On the third day, Deputy Division Chief Si Sheng, who had completed his mission after a few rounds of pestering, found Little Brother Ba to report the situation."
My father said that you are a good kid. The higher-ups said that no one is allowed to divide the land, but you can do whatever you want after you divide it. You can discuss it yourself. The standard for the sixth team is two acres per person. The orchard has more than ten acres of land. If you have enough people and acres, it will be easy for him to talk. However, don't worry about the other orchards.
The plan was pushed forward again, so Little Ba Wu started to look for his mother again. After thinking for a long time, he dragged the mosquito to talk to his mother. She stammered out her plans and ideas. Her mother did not speak for a long time. Humans needed to eat. Humans were iron, rice was steel. Those apples, peaches, and watermelons could not be eaten. Without land and food, what would you eat? How did you feed so many people?
His mother's thoughts were really too far-sighted. Seeing how troubled she was, Ba Ji gestured to Uncle Mute's lamb soup pot from that episode. Now, many people wanted to reopen it as a good business.
There would still be quite a number of people who could drink a bowl of warm mutton soup and eat a piece of cake during the day's market. Moreover, Uncle Mute really knew how to cook sheep. The soup made from the whole sheep was not something that could be made from the small pot at home.
Mozzie followed Brother Ba's train of thought and asked his mother how she should be. With the support of the old commander and Secretary Zhao, Mother finally understood. This son of Ba Wu is up to something again. This little dog keeps wasting my time. Just say it clearly. Don't hide it. What the hell is he doing?
Ever since the old commander came, he knew that his son had climbed up the social ladder, so he didn't have to worry about it anymore!
Ba Wu then sat down and began to brush his teeth. After all, he had held many symposiums and noted down a few key points during the writing exchange. Mosquito then added in detail,"
Third Brother said that you should not be poor in food, clothes, or plans. Brother said that he would not let you suffer from poverty.
I don't want you to be too tired,
When the land is divided into households, it is too laborious to climb the hill.
You old lady, don't go up the hill to work.
We'll build a mutton soup pot for you in the market. You can ask a helper to help you earn more money than farming.
With the money, the market is full of food. We have to do big things. The market and the orchard are small things. Don't worry. The old chief will give us a big name.
I heard from Si Sheng that Secretary Zhao also approved my idea, which is to request that we must gather all the heads and the number of acres is not less than one, and the Commune will not agree. We went to look at that piece of land. The orchard is surrounded by 15 or 16 mu. What about the low-lying land that is not surrounded? It doesn't matter whether we want it or not. The important thing is that we have great use for the orchard and the reservoir on the side. It had to be under his name.
" Now, you and Brother Ba only have four acres. If you add in Brother Renfa, you're right. He has six acres. The three neighbors, Carpenter Li, have agreed to cooperate with us. That's 12 acres. But it's still a little short. If you don't agree, then this matter won't work. If you want Brother Stutterer to dig the land and farm, he can grow a Jixi Golden Dragon.
Mozzie was really a master of eloquence. His mother rolled her eyes and started firing again. You little dogs can do it again,
Why ask when you've already thought it through?
You little thieves,
Who asked me to feed him? You guys can go to heaven now.
After firing the machine gun for a while to express her feelings, Godmother clapped her hands.
The matter of missing a few acres of land, I'll find someone to make up for it. The number of acres of my head is not much more. As I speak, I stand up and call you a little dog, old dog, how can you go to heaven? The Jade Emperor and the Seven Fairy Maidens took a fancy to it and left as they pleased.
Mother's execution ability was also very impressive. In just two days, her glib tongue had fooled a few old, weak, sick, and disabled families. They were all people who did not have the labor force to climb the hill to work.
They knew that the five kids couldn't work, but they had a 30-year-old, two-meter-tall, strong laborer, two half-grown kids who looked like cows, and an unfathomable old chief to help them. Yet, they thought that they could rely on him. It was really the judgment of these old and weak people!
The so-called opportunities in life were everywhere, but they were often lost in front of their eyes. Not everyone could grasp them.
There were a few old, weak, sick, and disabled families. One of them was an aunt of the Chen family whose son was a soldier outside. It was said that soldiers also had land, but workers did not have land. There was also the Dong family, whose family head was a teacher by the river. There were four women in total, but they said that they could only take out five mu of land to join them. The teacher might be overthinking things if he didn't put all his eggs in one basket. There was also an old man named Zhao Ming who couldn't farm by himself. He usually just watched the fields and grazed the cows to earn work points. After the fields were divided into production teams, no one invited him to watch the fields and graze the cows. Just as he was worrying, his mother came to find him. This was enough. He heard from his mother that there were still two or three families who had yet to respond.
