"There are adults every day at night, Chengzi, and it will be your dad's turn in a few nights!"

Gangzi sighed helplessly, it turned out that the Bull Demon King's bedroom was not his alone.

At that time, cattle were the most important means of production for a production team.

The winter is long and the nights are long, and it is no joke that the old cattle are targeted by those cattle thieves.

The old cowherd Tian Ye's temper is a little strange, he said that he is seventy or eighty, maybe one day he will see the Lord of Yama with a kick of his legs.

Although he has no children and no daughters, he must die in his own nest when he is dying.

So when he was on night duty in the cowshed, he picked a pick.

Lao Luotou, the leader of the production team, expressed deep sympathy for Tian Ye, and this errand that was originally responsible for a professional cowherd fell on the other members.

In fact, it is not a big deal, but every night each family takes turns to send people to the old cowshed to sleep.

"I'm coming too! I can sleep ten people in such a big place!"

Dachengzi has made up his mind, and if Gangzi doesn't agree to this child, he will duel with him.

"Running all over the road at night, your mother won't hammer you to death!"

Hearing that an adult was coming, the dog flinched first.

The plug was lying on the straw and chewing ginger candy, and he was worried that the rest would be divided among Gangzi.

There is no difference between the thatched hut where he and his grandfather live and the cowshed, and no one cares about him where he spends the night at night.

"I'll come here!

Da Gangzi doesn't look at the usual cowardice, and the things that he recognizes can't be pulled back by ten cows.

"Whatever you want, those adults don't want to come, Li Chunzi came over last night and ran away in the middle of the night!

In the Jianghuai dialect, Lao Mazi means wife and daughter-in-law.

Adults go to work during the day, and at night they want their wives and children to heat the kang, and few people are willing to come to the cowshed to roll the haystack.

Only the cute babies who have nothing to do will have such interest.

The guy named Li Chun had just been newly married, and the old horse with a flower was running around the cowshed by himself in the house, which was simply killing him, and it was strange not to run away in the middle of the night.

That night, the plug came as promised.

The family law of the dog's parents is as powerful as that of the Gangzi family, so they can only take a break halfway.

Only Dachengzi was mighty and unyielding, and he cried all the way to the cowshed.

His tiger mother Wei Lan followed behind, holding the quilt and futon in her armpits, while teaching her stupid son a lesson with a bamboo stick.

Before leaving, I didn't forget to tell the adults on night duty to take care of a few children and not let them roll off the haystack and fall to the ground.

It would take decades for a mother's heart to understand what a deep love it was!

A dim lantern hung on the iron nails of the roof stick, and the uncle of the Tian family who was on duty at night was already snoring like thunder.

The three little babies slept together head to head, excited about the New Year, and couldn't sleep.

"I have a job now! five jobs a day!"

Gangzi lay on the futon and showed off in a low voice to the two friends.

"How many pieces of candy can you buy for five hours?"

Dachengzi asked curiously, he didn't have the concept of money yet, but he also had the most primitive sense of barter.

Two eggs, one tael of kerosene, five eggs, one pound of coarse salt, and so on.

Running errands for my mother to go to the supply and marketing cooperatives of the brigade department to buy things, most of them are such transactions.

"Two cents a penny, I can buy ten pieces of candy a day!" Gangzi replied proudly.

Da Chengzi and the plug both opened their mouths with envy, Chengzi envied the little herd cow for having sugar to eat every day, and the plug was full of jealousy.

Lao Luotou, the captain of the production team, asked himself and his father to pick up dog feces for the team every day, why did Gangzi record his work, but he didn't.

In fact, in the oil mill production team, neither the bolt nor his elderly grandfather can go to work.

Letting their grandparents and grandchildren symbolically pick up some manure and keep their annual rations is already a full manifestation of the superiority of the people's commune system.

When the long winter came, my father would take him out to find some side hustles and beg from house to house.

The old, weak, sick, and crippled, the beggars have all their clothes, and they don't even need to change their faces.

However, every time they travel, the grandfather and grandson will go to a rural area that no one knows before they start business.

So to this day, few people in the team know about Tian Xuanzi's grandfather and grandson asking for food, otherwise they will lose the face of the old and young masters of the oil mill production team.

There is always a time in the winter month when you can't see the bolt, but the babies don't care.

In the group of small babies in Wang's Dazhuang, he was originally a dispensable existence.

Besides, the tenth winter wax moon is a good time to sleep in the cold weather, and he may be hiding in a corner to bask in the sun and sleep lazily!

"Put out the lantern!"

The sleeping uncle suddenly stopped snoring and muttered loudly.

