig them out, it takes an educated youth. His life was ruined, and he collapsed in one day.
Cao Yang lay on the quilt, groaning from the pain in his old back: "If I had known better, I wouldn't have made any suggestions. This time, I am exhausted."
"When there is no food to eat, you will stop humming."
Zhao Dayong picked up a piece of plaster and slapped it on Cao Yang's lower back. The force was a little stronger, and Cao Yang jumped up with a cry.
Zheng Tong was also lying on his stomach, pointed at Cao Yang and said with a smile: "If you still have the strength to jump, you must not be tired yet. I will definitely not be able to jump up."
"Ouch."
As soon as Zheng Tong finished speaking, he jumped up. Zhong Yuemin put the plaster on him. He didn't use any force when applying it, but he slapped it at the end, which would definitely kill Zheng Tong.
Cao Yang retorted, "So Zheng Tong, you're not tired either."
"Go to the other side." Zheng Tong pointed to Jiang Hua who was busy with the meal and said, "That one is not tired anymore. He is a pure beast."
Jiang Hua threw the basin in front of Zheng Tong: "Are you ready to eat?"