The old, weak, sick, and disabled family heads all came to the son's house on the same night. I don't understand what you guys want to do, but you should explain it to them. Mother returned to the Hu family after giving her instructions. There was still a bunch of things to worry about over there!
Hence, Little North Wind and Big Thick Mozzie had a lot to say in a bucket of spiritual chat. Only Aunt Rong and Old Chief Ba did not say anything.
The Chen family's old aunt, Teacher Dong, and Old Zhao were also excited. They saw the red apples hanging all over the orchard in the North Korean movie Jindalai and were waiting for the commander to send them to Lin 'an to exchange for money. They all said, We'll go to the captain's house and talk about it. When the time comes, you won't want us anymore.
Just don't dump the door. When he was walking them out of the door, the old general slowly said something to reassure them. Don't worry, villagers. It was a historical rule that the younger generation would surpass the older generation.
Such a firm attitude made them really happy. The little stutterer's mouth was clumsy, but his handwriting was fast.
As long as you enter our sub-unit, you will see our performance. We will definitely be glorious and won't let you down. The old commander only glanced at him before nodding and returning to the administrative area to rest.
The orchards that the little ones wanted to build had not been named yet, but the capable people of the production team had already given them names. Eight Immortals Society, how to praise or criticize? It still depended on the future.
The distribution of the orchards to the six teams was very smooth. The main reason was that no one was optimistic about this place. It was inconvenient to send manure and fertilizer to the reservoir next door. They had to take a detour to enter the fields. It was a waste of time and effort. Most of them are not good for the gully land. More importantly, the land where the fruit trees were planted could not recover in a year or two. The farmers were most concerned about reality.
Hu Renfu had argued with his father and brother several times before he angrily went to the production team leader's house and said," I'll make the decisions for my land." He was completely biased towards his younger brother. Because of this, she didn't dare to go home for dinner for a few days.
There were also a few more friendly or long-term neighbors. Three families joined the two or three acres of land, but they all accounted for a very small proportion of the family. In this way, Little Stutterer Hu Tuan Jie's power was not small. He actually had nearly 30 mu of land. Hence, the team committee studied it on the spot and Secretary Zhao agreed to approve it.
The depression next to the orchard and the large reservoir in front of it were all included. Because one side of the reservoir was considered Team 5, Secretary Zhao decided to give them two baskets of fish and ten baskets of fruit as compensation every year.
That morning, after the distribution of land, the old, weak, sick, and disabled families and the minibus crew cheered for a long time!
First, they set up a boundary stone according to the white line and drew the iron line to surround the orchard and the depression. Then, they held a collective meeting on the spot to discuss how to work and keep accounts. The methods and methods of calculating wages were listed one by one.
This was not difficult for the farmers in the production team. They just needed to agree on the number and standards, such as how to unify the labor, how to divide the strong labor, and how to divide the elderly and children.
The orchard was led by Carpenter Li, who was a big family, and Aunt Dong, who had five acres of land, was the deputy leader. They appointed Aunt Chen, who was a worker, and Old Zhao, who was a warehouse keeper and orchard caretaker. They were a small production team. Benevolent Buddha had assisted him for a while, and he would appoint someone else. Don't eat at home, just join Old Zhao in the orchard. Her mother never appeared. She had to consider the face and mentality of those men from the Hu family.
After the distribution of land, each family began to pull grass and fertilize their own fields, and the production team disbanded. During this period, Secretary Zhao had Si Shengzi come over twice, saying that he wanted to report to the village and give their orchard a name. Hu Tuanjie carefully wrote down the Eight Immortals Society that the common people had come up with. When he showed it to Old Man Zheng, Old Man Zheng added the word " mutual aid ". The small production team had the name of the Eight Immortals mutual aid society.
Ba Wuhu United's mission was to go to the provincial capital. This was the old man and the old chief forcing Brother Ba to go to the militia warehouse to take a few items to save some money to use in the construction of the Orchard Eight Immortals Society.
It turned out that after entering the passage of time when he was 11 years old, Xiao Ba's life was very disciplined. He had Mosquito and Bei Feng to accompany him to school, Big Brother had Brother Chu to accompany him, and Aunt Rong to take care of his life. It was his first brother and second brother who did the work and did not let him move. He really felt like a young master.
Whenever he had free time, he would soak in the information documents that Chen Xuhong had obtained from Yi Yu. It was often obvious that he was studying it for a day.
Sometimes, he would bring a few sets of materials with him during the day. What was the next step for these 30 acres of land? Everyone was waiting.
He discovered a new thing, learning to ride a bicycle. He met the new brother who sent the letter from the community. When he was free, he borrowed his car and enjoyed himself on the roads in the village.
As for his usual studies, he could understand them at a glance and always had good grades in the top two.
