Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 143 The Man Is Silent, The Woman Cries

何平继续道：“养鸡场出售鸡蛋47万4512斤，总收入为30万8475块8毛，其中人员支出计6587元，饲料支出……，扣除缴纳税金33%，最后养鸡场的净利润为21万1940元8毛7分。”

There was a brief silence in the warehouse, and the crowd of hundreds of people fell into a dead silence within a few seconds, unbelievable.

"How much? How much?"

"Have we heard something wrong?"

"My God, what a day!"

After a brief silence, there was a bang, everyone was dumbfounded, more than 20?What kind of concept is this? The annual dividends of the entire commune's brigade are not so much, and the peasants can't earn so much money even if they save eight lifetimes!

He Ping's voice was completely drowned out by human voices, he had to borrow the gong from the old captain to knock twice, and the excited members gradually calmed down.

"Okay, okay, let me tell you the truth. To be honest, the profit of the chicken farm this year is beyond my expectation. I didn't think about it. I didn't expect it. I discussed it with the old captain. 15% of these profits will be kept in the The chicken farm is used as the fund for the development of the chicken farm next year. In addition, the team will keep 5% of the profits as the team’s infrastructure expenses, 5% as the team’s children’s education expenses, and 5% as the team’s elderly medical and medical expenses. Pension expenses, that is to say, members of our team will distribute the remaining 70% of the profits this year, do you agree or not?"

"Agree, agree!" Han Zhaoshe was the first to jump up to support He Ping.

In less than a second, there was a tsunami-like voice from the crowd, "Agree, agree!!!"

He Ping complacently looked at the fellow villagers in front of him, and there were sparkles in his eyes.

He looked at the old captain again, as if saying to the old captain, "Look, I'm right."

The old team leader did not look back at He Ping. His eyes seemed to penetrate He Ping and travel through time and space. He saw the day when he was just elected as the captain of the production team more than 20 years ago. Red flag...

The excitement in He Ping's heart is beyond words. It does not lie in the amount of dividends or the profit of the chicken farm, but in the trust of the group in front of him, which is selfless and absolute.

At this moment, he felt the mood of the old captain. He seemed to be carrying an invisible burden on his shoulders, which was extremely heavy.

Being poor cares themselves, being wealthy cares the world.

He remembered the sentence in the textbook he read when he was young in the second year of middle school.

He used to be lost in the crowd, just a thousand mayflies struggling in the secular world.But fate favored him and gave him a chance to start again. He has no reason to be an ordinary person who enjoys suffering like the later generations.

Thinking of this, He Ping's gaze was extremely firm, as if a kind of aura slowly emerged from his body.

He stretched out his palm in the air and squeezed it hard.

The deafening voice disappeared in an instant, and everyone's eyes were focused on him devoutly.

"Today's dividend distribution is just the beginning of our Hantun creating a better life. I believe that it won't be long before our Hantun's name will be resounded across the country. At that time, Hantun will be a young man who has learned a lot. This is what I said in an interview with the regional daily, and it is also my expectation. Tell me loudly whether this goal can be achieved.”

He Ping looked at everyone with anticipation in his eyes.

"Can! Can! Can!"

The passionate voice spread outside the house and courtyard, resounding in the mid-air of Hantun, and spread to infinite distance.

After exhausting everyone's emotions, He Ping also recovered from the excitement.

He hoarse his voice, "Okay, I hope everyone will not forget the promise we made together today. I won't talk about other nonsense, the main reason is that my voice is bad. Let the accountant announce the dividends of this year's chicken farm."

Uncle Accountant suppressed his emotions for a long time, and finally had an outlet to vent. As soon as He Ping got down, he shouted at the top of his voice: "He Ping, 5 yuan and 1925 cents."

The astronomical figures in the eyes of the members did not arouse the same discussion as last year, and everyone seemed to agree tacitly that this was what He Ping deserved.

He Ping, who was standing under the stage, felt a warm current in his heart.

"Han Zhaojun, 14835 yuan, 8 cents and 6 cents."

"Han Yuzheng's house, 1087 yuan, 6 cents and 2 cents."

……

Uncle Accountant’s voice was as if he had been slapped with chicken blood, and the hearts of the exciting members were also surging like a tide. The number followed by the name of each head of household was not less than 1000 yuan, and this alone was enough to beat them After ten or eight years of income, who can suppress the passion in his heart?There were even tears in the eyes of some women who couldn't control their emotions, and finally hoped for a better day after years of suffering.

He Ping was hot and dry in the warehouse. Hundreds of people crowded into one room, how could it not be hot?

He squeezed out the crowd and went outside. The commune members squeezed outside didn't feel cold or tired at all. They stared and listened to the accountant's voice with their ears pricked up.

He Ping leaned on the roller and lit a cigarette.

Before the time-traveling, he quit smoking. After the time-traveling, he would occasionally smoke two cigarettes in order to get close to others, but he was not addicted to cigarettes.

In the winter of the twelfth lunar month, it was already dark after five o'clock, and He Ping's eyes were lost in thought as he stared at the distant sky.

After a while, a voice sounded from behind: "Come on, this thing, this rush."

He Ping turned his head and saw the old captain standing behind him, holding a pipe and pot in his hand.

He Ping said with a look of disgust: "You can pull it down, it's been a thing for so many years."

"You bastard." The old captain kicked him up.

After kicking He Ping, the old captain's mood returned to calm, "It's so fucking weird, I can't get angry when you say something, do you think it's an offense for us to come here?"

"I don't know if it's a crime or not. It's a crime. This is a good young man like me who respects the old and loves the young. The young people outside will definitely ruin you."

The old captain spit out a mouthful of sticky phlegm, "Grandma, if you dare blackmail me, you can't kill him."

"Blow, keep blowing." He Ping kept mocking.

The old captain suddenly had veins throbbing in his temples, why did this kid have fists and eyes all over his body.

After two rounds, the young and old were finally able to speak calmly.

The old captain said: "Your idea is right. It seems that the thinking of our generation is really old."

"You don't have to say that, there is no such thing as old or not, it's just a different perspective. My idea is very simple. If I can lead the members to earn money, they will naturally listen to me. Besides, whether it is infrastructure construction , education or medical care are all taken from the people and used by the people, and members of the commune have no reason to object.”

The old captain sighed: "Maybe it was because of the troubles in the past few years. I don't even dare to hope for human nature."

He Ping was silent.

(End of this chapter)