When I arrived at the barn, I found that almost all the men, women and children in the village were here.

The little daughter-in-law was holding the nursing baby, the runny child was running around in the gap of the crowd, and the older aunts were spitting one by one, and they didn't know whose gossip they were talking about.

Men get together to smoke cigarettes and tell colored jokes.

Susie and the others found a place to stand, and after a while, Qiao Mu squeezed over from the crowd and stood behind Susie.

Xu Changgui got a chair and stood up, holding a loudspeaker and shouting below, "Quiet and quiet, all quiet, it's time for a meeting." ”

The barn gradually quieted down, and Xu Changgui said: "It's been a while since the autumn harvest is over, and it's time to distribute grain to everyone." ”

"Everyone knows that there is less rain this year, and if there is less rain, there will be less millet threshed."

"Two crops of rice a year, a total of 100 acres of paddy fields, this year 50,000 catties of millet, a little less than last year, the team decided to divide 110 catties of rice per person."

"And then there's the corn ······ in total."

"There is another good thing to tell everyone, at the end of the year, the team will open the road, and when the road is opened, we will pull wires and telephone lines for our team."

"Then the team branch discussed, planning to take out a loan to buy a tractor to come back, and Liuxian Lake, this year to buy some fish fry to put in, when the time comes to divide the fish twice a year, so this year's retention will be a little more."

Xu Changgui said above, and there were few people below who listened, most of them were illiterate here, anyway, they didn't know the numbers Xu Changgui said, and the accountants and bookkeepers in the village also graduated from junior high school.

Xu Changgui said a lot, "Okay, I won't be verbose, let's divide the grain, don't mess around, call whom, whoever pressed the handprint went to the back warehouse to receive the grain." ”

Xu Zhiqiang shouted, "Xu Changyou-"

I saw Huang Chunzhen walking over with her little feet.

Xu Zhiqiang pointed to the top of the notebook, "Xu Changyou didn't work, you have less work time here, and you are semi-labor, and the work is also less, only more than 600 points, this year is three points and 81 points, which is ······."

Xu Zhiqiang finally sighed, "Your family will owe a lot this year." ”

Huang Chunzhen said: "This year, we received less rations, and my old man couldn't eat much. ”

"All white rice, less corn and sweet potatoes."

Accountant Zhang calculated it for her and wrote a note, Huang Chunzhen pressed her handprint, and Lan Baoguo, the deputy captain of the production team, shouted: "Come here with a few laborers to help Huang Damiang carry the grain back." ”

Zhu Zhicheng ran over, and a few guys also passed, including Chen Changqing, on this occasion, he must behave in place.

When I arrived at the back warehouse, I handed the strips to the grain manager, who weighed the grain, and a few guys carried it to the backyard.

Susie curiously walked to Xu Zhiqiang's side and looked at the work book handed in by everyone, there are more or less jobs, such as Zhu Zhicheng, the highest in the whole production team, with more than 3,800 points.

According to Xu Zhiqiang, Zhu Zhicheng did the hardest and most tiring work, such as repairing canals in the commune, or smashing stones, and he rushed to go 20 centimeters a day.

There is also a production team that rushes to harvest in the middle of the night, and he does it for 20 minutes a night, and he also does it deadly.

Xu Changgui knew that his family conditions were not good, and this kind of high-centimeter work was always assigned to him.

Most male laborers work less than 3,000 hours a year.

The female labor force is one or two thousand.

Susie took her notebook and calculated, she worked for a total of twenty-three days, the first three days were five points, and the next one was six points, a total of only one hundred and thirty-five, which was pitiful.

Zhao Tingting, Tian Xiaohui are similar to her.

There are a little more arbors for them, but not much, after all, they have only been here for more than a month.

Susie watched the excitement for a while, then walked towards Zhao Tingting and them, walked for a while, and suddenly felt an obscene gaze fall on her.

She looked sideways, and Yang Laosan was standing not far away, holding a cigarette in his mouth, looking at her with a smile.

Seeing Susie looking at him, Yang Laosan bit the cigarette and smiled lewdly, then struck a match and lit the cigarette in his mouth.

Susie turned her head in disgust and walked quickly towards Zhao Tingting.

As soon as I turned my head, I suddenly heard a "bang", like someone was bombing a firefight.

The lively barn was quiet because of this "bang", and everyone looked around, "What's wrong?" What's wrong? ”

Susie looked at the place where the sound came from, and she found that Yang Laosan, who was still looking at her with a squint just now, had fallen to the ground, her whole body convulsed, and at the same time let out a low howl from the depths of her throat.

The surrounding members also found out and surrounded them, "What's the matter?" ”

"What's wrong with Yang Laosan?"

"Oh, look at Yang Laosan's mouth!"

"Hey, was that a cannon fire just now?"

"Why do I see that Yang Laosan's mouth seems to have been blown up."

Susie was not too far away, and she could see it very clearly, almost the entire face of Yang Laosan was bloody and blurred, and his mouth was even more bloody, which was miserable.

A member of the club said: "It's not just his mouth, you see his eyes, it's also bleeding, it must have exploded." ”

Someone looked around, "Who threw the cannon just now?" ”

Several people close to Yang Laosan shook their heads, "No one threw artillery battles, they were all gossiping here just now." ”

Huang Zhaodi was listening to a few mothers-in-law and aunts talking nonsense, but when she heard a cannon shot, she turned her head and saw a person lying on the ground.

She ran over like crazy and pounced next to Yang Laosan, "What's wrong?" Don't scare your mother, my son. ”

When Huang Zhaodi saw Yang Laosan's tragic situation clearly, she almost fainted.

She slumped on the ground and let out a long howl, "What's the matter, my son—"

Not far away, Liao Zhenyuan sat on a chair with his eyes shining, and he excitedly poked Lan Xiu's leg sitting next to him with a cane, "Xiu'er, revenge, someone has avenged you!" ”

"Yang Laosan's mouth is blown up, and his eyes are only afraid of being blown up!"

Lan Xiu also saw Huang Zhaodi sitting on the ground howling, but Yang Laosan's face was blocked by Huang Zhaodi and he couldn't see clearly.

She was a little excited, "Really? Did the dog really get retribution? ”

As she spoke, tears welled up in one of her eyes.

It's not because Yang Laosan is blind that she is happy, she is happy that the person who did bad things has finally been punished.

When she was blinded by the bombing, Yang Laosan was also twelve or thirteen years old, and it was impossible for such a big child not to know the consequences of throwing artillery in people's faces.

But Yang Laosan is bad, a natural bad seed, he bullied her a lot when he was a child, and throwing cannons is a daily life for Yang Laosan.

If their family could admit their mistake and apologize, the Lan family would not have remembered this for so long, and some things would slowly pass with the passage of time.

But it's like a thing that doesn't end there, doesn't have an end, and it's always something to remember.

Lan Xiu muttered with tears in one eye: "God has eyes, God has eyes!" ”