Ordinary people's rice bowl

Chain effect
According to Tian Cheng's idea, the dividends from the pig breeding farm and the feed factory were quickly distributed to the villagers. After dinner, three or five villagers gathered together, almost discussing their plans before and after the Spring Festival.

Xiuhua returned home with the dividends. This dividend made Xiuhua really excited. He really couldn't believe that the sum of the dividends was more than their annual agricultural income. There is still money for the holidays, but thinking of the plan to build a pigsty in the coming year, she immediately canceled the debt to her natal family. When she went back to her natal family last time, she heard that her brother-in-law was coming back. She was always thinking about it. I thought it was necessary to go to my mother's house before the festival, and casually mentioned my plans to my father.

Xiuhua doesn't know how to ride a bicycle, and she has two legs when she goes out. Because of this, no matter how heavy the snow is, it's not a problem in front of her.After returning home, Xiuhua called Mu Yan, and said: "This is the bonus that our family distributed today. I will leave it to you. I discussed it with your father last night. After the festival, we will also build a few pigpens and raise them. A few pigs will earn much more than we weaving bags!"

Mu Yan took the money and counted it carefully: "I really didn't expect it to cost more than our family's grain sales in autumn. No wonder people in our village are talking about raising pigs!"

Xiuhua said to Mu Yan: "We don't care about others, and the festival is only a few days away. Today I will go to your grandma's house to see if your uncle is back!"

"The snow hasn't melted yet, how convenient it is to wait two more days!" Mu Yan persuaded.

Xiuhua devoted all her attention to going back to her mother's house, and didn't listen to a word of Mu Yan's persuasion. She went into the house and took off the meat hanging from the hook on the beam. When I came back, the one who shared the meat said it was [-] catties, so much meat, I couldn’t finish it myself. According to the amount consumed during festivals in previous years, four catties of meat is enough for the whole family to eat with gusto. After so much, Xiuhua really couldn't figure out how to eat it. She wanted to cut more than half of it, and took it to her mother's house.

Xiuhua was about to go out with a bamboo basket filled with meat, when she bumped into Lao Mu who had just come in from the outside. Seeing the meat in the bamboo basket, Lao Mu couldn't help but wondered, "Where are you going?"

"Go back to my mother's house and have a look, and discuss with my father about our loan!" Xiuhua responded casually.

"Then I'll see you off by bike!" After Lao Mu finished speaking, he went to the yard, pushed on his bicycle and left the gate.

"It's up to you to give it to me, but cycling in the snow is not as fast as walking!" Xiuhua was a little bit reluctant to let Lao Mu go through that hardship.

"You'd better come up, and I'll take you to the road. If it's snowing and it's hard to ride, I'll come back." Lao Mu said, took the bamboo basket from Xiuhua's arm, hung it on the handlebar, and signaled Let Xiuhua get on the bike.

Xiuhua got into the car, and the two laughed and rode towards Yangliu Village.

The snow in the field is stimulated by the sunlight, and the reflected strong light makes it difficult to open your eyes wide. Lao Mu squinted his eyes and looked around. Feeling the snow scene of "the scenery of the north, thousands of miles of ice", he couldn't help but chant: " The sky is the cover, the ground is the mat, and the car marks in the middle are rolled into mud. It is hard to open your eyes from a distance, but you can watch the birds looking for food up close. It is a leisurely stroll! Carrying the young lady to visit relatives."

"What nonsense! You call it poetry?" Xiuhua sitting behind the car slapped Lao Mu's buttocks and laughed.

"This is called doggerel. Naturally, there is no structure, just read it casually!" Lao Mu knew that it was not a poem, but he wrote it out of feeling, without any other meaning.

"It sounds sour. You are so sour. You are born to be a teacher. What else can you do? This is what I am born to be useful. I am a citron, so hard to be a beam!" Xiuhua suddenly remembered what she said last night, so Bring it out and say it.

"Which pot is not open, which pot is it to carry!" The two talked and laughed, and they came to Yangliu Village without knowing it. As soon as they entered the village, Xiuhua got out of the car. After all, this is the place where she grew up. Naturally, there is a sense of intimacy with her natal family, and it is inevitable that they will call "Auntie, Uncle" affectionately.

When Xiuhua greeted everyone after getting off the car, everyone looked a little envious, as if she had a special place with them. Xiuhua was puzzled, and couldn't help asking: "The eyes in this village look a little strange today, why? What's going on?"

When Xiuhua saw her father, the first thing she said was not to ask if her brother had come back, but directly said: "What's the matter with the people in our village, when they saw me coming back, they pointed and pointed, as if they saw some visitor of?"

"Hey! This is due to the story of Tiancheng in your village. Now it has spread so much that our village is envious. Some people directly want to move to your village, but your village does not agree to accept it!" Yang Qinglin said with a smile, leaning back and forth.

Before Xiuhua could reply, Yang Qinglin went on to say: "Your village's matter, sharing meat and money, really makes other villages look at you differently, so I come to see you as if you are watching a western scene."

"Does our village still have magic power?"

"Where is there any magic power, it's just that your dividends this year have made everyone look red-eyed!"

"It turned out to be pink eye disease. This disease is not easy to treat, and it is impossible to cure it!" Xiuhua joked a little.

"What pink eye disease? Everyone is very envious of your villagers. They say that in the spring of next year, they will also start a sideline business of raising pigs like your village!" Yang Qinglin said, pouring a glass of water for Lao Mu.

"The relationship is good, our village has become a model village!"

"You don't know yet, many people want to come to your village to learn Buddhist scriptures! Therefore, you should be very polite to the people who come to your village!"

"I didn't know our village was going to be famous!" Xiuhua felt proud of Xiaowangzhuang Village.

"Not only is your village famous, but Wang Tiancheng's name is also well known to passers-by. It is an honor to live in your village!" Yang Qinglin said from the bottom of his heart, proud of having a daughter in Xiaowangzhuang Village.

Yang Qinglin's words stung Lao Mu, he suddenly felt that he was a little boy at Wang Tiancheng's place, and this feeling of inferiority further strengthened his idea of ​​building a pigsty after the festival.

(End of this chapter)