When he arrived at the old tree in the center of the village, he saw a bronze bell hanging on the old tree.
The bronze bell hanging on the old tree was not very big. There were still a few gaps on it. It was unknown how long this bronze bell could last.
"Old Village Chief, let me do it."
The old village chief was old and his legs were a little inconvenient. Iron Bull wanted to help.
The old village chief shook his head and refused Iron Bull's help.
"Little comrade, you don't understand. Not everyone can ring the bronze bell in our village.”
"Oh? Old Village Chief, it seems like your village's bronze bell has a secret."”Iron Bull laughed.
Iron Bull watched as the old village chief shakily rang the old copper bell.
Looking up at the shaking bronze bell, Iron Bull was a little worried that the bell would fall and hit the old village chief.
Iron Bull stared at the bronze bell nervously. After he helped the old village chief to a certain distance away from the bronze bell, he relaxed a little.
"Old Village Chief, shouldn't the rope on the bronze bell be changed? It looks like it's about to break. Do you want me to help you change it?”Iron Bull asked worriedly.
The old village chief smiled and shook his head." Little comrade, there's no need to change it. It looks like it's about to break, but it won't be a big problem. This is a cowhide rope, it's very strong!”
"Is that so? That's good."
Iron Bull looked up at the bronze bell and said with a smile.
After hearing the bell, the villagers walked out of their homes and headed toward the center of the village.
The villagers were a little puzzled. The bronze bell did not ring many times. Every time it rang, it would summon the villagers to discuss something important. What was the matter now?
The gathered villagers chatted with each other, their expressions very calm.
With the Eighth Route Army stationed in the village, they did not have to worry about the Japanese coming to wipe them out.
"Bang bang bang!"
Seeing that the villagers had been discussing for a long time and could not calm down, the old village chief picked up his walking stick and knocked it hard a few times.
Although it was called a walking stick, it was actually an ordinary wooden stick. The village did not care so much about it.
"Is everyone here? Today's matter was very important and good!”
"Next, let this little comrade Iron Bull explain to everyone the new policy that the Eighth Route Army is going to implement in our village.”The old village chief said loudly.
After saying this, the old village chief took a step back and let Iron Bull explain to everyone.
Iron Bull looked at the villagers. He could see all kinds of emotions in their eyes. Many of them were a little nervous.
There had never been any problems with the 8th Route Army, but the villagers were still instinctively nervous.
Iron Bull had a gentle smile on his face, but the villagers were still a little nervous.
The villagers were still somewhat wary of the soldiers. It should be much better to get along with them for a while.
Noticing this, Iron Bull had no choice.
In such a chaotic world, it was normal for the villagers to react like this.
If you don't do anything, the villagers won't choose to believe you.
"It's a good thing that we've gathered all of you here today. Don't be nervous, everyone. Our Eighth Route Army is the people's team. We won't harm you, nor will we harm your interests.”
"It's like this. It's almost time for spring sowing. Our new regiment is preparing to reclaim some wasteland. We will provide seeds. I wonder if everyone is willing to help our Eighth Route Army take care of these crops?”
"As everyone knows, we warriors need to train on a daily basis. That's why we thought of troubling everyone. Everyone can rest assured and take care of the crops. When the harvest comes, everyone will be able to get some food as compensation.”
"Taking care of the crops isn't considered heavy. If everyone is willing, you can come to me to claim some land.”
"Today, we've already reclaimed five acres of wasteland. There will only be more in the future. Everyone, don't worry about not having enough land.”Iron Bull said in a deep voice.
When the villagers heard this, their faces revealed obvious joy.
They all looked at Iron Bull in disbelief. They didn't expect such a good thing to happen.
Yes, in the eyes of the villagers, this was a great thing.
With the arrival of spring plowing, they were originally worried that they would not be able to reclaim enough land, resulting in insufficient rations for next year.
Now, they were helping the Eighth Route Army take care of the land and could get a certain amount of food as compensation. This would undoubtedly allow them to harvest more food.
Many villagers were looking forward to helping the Eighth Route Army take care of the grain obtained from the land and the grain they grew. They might even be able to have a good New Year this year!
"Comrade, how much can we get after we take care of the land for the Eighth Route Army and harvest the food? Is it fixed?" A villager asked.
Iron Bull smiled. He could tell that the villagers were very concerned about this matter.
"If you take care of the land for us, you will get 30% of the food. It is not fixed and depends on the yield of the land.”
The reason why 70% of the soldiers were left behind was because they needed sufficient supplies for their training.
These lands did not belong to Iron Bull, so he naturally could not reward the villagers too much.
Even so, Tie Niu could see that the villagers were getting more and more excited. It was already quite a lot to be able to get 30%.
One had to know that even if each mu of land only produced two to three hundred catties of grain, the thirty percent they could get would be fifty to sixty catties of grain!
The villagers were already very satisfied with the 50 to 60 catties of grain they received as compensation for farming their own land and taking care of the land reclaimed by the Eighth Route Army.
Moreover, some villagers thought that if the Eighth Route Army left, the reclaimed land would be given to them to grow. That would be a huge profit.
"In addition, because there are many elderly people in the village, the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army will help the elderly reclaim the land for free to avoid missing the spring plowing.”Iron Bull said again.
The elders in the village looked at Iron Bull in surprise. The villagers had also heard that the Eighth Route Army was very good, but they did not have much interaction with the Eighth Route Army.
The Eighth Route Army was stationed in the village and did not commit any crimes. The villagers were already very satisfied.
Now that Iron Bull said that the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army would help them with the spring plowing, how could the old people not be surprised?
"Of course, because the soldiers still need to be trained, we can only reclaim three mu of wasteland for each old man in the village. I hope that everyone can take good care of themselves.”
"Old Village Chief, you can count some of the poor families in the village. Our Eighth Route Army will also help the poor families in the village.”Iron Bull said again.
There were many old people in the village. In Iron Bull's opinion, the old people had limited abilities and could not plant too much land. Not everyone had the ability to cultivate three acres of wasteland.
It was necessary for the new regiment to be stationed here and get along better with the villagers.
Moreover, the 8th Route Army was originally a team of the people. He believed that Ding Wei, the regiment commander, would agree to this matter.
Speaking of which, Iron Bull was able to take charge of this matter because Ding Wei trusted him. He could not let down this rare trust.
"Everyone can go back and think about it. You still need to take care of your own land for our Eighth Route Army. You will be much busier than before. I hope everyone can be mentally prepared.”
Iron Bull reminded the villagers.
Iron Bull didn't want the villagers to give up halfway after claiming the land they were responsible for. That would be very troublesome.
"Little comrade, don't worry. We don't know much about war, but we're all good at farming.”
"If any of them dare not do anything after claiming the land that needs to be taken care of, I will beat them up with my walking stick!”
After saying that, the old village chief even waved the walking stick in his hand, looking quite intimidating.
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