The years of red flags

Chapter 60
Another day passed, and after work was over, Chang Gui beat a small gong and went door-to-door in the village to tell everyone to gather at the threshing ground.

The folks couldn't figure it out. It's not a year or a festival. How come there is a village meeting and they don't know how to distribute food. Everyone's enthusiasm is not high.

Before the sun had fully set, all the young and old men, girls, and daughters-in-law of Quanshichuan Village gathered at the threshing ground.

"Dear township party members, today we called together the big guys to talk about an important matter. Our village runs out of food every year and begs for food every year. It would be embarrassing for the ancestors to say it. Today, the educated youth reported it to me and asked me to tell everyone, Plant yams, sweet potatoes, and pumpkins in scattered places, all of which are food, and can save lives at critical times."

A man named Feng Gouzi stood up and asked, "Secretary, I just want to know whether these corners and corners belong to the village or to each household."

Chang Gui stared: "You still want to go to heaven, of course you belong to the village."

"Then don't plant it. It takes a lot of effort, but it won't fall into our hands in the end. Don't plant it, don't plant it."

"That's right, just don't plant."

"I don't have the energy to plant. I work hard every day. The fields in the village can't be planted. How can I have the energy to plant those trivial things?"

Chang Gui looked at the people below and tried to gouge out his eyes, but no one cared, so he could only curse: "As soon as you fiddle with the private land, you will get excited. Doing some work for the public is like killing you. It came from a donkey."

No one cares about Chang Gui's swear words, but no one cares about what Chang Gui has to do.

"Eh, it doesn't make sense to you, so find someone who understands and tell you."

Chang Gui pointed at Jiang Hua and said, "Let this Jianghua doll from the capital tell you."

Jiang Hua stood up without hesitation, walked to the front, and was still discussing. In fact, it was just gossip.

Looking at the folks talking about it, Jiang Hua said jokingly: "All the folks are full tonight?"

"You are a doll who will make people happy. When will you be full? Eight or nine years ago, you were full, but you were hungry again after a few days."

Jiang Hua said with a smile: "Isn't that right? I asked you and me to grow more food, so that at least we can have more rations. Why don't you like it?"

A woman stood up and said, "You doll doesn't suffer from back pain when you stand and talk. It's only [-] points for a strong laborer a day, and you only get a little something. If you grow more, you get that much."

Jiang Hua rubbed his head: "Oh, I understand what you mean. You mean that the full score is only ten points anyway, and the points for collective work will not increase, so you don't want to do it. Is that what you mean?"

"That's right."

Jiang Hua laughed: "Sister-in-law, it seems that you still don't understand how much this score is worth."

"Together, the full score is only seven or eight cents a day. If you work hard, it's not worthwhile to do more."

Jiang Hua said: "I have to popularize the value of this score for you."

Jiang Hua knocked on the small gong on the stool, which attracted everyone's attention: "Everyone listen to me, some people say that a day can be up to ten points, and it is not worthwhile to do more work, but you don't know, this point is different , some villages are worth seven or eight cents for ten cents, and some villages are worth one or two cents."

"boast."

"With no hair on the mouth, you can't do things well."

Jiang Hua said loudly: "Let me tell you how much this score is worth and how it is calculated."

At this moment, the villagers were all stunned. They didn't know how many points they needed to calculate. Maybe no one had ever popularized it.

"For example, our village produces 1 catties of grain a year. After paying the public grain, there are still 2 catties. At this time, we will calculate it. The whole village has a total of [-] catties a year. If you produce [-] jin of grain a year, pay [-], and leave [-], then this cent is worth [-] jin.”

"It turns out that's how the points are calculated."

Jiang Hua clenched his fist and said, "So, the more we produce and the more we have left over, the more valuable this share is, understand."

The villagers suddenly realized that the vast majority of people in the village were illiterate, even if they could read, they couldn't read a few words. As for arithmetic, they could only do simple addition and subtraction.

Jiang Hua shouted: "Accountant Huang, I'm right."

"Yes, that's the reason."

It was the same woman, perhaps more aggressive, so she dared to ask frequent questions on this occasion.

"That is to say, the more the village produces, the more we get, and it doesn't matter how much or how little we get."

Jiang Hua shook his head: "It still has something to do with it. People earn ten cents a day, and you get six cents a day. They earn ten catties a day, but you only have six or seven catties."

The woman was very tough, she rolled up her sleeves and said: "Then what are you waiting for, plant it, plant all the bits and pieces."

"Then plant it."

After Jiang Hua's explanation, the blood of the villagers was surging, and they wanted to go home immediately, pick up the hoe and plant the land.

The mobilization meeting was considered to be a successful completion, and at the end of the meeting, the woman still didn't forget to yell: "Chang Gui, you are a donkey, don't let the old lady fool you, keep score blindly."

The secretary Chang kept knocking on the stool with his cigarette bag: "Since E Changgui became the party secretary, he would be worthy of his conscience, worthy of the organization, and worthy of the township party members."

After winning the first battle, the young people were very excited, but they were not happy enough, and the heavy work on the second day overwhelmed them.

Potatoes and pumpkins have to be planted in every corner. Every family has these seeds. They used to be planted in their own plots, but now even big guys are willing to take them out, but if they want to dig out the land, they need educated young people My life is over, the whole day is broken.

Cao Yang lay on the quilt, his old back groaning in pain: "If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't have made any suggestions. This mention makes me exhausted."

"When you run out of food, stop humming."

Zhao Dayong picked up a piece of plaster and slapped it on Cao Yang's back waist. The force became heavier, and Cao Yang jumped up with a cry.

Zheng Tong also lay on his stomach, pointed at Cao Yang and said with a smile: "You still have the strength to jump, you must not be tired, I will definitely not be able to jump."

"Ow."

As soon as Zheng Tong finished speaking, he jumped up. Zhong Yuemin applied the plaster to him. He didn't use much force when applying the plaster, but he slapped him at the end, which definitely killed Zheng Tong.

Cao Yang retorted, "So Zheng Tong, you are not tired."

"Go to the other side." Zheng Tong pointed to Jiang Hua who was busy with work and said, "That one won't be tired anymore, that's a pure animal."

Jiang Hua threw the basin in front of Zheng Tong: "Are you still eating?"

　In fact, the calculation of work points is quite complicated. I can only briefly explain it, but the reason is similar, except that there are some guarantees and subsidies, which are similar to the current basic salary.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)