Therefore, the teachers didn't care about him when he read other books in school. Of course, he would also carefully fold the red head of the red document. Sitting next to him was Victory is always the big security guard. Cress and Mozzie's learning also improved greatly under his influence. Of course, only the deputy county could give them special treatment to make their studies improve. There were many reasons why everyone admired Little Stutterer so much.
At night, Xiao Ba secretly learned a few simple moves that Old Ni taught him. He had to practice and improve his self-defense skills.
Before and after the meal, he began to fall in love with chess and learned to play chess with Old Man Zheng.
In the blink of an eye, it had already been more than a month since they had divided the land and returned home. Every family had gone all out to their own land to manage it.
It was a new scene of busy farming, much more active than when they learned from Dazhai.
Old Man Zheng didn't say anything clearly when he saw that the mute brother was not angry or fuming. He just threw it to Carpenter Li and Benevolent Buddha. What a hands-off shopkeeper.
He would only wear the three-star armband in his sheep soup office at every market.
Since the sheep soup pot had reopened, he didn't care about asking too many questions. He only went out with Deputy Director Zhao to protect the civilization of Daji.
Old Man Zheng, who was watching from the side, became anxious. He thought to himself that this was because his brother lacked funds and was worried about money.
This wasn't right!
The old man couldn't sit still anymore.
After breakfast that day, when Mozzie Bei Feng was carrying his schoolbag, Old Man Zheng pressed down on the little brother and instructed Mozzie to go and ask for leave from my brother. He had something on.
Looking at the serious old man, Aunt Rong put down the dishes she was washing and made two cups of steaming Fujian jasmine tea.
Team Six was brought over by Old Dong's family from Fujian.
When Hu Tuanjie became the Second Young Pioneer Captain, his family was often crowded with children. It was very lively, and there was fragrant flower tea to drink. Sometimes, they could even grow a piece of bamboo shoots and stir-fried meat. They could even eat small shrimps and let the children in the village know a lot.
Big eyes staring at small eyes, White Beard and Little Cucumber drank their tea silently. They drank the entire cup of tea. Little did not ask, and Old did not say.
The old man smacked his lips and stood up. He arrived at the militia warehouse and locked the door. The windows were sealed with steel bars as thick as a thumb, and it was a little lonely without anyone.
After clearing his throat, Old Man Zheng and his little brother had their first private conversation in their lives. The brothers listened to him. I came to this village, so I don't want any of the items. I brought it here as a gift to you. This thing is worth a lot of money, but it won't hit the mark even if it's left for a long time. Don't let the rats gnaw on it. There's something more valuable than gold there.
I'll help you choose a few pieces today. You can go to the provincial capital to try them out. I heard that the cultural relics store can already be exchanged for money. If you don't agree, I'll burn them down to save you the trouble.
Old Man Zheng was full of affection and seriousness. He rubbed his eyes as he spoke.
I'm a person who has lost my hometown. My village was burned by the flames of war. I can never find it or go back.
I've been living a blissful life ever since I followed you, my little stutterer brother. I don't have to worry about food or clothing. There's also that auntie and waitress who helps with the laundry and cooking. This treatment is almost comparable to that of a provincial governor.
More importantly, the brigade said that I had contributed to the Eight Immortals Mutual-aid Society and was praised by the Commune. They even gave me an acre of land to grow food.
With the land, I will have roots. I want to manage this mu of land well, so that my children and grandchildren outside will have a home to run. It's good to have a home.
So, Brother Ba, you have to be more careful. Don't play your bullsh * t tricks. Now that you need money for your orchard, I need to invest in that mu of land.
I want a big investment. I want a ten-foot high wall, a wire fence, a big copper and steel door, and a stone lion standing guard at the door. I also need to hire workers, both long-term and short-term. I want to make a big difference in the vast rural world. How can I do big things on one mu of land without a hundred thousand yuan? He actually said it as if it was true. The contractor and the deputy county magistrate laughed secretly.
The old man concluded,"So you must immediately go to the provincial capital to exchange money for your brother. Don't be a joke if you lack money. I won't die with my eyes closed." He was really begging this little brother to accept his huge wealth.
It was almost noon when they finally talked about the tears of the brothers.
He squeezed out two words.
Can I go tomorrow? I won't go to school in the afternoon. He was also very excited.
Which one is more valuable, you can sell it for money. But you have to go back on your word in the future. Otherwise, I'll smash your teapot, pull out your white beard, and chase Aunt Rong away.
The old man understood everything and laughed.
Huang Tianshen only realized today that being a political commissar was not an easy job. He regretted that he had always been at odds with the political commissar. Several of the political commissar who had been his partners during the war had been promoted to Beijing.
He was finally convinced today. He knew the importance of thinking and understood the importance of political commissar.
Leader Mao's wisdom. No wonder my official position is getting smaller and smaller.
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