Gangzi hurriedly got up from the bed with his bare butt and blew out the fire-like lantern.

The whole cowshed was darkened in an instant, the sound of the old cow chewing and wheezing was amplified like never before, and the straw under the bedding was squeezed and rattled, like an overwhelming rainstorm outside the house.

The fleas on the plug began to move, and Dachengzi could feel countless small worms faintly wriggling on his body, and the itching was unbearable after that.

A deep sense of fear came over him, and Dachengzi felt that in the boundless darkness, there were countless demons and monsters winking at him.

"Gangzi, are you scared here every night?" Dachengzi asked in a huff.

Gangzi and Bolt didn't fall asleep, and they didn't have any sleepiness, because there was an uncle next to them, so they didn't dare to be presumptuous.

"What's there to be afraid of? Afraid of an earthquake?"

"You're not afraid of ghosts scaring you?"

"People are afraid of ghosts, ghosts are afraid of old cows! There are so many old cows here, I'm afraid of a fart!"

Gangzi's logic is exactly the same as Dachengzi's, people are afraid of ghosts, and ghosts are afraid of dogs.

As long as the dog is present, or the dog barks when he hears it, no matter how dark the night is, Dachengzi will not be afraid.

Although it is a spiritual victory method for little babies, it can be regarded as the power of faith.

No faith, no reverence, no ignorance and fearlessness are the most terrible things.

The older generation of farmers often mentioned the past of the production team, and it is said that the income of the team was distributed like this.

The crops harvested each year must first be paid to the country's public grain.

The second step is to distribute the rations of the members of the team, which is divided according to the head, which fully reflects the spirit of fairness in the big pot of rice, but there are also quantitative differences.

For example, members who go to work every day to participate in production will receive a monthly ration of 30 catties of rice; the old, weak, sick and disabled who have lost their ability to work and cannot go to work will receive a ration of 25 catties per month; and children under the age of 10 will receive a monthly ration of 20 catties.

It's all the lowest ration, and you can't eat enough with this ration alone.

The amount of work in the team is usually converted into money, and the amount of each work depends on the annual income of the production team from selling surplus grain and pig breeding and other side jobs.

If there are fewer people and more land, and the side business is good, the income will be more, for example, there are places where each work is 5 cents or 6 cents.

A strong laborer can get up to 10 cents a day, and at every penny and a half, he will have an income of 15 yuan at the end of a month, and it is still in addition to the rations.

Every year, the team also distributes food stamps and cloth stamps, and based on the wage price level of that era, a family of four has two strong laborers, and this kind of income is enough to live.

But in such an area, there are more people and less land is the biggest national condition.

Without seeds, fertilizers, and pesticides, there is not much food to be produced in the rural areas, even though they have been maximized.

It is said that in many places in the Jianghuai countryside, after 72 years, the land was privately divided, and no one took care of the two pigs at the beginning and end of the year, and the oil mill production team where Dachengzi's family was located was like this.

However, there are two prerequisites here: first, the annual public grain and surplus grain tasks of the production team must be completed in accordance with the quantity; on the other hand, most of the members of the whole team are of the same clan, and no one makes a small report.

The task of surplus public grain could not be completed, and the land was privately divided, but the sky was pierced.

The clan relationship in a team is complex and contradictory, and the distribution of interests cannot be exhaustive, and one person informs the whole team and suffers.

This is the case in Shuangshui Village, where Sun Shaoan is located in "Ordinary World".

On the other side of the river, in Shanxi, the family sideline has been vigorously carried out, and there is still a bitter famine on the loess plateau here.

When the older generation of farmers talk about the large collective production team, they will sigh that if there are today's hybrid seeds and high-efficiency chemical fertilizers, they dare not say whether the collective sideline can be made like Huaxi Village, and there is absolutely no problem in eating a full stomach.

They say that there are two stages when the peasants' lives are the hardest, one is the "three-year difficult" period, and the other is after the "four Qs".

To this day, the old peasants still do not understand how "clearing up the division of work, accounts, warehouses, and finances" is obviously a good policy for rectifying the exaggerated and corrupt work style of the grassroots bureaucrats, but when it comes to the peasant cooperatives, it has become "clearing up the grain stocks, the livestock, the sideline business, and the floating wealth."

Even the last hen that laid eggs and the last jar of kimchi were removed, and the mountains and rivers were exhausted, and the eggs were gone.

The style of seeking truth from facts, seeking truth and pragmatism is really important, otherwise no matter how much the policy and truth of benefiting the people, there will be crooked monks who will read the scriptures crookedly.