Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 34

Early in the morning, men and women from various families in Hantun began to gather in the brigade, and the place for the meeting was He Pingyuan's warehouse.

"I don't know what's going on this early in the morning."

"Who knows, nothing happened recently, what kind of meeting is there?"

The people who arrived first chatted in twos and threes, sitting or standing.

He Ping pushed the door open and came in, and everyone who had a good relationship with him said hello.

"He Ping is here."

"Isn't this a great writer? Come, sit down."

He Ping responded enthusiastically to everyone. Since the novel was published, his status in the brigade has soared. Later, he set up a chicken farm, and his status has risen even higher.

It has been a long time since I heard gossip such as "delicious and lazy", "fancy but not useful", "what to do, what to eat, what to eat".

Sitting in the corner, Han Zhaogui watched He Ping being complimented by everyone, and cursed: "What, you are a speculator, you would have collapsed five years ago."

The old captain entered the room with an enamel cup in his hand, coughed twice, and the chaotic scene quieted down.

"Is everyone here? Let's take a look, is there anyone who hasn't arrived?"

Everyone looked around, and someone replied: "It's all here."

"Okay, we're here, let's have a meeting."

Everyone looked at the old captain, wondering why the meeting was held today.

"In today's meeting, we will just talk about one thing, about our brigade's chicken farm.

The chicken farm has been open for a while, and everyone can see how it is doing. Basically, every family has people, who does more and who does less, I don’t say that everyone knows it.

We invited everyone to this meeting today for one purpose - to establish rules. "

The old captain paused at this point, and there was a buzzing sound below, and everyone whispered to each other, guessing what kind of regulations the old captain meant by "making rules".

The old captain continued: "A few days ago, five chickens died in the chicken farm. Everyone should know about it. It is normal for a few chickens to die because of yellow skin, but who will bear the responsibility for the dead chickens? Everyone has thought about it." No."

Speaking of which, the old captain's tone gradually became serious.

"Some comrades among us have been stealing, cheating, and opportunistic for a long time. I won't name them, to save you some face. But don't try to get away with it when this happens. This chicken farm is not me. Personal, not He Ping’s, but all our members in Hantun. If a chicken dies in a chicken farm, it’s a big guy’s loss.”

Han Zhaogui sat down confidently, wanting to see what you could do to me.

When He Ping heard this, he called out in his heart that Jiang was still old and spicy, and he settled the matter with a few words—the interests of the group were damaged due to personal negligence.

"As for how to deal with the person who caused the loss, I will talk about it later. There are two regulations here, one is the daily management method of the chicken farm, and the other is the reward and punishment system for the chicken farm employees. I will read it to everyone. After reading it, if you have any comments, you can ask me.”

The daily management regulations and reward and punishment system of the chicken farm written by He Ping refer to the data stored in the mobile phone, but deleted a lot of inapplicable content. After all, it is just a rural chicken farm.

Even so, this information can be regarded as detailed and well-organized in this era.

The content of the material is not too long. The old captain read it for 10 minutes. After reading, the old captain picked up the enamel cup and took a sip of hot water to moisten his throat. He was not affected by the voices of the people below, and seemed calm and unhurried.

The old captain put down the enamel cup, "Okay, if anyone has any opinions, please speak up in front of everyone."

Everyone looked at each other for a long time, Han Zhaogui saw that no one was talking, and secretly cursed that they were a bunch of useless people, so he couldn't help standing up.

"Captain, I just want to ask, is this chicken farm still our collective enterprise in Hantun? Why do you read it like we are working for capitalists?"

Seeing someone taking the lead, a group of people who usually work in the team, steal and play tricks also started to shout.

"That's right. Landlords and rich families in the old society didn't watch people work like this."

"Who sets the rules? Are we working people? How can we be like criminals?"

With the solidarity, Han Zhaogui had a solid foundation in his heart, and became more and more arrogant, "Yes, whoever set the rules will come out and tell everyone. Anyway, I don't believe that the captain can set such rules for us."

After speaking, he sat down and looked at He Ping with a high spirit.

The old captain looked at the few people below with a sullen face, and as he expected, they were the few people who were stealing, raping and playing tricks on weekdays.

The old captain didn't speak. He Ping felt that he had the obligation to stand up and share the firepower for the old captain. This information was written by himself. Besides, Han Zhaogui was a bit uncomfortable with the corners of Han Zhaogui's mouth.

"Hey, you guys sit down first." He Ping stood up and waved his hands at the critics, and then said: "Let me first say that I wrote the daily management regulations and reward and punishment system of this chicken farm. Why did I write this thing, I don’t want to say, I think everyone knows the reason. Just now the old captain saved you face, since you don’t want it yourself, then I will say it for the old captain.”

While talking, He Ping pointed his fingers, "Han Zhaogui, you still have the face to babble here."

"Let me ask you, how do you pay for the dead chickens?"

"Why should I pay?" Han Zhaogui immediately got up and jumped when he heard that he was asked to pay.

"Did the chicken die while you were on duty?"

"Whatever my business, it was killed by Huang Pizi."

"Did you take the duty points given by the team?"

"Just give me two work points, why do you still want me to give you a night's worth? I don't work, you give me work points?"

"Did you sleep until noon the next day? Does the team count you as a job?"

Despite Han Zhaogui's sophistry, the facts speak louder than words. The eyes of the masses are sharp, and everyone looks at Han Zhaogui in the wrong way. This is a typical corner poaching of the production team.

Even the few people who sang with Han Zhaogui didn't say a word, and the leaders were all questioned, so they should observe and observe.

Han Zhaogui was left speechless by the question, and He Ping ignored him, and continued, "I am not writing this document against any one of you here, but to protect the common interests of all members of our Hantun community. Think about it, everyone. A few chickens died, what if hundreds of chickens and thousands of chickens died tomorrow? Should we just let it go?
This chicken farm not only has my money invested, but also everyone’s share. Today he makes a mistake and pays some money, and tomorrow he makes a mistake and pays some money. In the end, there is nothing left in the chicken farm, and everyone’s money is lost. Who will benefit if it is in vain?

I am not writing this document to punish anyone or watch everyone work, but to prevent this kind of thing from happening again. Our chicken farm is for making money, not for losing money.That's all I'm saying, let's think carefully about whether it makes sense. "

After He Ping finished speaking, he didn't care about everyone's reaction, and sat down directly.

The room fell silent for a while.

At this time, the BGM sounded in his mind, all of Liang Jiahui's words, after I finished speaking, whoever agrees and whoever opposes.

Seeing this, the old captain smiled with confidence in his hands, "Okay, it's almost the same. Let's vote with a show of hands. Raise your hand if you agree with this document."

The old captain's arm was like a banner, and everyone raised their arms one after another.

Again, the eyes of the masses are discerning.

(End of this chapter)