While a few people were still talking, the door was pushed open again, and everyone looked at the door.

Du Laohan dragged Hanwa in, "Who asked you to take the white-flour bun, hurry up and return it!"

Hanwa took the steamed bun with tears in her eyes, and slowly rubbed forward while looking at Du Laohan.

"Old man, this steamed bun was given to Hanwa by us, why did you let him get it back?" Zhong Yuemin asked.

Du Laohan was surprised: "Is it really you who gave Hanwa? The white-faced steamed bun is a precious thing, why do you give it away casually?"

"What's so expensive about a steamed bun, we still have it here, you can eat it as you like. Zhao Dayong said with a steamed bun in his mouth.

"Don't you dare, you countrymen can't eat white flour buns once a year, you eat them. Du Laohan shook his hand again and again.

"Huh, what are you eating?" Zhao Dayong said in surprise.

The others were also surprised, although there was a shortage of food in Beijing, and meat could not be eaten a few times a year, but steamed buns could still be eaten.

"You can eat some multigrain noodles and wild vegetable dumplings, and you don't pay so much attention to it. Du Laohan replied.

"What about the wheat you planted?" Zheng Tong asked.

"These are good grains, how can they be eaten by the countrymen, they are all replaced with miscellaneous grains. ”

Zhao Dayong said: "Why? Farmers can't eat steamed buns, who rules?"

"If you don't change it to miscellaneous grains, I'm afraid you're going to starve to death, no one in the village has starved to death for two years, and I already want to thank God for his magnanimity. ”

Zhao Dayong was stunned for a long time and said, "Will people starve to death before?"

"As far as I can remember, there has not been a year in which no one in the village has starved to death, and the government has given some relief food in the past two years, otherwise people will starve to death. ”

"How old are you, old man?"

"I'm in my fifties. ”

Zheng Tong was stupid: "That is to say, in the past fifty years, people have starved to death every year!"

The intellectuals were shocked by the poverty described by Du Laohan, and they had some expectations before they came, but they would never have thought that Du Laohan would be accustomed to starving to death.

Zhong Yuemin was also shocked, even though he already knew that there was a shortage of food in northern Shaanxi, he couldn't ignore the lives that would starve to death due to lack of food.

Seeing that the educated youths didn't speak, Du Laohan said to Hanwa: "You melon coward, hurry up and put down the white-flour buns, and the foreheads are gone." ”

Zhong Yuemin hurriedly picked up the steamed buns on the table and stuffed them to Hanwa: "Take them all, take them all." ”

"You can't take it, it's not worth it to give you expensive things to eat, you can eat them!" Du Laohan blocked.

"Listen to me, take it!" Zhong Yuemin forcefully stuffed the steamed bun to Hanwa, "We still have it." ”

Seeing Zhong Yuemin's resolute attitude, Du Laohan was not good at stopping him again.

"Master, I'm hungry. ”

"Eat when you're hungry. Zhong Yuemin touched Hanwa's head and said softly.

Hanwa turned her head to look at her grandfather.

"Eat, eat, thank you, brother and sister. ”

Hanwa just gnawed on the steamed bun and ate one in three or two clicks.

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"Yuemin, why have you been sitting on the edge of the cliff lately? Jiang Biyun walked into Zhong Yuemin's side and found a place to sit.

"I'm looking at the tree. ”

"Look at the tree?" Jiang Biyun looked at a bare tree opposite Ya, "Nothing?"

"Yes, the tree sprouted. ”

"Well, it should have sprouted, but is there anything strange about sprouting?"

"There's nothing strange about it, it's just that spring is coming. Let's go, let's get on with our work. ”

Zhong Yuemin is now dressed as an authentic peasant in northern Shaanxi, with a white hand wrapped around his head and a hemp rope tied around his waist.

Within a few days, Chang Gui, the village party secretary, organized the villagers to build a dam, which was an important water conservancy project in northern Shaanxi during the slack period.

Since the Qing Dynasty, the locals began to build dams with stones and mud in the narrow places of the river ditches to intercept the cement and sand of the river, forming silt.

The land in northern Shaanxi is barren, most of the land is on the slope, and irrigation is difficult, but if the dam can be successfully built, the original river ditch will become silted into fertile land, and the village has ten acres of dam, and no matter how dry it is, it is not afraid.

The dam is related to whether the village will be hungry in the future, and the people in the village attach great importance to it, and almost the whole village is dispatched, in the words of the branch secretary Chang Gui, which donkey dares to steal and break his three legs.

Zhong Yuemin was appointed as the team leader, and took the educated youths to dig the soil and send it to the ditch.

This is also the fact that the villagers take care of their small strength and let them do some light work, and the really tiring work is in the ditch, ramming the earth with a stone hammer.

The loess with water was spread on the ground, mixed with stones, and two strong laborers held the rope tied to the stone hammer, lifted it, and lowered it, and continued to work for an hour or two.

"My good man, why is this work so tiring, my two arms are swollen!" Zheng Tong began to complain after digging without three loads of soil.

Zhao Dayong came back softly with a basket, and when he heard Zheng Tong complaining, he said, "I have a high score for this job." ”

"Forget it, I'm dizzy when I look at this slope, and if I carry the soil, I'm afraid I'm going to fall into the ditch. Zheng Tong hugged his rake and decisively refused.

"Cut, then you're still complaining about a fart!" Zhao Dayong put the basket on the ground, "Hurry up, fill it for me." ”

Zheng Tong weakly shoveled soil into the basket, and said enviously: "Those girls are so relaxed, just cook at home." ”

"You can also help with the cooking. Zhong Yuemin climbed up from the bottom of the ditch, sat on the ground, picked up the kettle and poured it into his mouth.

Zheng Tong was overjoyed: "Really, the brothers are all working, I can't go back, right?"

"It's nothing, it's just that you have to leave something before you go. Zhong Yuemin sneered.

As soon as Zheng Tong saw Zhong Yuemin smiling, he was inexplicably nervous, "What are you keeping?"

"What do you say are more words than big characters?"

"A little bit more. Zheng Tong replied, then reacted, and clamped his legs, "You want me to be a eunuch!"

Zhong Yuemin said with a smile: "I'm here to let you better integrate into the women's group, otherwise you are a little more than others, how inappropriate it is!"

"Yes, yes, we don't have a problem with what you do at this point. Zhao Dayong coaxed beside him.

Several other intellectuals working on the slope also laughed: "We don't have a problem either." ”

"I have an opinion!" Zheng Tong said angrily.

Everyone's laughter was even louder.

"Branch secretary, branch secretary!" The black baby in the village suddenly ran over from outside the village, dragged Zhong Yuemin and asked, "Branch secretary?"

"Dam in the ditch. Zhong Yuemin was almost dragged along, "Is there something wrong?"

Heiwa didn't answer, she ran into the ditch and finally slid straight down, "Branch secretary!

Chang Gui heard Heiwa shouting from afar, and hurriedly took off the cotton jacket on his shoulders that had not fallen off for thousands of years to the ground, "Heiwa, Lao Zhao's head?"

"Lao Zhao Tou brought dozens of people, and he came here with the guys. Heiwa didn't even have time to breathe.

"Who the hell is gone!Let me know that I killed him alive!" Chang Gui said viciously, and then said to the villagers who stopped to watch: "You Shichuan Village don't have to be a bad seed!

"Desperate!"