Reborn in the red years, I am farming in space

Chapter 179

If you want to clean up Uncle Zhou completely.

The halo on his head must be removed, and his status as a breeder must be removed.

At that time, he will be nothing more than a walnut with its shell peeled off
When you want to eat and how you want to eat, it depends on your mood.

It's just that what Uncle Zhou is doing now has not challenged his bottom line.

So Luo Xuan didn't plan to deal with him.

Listen to his words, watch his actions, and then let's see how the situation is going to be!

Today, Luo Xuan was sweating profusely after drying the rice all morning.

When it was almost noon, the weather suddenly changed drastically: there were gusts of wind and dark clouds.

A heavy rain came suddenly.

"Grab the east rain!"

"Everyone hurry to the courtyard dam and help harvest the rice quickly, hurry up."

In fact, there is no need for Uncle Ding and Third Sister-in-law to call out, as long as the members of the production team see this situation, they will consciously run into the sun dam.

Because the rice that is half-dried in the sun must not be exposed to rain.

If there is no time to snatch it back and the rice gets wet, then the rice must be dried unless it is within the next two days!

Otherwise, the grains would all germinate.

In this way, the rations of all members of the entire production team for the next year will be worrying.

Fortunately, all the members came in time this time; in addition, everyone basically encounters this sudden change in weather every year.

Therefore, the prepared grain fences and straw mats are relatively sufficient.

With the busyness of more than 200 people, men and women, old and young, all the rice in the drying dam was finally temporarily put into the storage room of the production team.

Since there are too many rice grains, and these rice grains are not yet dry, it is necessary to spread them out as much as possible.

Otherwise, the temperature in the middle of the piled up rice pile will rise.

That is tantamount to promoting seedlings for rice.

For a time,

In the spacious storage room, countless large dustpans, bamboo fences, straw mats, and large woven strips are all piled up with rice.

After all this was done, when the commune members filed out, their trouser legs were all rolled up three times, without exception.

"Boss Zhou, what are you doing with your trouser legs rolled up so high?"

The acting accounting teacher grabbed Boss Zhou by the shoulders, and said in a low voice, "You can almost order it, people usually roll two or three times, and just get 3 or 4 taels of food.

It's good for you, your trouser legs are rolled so high, I'm afraid no one can see it, right? "

Boss Zhou chuckled, "I'm going to do it right away, have the family been separated? There is no food in the house, so we can't just starve to death, right?"

Teacher Dai pushed him, "Get out of here, don't show off here. Damn, look at your second son Zhou, his trouser legs are more swollen than a pregnant sow! Bah! Shun Gong's food, It’s not like this way!”

"Shun" the food in the production team, this is something that almost all members of the commune can do.

What is collective belongs to everyone.

Since everyone has a share, then everyone will take it, and whoever does not take it will suffer
Except for Peng Zhikun, the production team leader, and Luo Xuan, the two losers, there was no fuel-efficient person present.

One by one, they desperately stuffed half-dried rice into their trouser legs.

Don't underestimate the little rice that was rolled up in their trousers. After the commune members took it home to dry it, they took it to the stone mortar and pounded it into rice.

Don't say too much,

It is no problem for the whole family to drink a bowl of rice porridge that can be seen in people's shadows.

The safekeeping room of each production team is the focus of guarding.

Usually, when everyone passes by the door of the storage room, they have to make a detour, for fear of getting a little suspicious.

And this time, because of the eastward rain [thunderstorm], when the rice was put into the storage room, it was a rare opportunity to take some public food, who would let it go?
Unless he's stupid.

"Luo Xuan, are you stupid?"

The third sister-in-law's trouser legs are bulging just like everyone else's.

She saw that Luo Xuan's storage tube was straight and didn't take away a grain of grain from the public, so she couldn't help but feel worthless for Luo Xuan, "Go back quickly, just roll up your trouser legs three times, and you can also wrap up two or three taels." Rice!"

Luo Xuan shook his head: "Forget it! You can't grow meat if you eat more than 2 taels of food. You won't be hungry if you eat less. The township office has sent someone to bring the plaque to me just now.

Now I have to hurry home!

Please tell the scorekeeper and the team leader that I have to record full work in the afternoon. "

Drying rice in the production team does not count as full work points, only 6 work points.

A strong labor force like the third sister-in-law is counted as 8 centimeters.

Even for men like Uncle Ding and Uncle Zhou, they can only be counted as 8 work points.

Because the work points are too few, they will be obsessed with it and clamor to go down to the fields to work.

It's also a day's work, but the work points for threshing millet in the rice fields are simply not too pleasant.

It's a pity that there are more wolves and less meat.

There are only so many mixing barrels, grain racks, and threshing machines produced here, and so many people cannot be settled at one time.

So everyone can only take turns.

And this time,
Before the rainstorm, the township office sent an officer down to deliver the plaque [Zhengxing Brigade Sand Quarry] to Luo Xuan's home.

Sand quarries are also collectively owned.

The nature of working for the sand mining field is the same as that of working in the production team. They are all dedicated to the collective benefit.

Therefore,
Luo Xuan made the excuse that he was going to be busy preparing for the construction of the sand mining site instead of drying the rice.

not only,

Luo Xuan also asked the scorekeeper to record full work points for himself.

There are a lot of things to prepare for the sand mining.

