Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 79 Production Team Dividends (Please recommend for collection)

Time entered the twelfth lunar month, and He Ping's life became more and more leisurely. He Ping first paid back the 50 yuan owed to the old captain when he got the manuscript fee last time, and he was debt-free.

The newly created long fairy tale novel has been mailed out. He Ping asked Mao Chunhua to help draw some illustrations. This time He Ping mailed it directly to the publishing house. He didn't plan to serialize it in a magazine. It would be better to earn the publishing house's manuscript fee.

Mao Chunhua was very happy to receive He Ping's request, and he almost wrote the words "I would like" on his face. Every day except for working hours, he would just spend time in the room drawing pictures.

In order to create illustrations, Mao Chunhua read He Ping's latest novel two or three times, and was once again impressed by He Ping's extraordinary literary talent. He Ping's image in her heart became more and more powerful.

On the twelfth day of the twelfth lunar month, the team has recently sold grain to the grain depot one after another, and the live pigs have also entered the slaughterhouse. It is less than a month before the Chinese New Year.This time of year is the busiest time for the accountants of each production team. They will calculate the cleaning situation of the whole team for each household in detail, and then report to the commune for approval after being audited by the accountants of the brigade.

This year Hantun's accounts are a bit special, the accounting staff of the commune looked at the accounts in front of them and scratched their heads, "Why don't you let Director Mao take a look at it."

Several old comrades who had experienced the storm immediately agreed: "Yes, yes, Director Mao should have a look."

Correspondent Zhang Guoqiang took Han Tun's account book to Director Mao's office.

"What's the matter?" Director Mao, who was reviewing the documents, looked up and asked. It was the end of the year, and there were many documents piled up on the table that needed to be reviewed and signed by Director Mao.

"Han Tun's account this year is a bit special, you have to read it."

"Oh?" Director Mao was a little surprised. Generally, matters about the account books are discussed at the meeting. Why did I let myself read it in advance today, "Bring it here and let me have a look."

Director Mao flipped through the account book for a while, and laughed: "No wonder, it made it difficult for the comrades who checked the accounts."

After closing the ledger, Director Mao pointed at the cover, "Just send it like this."

Zhang Guoqiang was a little surprised in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face: "Okay."

The weather in the Northeast in [-] days can freeze to death, and minus [-] to [-] degrees is normal.The village under the setting sun is quiet. In this weather, dogs know that cats are wintering at home, let alone people.The white snow covers the houses below, and the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkles on the snow and dyes the houses golden yellow. Many people’s chimneys are smoking. In the winter in the Northeast, there is no work, so there are two meals a day. One meal in the morning and one meal at two or three o'clock in the afternoon. This time is exactly the time for each family to eat.

At this time, a cheerful and joyful voice suddenly came from the quiet village, "The dividends are distributed, and each family will send people to the team to collect the money."

It was the accountant in the team with a loud grin, going door to door to notify the big guys to go to the brigade to collect dividends.

The members have been working for a whole year, and at the end of the year, this day is what they look forward to the most, and their eyes are red with anticipation.The village, which was quiet a second ago, boiled up in an instant.

The members of each household didn't even have time to put on their shoes, so they went out wearing cotton jackets. The sound of doors opening, dogs barking, donkeys barking, snow treading, and greetings could be heard endlessly.

The weather that could have frozen people to death immediately became hot, and the voice from afar contained infinite joy.

After a whole year of hard work, I finally waited for the day of dividends.

It didn't take more than 10 minutes for all the members of the brigade to gather in the brigade. The warehouse at the team headquarters was quite big, otherwise it couldn't be used as a warehouse, but today it simply can't hold so many people.

Everyone in the team is headed by each family, but they can't hold back the enthusiasm of the big guys for the year-end dividends. Regardless of whether they are old or young, they squeeze into the room vigorously.

The neighbors are all acquaintances, joking with each other, and the atmosphere is cheerful and warm.

"If you have nothing to do, go home. If there is anything to see, why squeeze these people."

The old captain's reprimand made everyone's movements much quieter, and the crowd finally calmed down after a tumultuous moment.

The old captain spoke particularly loudly today, "Usually he calls you slowly, but today he is diligent."

The big guys burst into laughter when they heard the words, and then answered quickly: "The dividends are not active, and there is a problem with the style of work."

"Don't put this nonsense, let's pay dividends today, don't gossip, let's start."

The old captain has been in charge of the brigade for 20 years, so he naturally knows what everyone is most concerned about at this time. He didn't say a word of nonsense and went straight to the point.

Everyone started applauding involuntarily.

"Okay, okay." The old captain suppressed everyone's applause, "Let me tell you first, this year, every work point in our team is paid 1 cents."

There was another loud noise from the crowd. This number is much higher than last year's 7 cents, and the nearby brigades have never heard of any one that can reach this level.

"It's all bad." The old captain raised his voice, "Let the accountant think about the income and expenditure of each family."

The accountant read the names of the labor force in the team one by one, and announced the income and expenditure situation. Each company is different, there are highs and lows, but overall, the income of the members of the entire Hantun this year has increased by a large margin compared to last year. .Those families with high incomes naturally became the focus of attention, and the family was so happy that they couldn't close their mouths, enjoying everyone's envious and jealous eyes.

There are also those who owed the famine in the team last year, sweating in their hearts, and they have to make ends meet, but don't owe the famine again.

Hearing the accountant's announcement to the end, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, all the families in Hantun had a bumper harvest this year, and everyone's faces were filled with joy.

After working hard for a year, I can finally get some cash to buy things for the family, make new clothes for the wife and children, marry the sons of the family, and marry the girls. Money is used everywhere.

In fact, Han Tun's expenditure this year is basically the same as last year, except for one more item of income, which is the chicken farm.Since the chicken farm city, every family in the team has sent people to participate in the labor of the chicken farm, and the calculated work points are higher than ordinary labor.

At this time, everyone understands the principle of waiting in line more than ever before, and everyone is like elementary school students, very well-behaved.The members took over the year's hard-earned money from the accountant one by one, with bright smiles on their faces, happier than eating candy.

The person whose name was called took his own seal, squeezed to the edge of the table, brought the seal to his mouth, took a long breath, then pressed heavily behind his name, and then happily took the result from the accountant's hand. My hard-earned money for a year.

They stretched their necks and asked each other: "How much did you get?" "How much did you get?"

It's the same as the elementary school students who have received the test papers ask about the grades of their classmates.

The old captain looked at the smiles on everyone's faces, and was also happy in his heart. This year's Hantun is no longer the same as previous years. What his accountant announced just now is only the first course.

The old captain looked through the crowd and looked at He Ping who was sitting in a corner of the house. There would be good news for this kid later.

That was Han Tun's real surprise this year.

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