Chapter Twenty-Three: Is It Enough, Three Hundred and Six

In the dream, Wang Manyin was holding the orchid and talking, and immediately proceeded to the key steps.

Suddenly, the orchid turned into rhubarb, and it screamed.

Then, I heard a voice sounding "Full silver, full silver, get up, go to work!" ”

It's not a dream, is it? He opened his eyes.

There was still a black rumbling in the cave, and it was indeed rhubarb barking outside, and at the same time, the voice of neighbor Wang Qiusheng came.

"I'll get up right away, Brother Qiusheng," Wang Manyin replied, and hurriedly put on a torn cotton jacket and went out. He looked up at the sky, and the waning moon was still in the sky, and the surroundings were gray.

In the village, from time to time, there are a few rooster crows.

If it weren't for the shivering from the cold, Wang Manyin would have thought that he hadn't woken up from a dream.

When he saw his master, Rhubarb immediately shouted for joy and kept circling around.

"Full silver, hurry up and go to work, otherwise you will be deducted points for being late." Wang Qiusheng shouted loudly.

"Now, so early, it's not yet light?" Wang Manyin asked in surprise, and hurriedly buttoned up the padded jacket.

The village party secretary has already explained to Wang Lianshun about his joining the second production team.

Yesterday afternoon, Wang Lianshun specially ran over to remind him to follow the production team to work tomorrow morning.

Wang Manyin was afraid that he had forgotten about it, so he made a special trip to his neighbor Wang Qiusheng and called him when he went to work.

Accepting the memory of his predecessor, Wang Manyin of course knew that the production team started work early, but there was no need to be so early, right? Now the black is rumbling, and I can't even distinguish the crops and weeds in the field, even if I go to work, what can I do?

"That's how I go to work in the morning, I work until I come back for dinner in the middle of the morning, and it counts as two jobs......," Wang Qiu replied naturally. Honestly, no complaints, but a little numb.

"Okay, I'll lock the door and go together." Wang Manyin didn't know what to say.

After all, he wasn't late for the first day of work.

He locked the door of the cave and kept the rhubarb to watch the house. Then, he followed Wang Qiusheng to the door of the production team's breeding room to gather.

In the distance, Yingying saw a group of members squatting on the cliffside chatting and smoking dry cigarettes, and the scarlet sparks were flickering. It is said that most men are smoking guns these days, and there are very few people like Wang Manyin who don't smoke.

"The silver is coming,"

"It's really full of silver, this cowardly baby really joined our second team?"

"Kill camels and beat slag after the full moon. Don't go out and wander around......"

Seeing Wang Manyin appear, a group of smoking guns laughed and joked.

Wang Manyin didn't care, but just opened his mouth to respond: "Uncle Lian Shun, Brother Fu Nian, you guys are early...... I won't get married right away, and I'll have to support my mother-in-law and aunt in the future, and I won't earn a job. ”

"Okay, you cowardly baby has finally stepped on the right path, and it is better to work in the village in the future. Take two puffs ......," Wang Lianshun handed over the cigarette pouch.

"Uncle Lian Shun, forget it, I can't get used to it." Wang Manyin hurriedly waved his hand.

What are you kidding, you just smoked, the cigarette holder is full of saliva, let me eat saliva.

Of course, he also knows that people have good intentions.

The two of them found a random place to squat, and then some members arrived one after another.

Wang Manyin originally thought that the members of the second team had arrived, and it was almost time to arrange the task.

As a result, no one mentioned the work, and a group of people leaned against the wall and smoked dry cigarettes.

Wang Lianshun was disgusted with the cold, and dragged a few handfuls of wheat straw from the livestock shed as matches, made a bundle of sorghum stalks, and built a fire for everyone to roast.

"Man Yin, tell us about what you saw walking around, I heard that there is a ploughing machine in Yuanxi County now, which can plow hundreds of acres of land a day, is it really fake?" Wang Funian asked curiously.

"Brother Fu Nian, this is a real thing, the name is a tractor, and it specializes in burning diesel. It is easy to plow 100 acres of land in one day, like the work of our production team, which can be completed in two days......"

About the tractor, the predecessor may not know, but he came from the later generations, absolutely clear.

In this era, mechanized farming had begun in the Great Plains of Northeast China. Because of the undulating terrain and fragmented fields on the Loess Plateau, it is difficult for tractors to come in handy, and almost no villagers have ever seen what such a machine looks like.

"Man Yin, tell us what's going on with the phone again......"

Wang Manyin went to work on his first day and was ready to endure hardships. As a result, he got up before dawn, and in the morning, he was talking nonsense to everyone.