It is not only necessary to formulate the rules and regulations, attendance and assessment standards for the sand mining site, but also to select those who come to apply, their composition, background, as well as their physique, work attitude, etc.

This is mental work, and it's tiring, okay?
To record a full work point, this requirement is really not too much.

It stands to reason that for management, it should be reasonable to record an extra half of the work, just like the production team leader Peng Zhikun.

It's just that Luo Xuan was more sympathetic to the fact that the production team's books were too clean, so he didn't fight or ask for it.

It's okay for individuals to suffer a little for the collective benefit.

I have been working in the rice field for a whole day, and then today I dried the rice all morning.

Luo Xuan was really tired!

And in my own space, the busy farming is about to start, starting to cultivate rice, corn, and sweet potatoes.

Now, I really don't want to continue to do farm work in the production team.

It is said that the members of the production team are very hard.

In fact, Luo Xuan couldn't help but want to complain: With their hard work, how can they work harder than me?
During the day, I have to work in the production team.

I still have to spare time at night to breed in the space and busy feeding pigs and chickens.
Therefore, Luo Xuan really didn't want to expose the millet anymore. What the hell, he only got 6 work points for a day, worth 5 cents in total!

As far as the work points of these three melons and jujubes are concerned, we still have to leave aside all levels of retention, donate money to build roads, hand over education surcharges, and donate money to build water conservancy projects.
I also have to deduct money from these work points for my annual quota of 380 catties of grain.

After excluding these miscellaneous expenses, I have worked hard for a year, and I will not say anything about it.

By the end of the year,

It is very possible that I have to put some money into the account of the production team!
Fuck it! !

Braving the rain, Luo Xuan quickly ran back home.

One still smelled of oil.of taste.The plaque with black characters on a white background is firmly placed on the wall under the eaves of his house.

I saw [Sand mining field of Zhengxing Agricultural Senior Cooperative in Hongxing Township] written in black paint on it.

This plaque was sent by the township office to the county cultural center to find someone to tailor it for the Zhengxing brigade's sand mining site.

If no one from the township office came forward, such a simple plaque would never be recovered by one person.

Luo Xuan found a big horn nail.

On the top of his gate, nails were driven into the wooden posts, and then he picked up the plaque and hung it up.

Suddenly,

An ordinary small farmyard, because of the blessing of this plaque, the force has risen several dimensions at once!
It has a bit of the flavor of the ancient office yamen in it.

With arms folded, he stood in front of the plaque and looked around for a while.

Luo Xuan ran back into the room again, and wrote the words "Preparatory Office" on a piece of white paper with a brush.

Then use the leftover porridge from the morning as a paste, and paste these three characters under "Sand Quarry".

Now this plaque looks like it has been lengthened.

The above also becomes:
[Preparation Office for Sand Quarry of Zhengxing Agricultural Senior Cooperative in Hongxing Township]

Not to mention, people rely on clothes and horses rely on saddles.

No matter how simple the house is, with such an eye-catching plaque hanging on the door, it immediately exudes a sense of righteousness!
The temple is small and the Bodhisattva is big, who dares to disrespect? !
Some people say that the longer the name, the less annoying it sounds.

Now in this small yard of my house, there are 18 large characters on the plaque!
Looks like it's pretty intimidating.
No, two strong men in coir raincoats and bamboo hats, with bare feet on their feet, stood outside the fence, looking at Luo Xuan looking at the plaque and giggling in awe.

The heavy rain was pouring down, and the two of them were drenched to the skin, but they dared not make a sound.

"What are you doing?"

Luo Xuan looked at the plaque carefully for a while, fearing that it might be hung crookedly or nailed at an angle, which would damage the image of the sand mining site.

When he turned around and suddenly saw those two people, Luo Xuan was startled: "What are you doing?! Are you sneaking around, trying to scare people to death?"

One of the men said, "I'm really sorry, little leader, we really didn't mean it, I'm sorry, I'm sorry"

These two men were tall and thick, unexpectedly, when they spoke, their tone was very humble.

And looking at their demeanor and actions, they look like the kind of rabbits who are scared out of their wits!
"Okay, okay, don't bow to me. I'm still young, so I'm not afraid of losing my life?"

Luo Xuan waved his hand, "Are you here to look for me?"

The two men nodded in unison.

Luo Xuan waved, "Come in."

Summer thunderstorms are not cold though.

But if it has been drenched for a long time, and when it rains, there must be gusts of wind.

After staying in the wind and rain for a long time, unless his body is made of iron, no one can hold him back.

The two men timidly and timidly followed behind Luo Xuan.

When approaching the door of the main room, two people stood at the door, just reached out and took off the bamboo hats on their heads.

But he didn't dare to enter the door.

"Come in and talk."

The behavior of the two of them was not as casual or even rude as that of rural men.

This made Luo Xuan feel very strange, "What do you look like standing at the door like this?"

One of the men chuckled, "We have a lot of mud on our bodies and feet, I'm afraid it will dirty your house."

Luo Xuan sighed secretly, "Come in, we are all rural people, how can we be so particular?"

Seeing what Luo Xuan said, the two men dared to take off the coir raincoats on their shoulders, and put them together with the bamboo hats under the eaves to drain water.

The two stretched out their feet and washed their feet with the dripping water from the eaves.

They also shook their feet violently before they dared to step into Luo Xuan's room.

(End of this chapter)