The key is that everyone listened to it with relish, one question after another.

Even the second captain, Wang Lianshun, didn't say anything to stop him, he smoked dry tobacco vigorously, and kept adding firewood to the fire.

Soon, Wang Manyin pondered the taste.

Isn't it just a grinder? I just think I'm telling a story to everyone.

As long as he is given work, he is not bored with a day of.

After the two bundles of sorghum stalks were burned, seeing that smoke began to rise above the kilns of many people, Wang Lianshun knocked on the smoke pot, got up and said, "Don't talk about begging for eggs, now start the division of labor." Rich years, autumn births, full of silver...... A few of you pick up the dung heap, the third child, you take a few people to the barn to clean up the grass foam......"

After three or two sentences, the work was arranged, and everyone dispersed.

Now in this ghost weather, the soil dung is frozen into ice lumps, which need to be cut open with a nail rake, smashed, and spread on the ground to dry. Wait for it to dry, then pull it into the ground.

In fact, this kind of work can wait for the weather to be warm, and the sun will dry and thaw the soil manure and directly pull the field to fertilize. What they are doing now is purely useless.

But it's still the same sentence: as long as you give the work, let you do what you want.

There are so many kinds of veterans present, who doesn't know that doing this is completely "taking off your pants and farting, doing more".

Why didn't anyone bring it up? It's nothing more than doing a good job.

Seven or eight people had just picked up half of the dung heap, and Wang Funian threw the nail rake again: "I'm addicted to smoking, I'll smoke a bag of cigarettes first." ”

As he spoke, he leaned over to the fire.

Soon, others also took out their cigarette pouches, even the honest man Wang Qiusheng was no exception.

Wang Manyin finally understood why everyone was carrying cigarette pouches, and felt that this was a good excuse for grinding foreign workers. It's okay to be lazy, but it's okay to smoke a cigarette.

Well, go with the flow.

By the time they finished work and had breakfast, dozens of people had dug two dung heaps and cleaned up the manure in the barn.

Everyone else has an aunt who cooks the meal early, and Wang Manyin goes home to make a fire.

Because he had to rush to work, he boiled corn grits in a mess, boiled two eggs, and ate in a hurry.

After dinner, I came to the production team, and this time there were more people working at work, and many women at home also came.

Hundreds of laborers, Wang Lianshun's arrangement is clear. All the female members went to the warehouse to deduct the bud rice, and dozens of male members were divided into three waves.

A wave of people guarded the dung heap, a wave of people drove donkey carts to pull dung, and some people applied dung in the field.

Wandering, most of the day passed.

Seeing that the sun was in the west, Wang Lianshun took everyone back to the village for dinner.

Now in the off-season, many families have two meals a day, and lunch is equivalent to dinner.

Of course, there are conditions, at night at home will steam a pot of sweet potatoes, or boil half a pot of radish vegetable soup to satisfy hunger.

In the afternoon, Wang Lianshun finally changed the farm work for everyone and hoeed the grass in the reserved spring field. Now that there are no crops in the spring, hoeing grass has a hairy use?

Wang Manyin was extremely speechless in his heart, but he still followed the crowd.

There's no way, now more work doesn't necessarily get more, do a good job, who wants to be stupid!

Some people may think: everyone should work together to grow a lot of grain in the field, and each family can share more at that time.

How is it possible, this is not allowed.

Now there is a saying that "is not enough, three hundred and six". The meaning is very simple, the peasants can only get a maximum of 360 catties of grain per capita per year, which is capped.

The rest to be supported does not belong to the production team...... If you divide more grain in private, it is called "concealing property and dividing it privately".

Not long after Wang Manyin returned home from work, an orchid appeared outside the cave.

"Man Yin, I heard that you joined the production team today, are you tired?"

"If you are not tired, you just stay up for time. It's just in time, you make a fire, I'll stir-fry the vegetables......" Wang Manyin originally planned to deal with it briefly at night, but since the orchid came, he just spread a few egg pancakes to eat.

After eating and brushing their teeth, the two of them really talked on the kang...... Not a dream this time.

Facing a beautiful eighteen-year-old woman with no outsiders around, Wang Manyin couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

"What's wrong, full silver?" Feeling that the man next to her was not breathing well, Sun Lanhua turned her head and asked.

"Your hands are cold, you give me warmth." Wang Manyin replied with a smile and put it in a padded jacket.

"Hmm...... We're not married yet,"

"When my hands are cold, I will be warm." Wang Manyin was thick-skinned and smiled.

"You're shameless." Sun Lanhua's face turned red, but she acquiesced.

After coming here a few times, she also knows that men will guard the bottom line and will not go too far.