Reborn in the red years, I am farming in space

Chapter 9
After selling the rice field eel on hand, Luo Xuan packed the money and sugar tickets carefully, turned around and left the woods.

He has been going to school in Hongxing Township. According to the memory of the original owner, Luo Xuan is very familiar with the layout of the village.

Turn around the long stone wall of the grain station.

Luo Xuan passed by the gate of the slaughterhouse of the food station. Amidst the screams of the fat pigs, Luo Xuan clearly saw a figure, crouched, squatting beside the gutter of the food station, silently walking from the ditch. Get things out.

When pigs are slaughtered at the food station, when the butcher splits the backbone of the fat pig with a machete, some bone dregs and meat will fall.

Larger residues will be collected by assistants.

But there will always be some small crumbs that will eventually wash down the drain.

This person obviously collected the little residue in the ditch.

Seeing someone approaching, that person lowered his head even more, almost buried in the gutter!

Luo Xuan pretended to turn a blind eye, passed the man directly, and turned into a small alley.

At this time, others don't need anyone's false pity, and you don't run over to ask him, that is the greatest respect for him.

After leaving the alley, Luo Xuan entered the only main street in Hongxing Township.

It was twilight at this time.

The rising sun has not yet had the strength to break through the fetters of the layers of black clouds, so it can only weakly reveal a little bit of dark red glow from the gaps between the clouds, bit by bit here and there.

Just like Luo Xuan's trousers, the shredded ones make people feel irritable.

too early!
On the empty street, apart from the vegetable farmers of the "Vegetable Production Team", who were eager to deliver vegetables to the food groups of various agencies, there were no pedestrians on the street.

These vegetable farmers carried their loads of vegetables and walked on the street wet with morning dew, all of them were very careful.

This kind of cobblestone street has become extremely smooth after being stepped on by countless bare feet, straw sandals, rotten cloth shoes, and expensive and rare leather shoes for many years.

A little carelessness, once wrestling, the consequences are often very serious.

Swollen nose and face are the lightest, and broken bones are also common.It's not that the incident of falling to death has never happened.

I heard that the township office is preparing to organize manpower and material resources to replace all the cobblestones on this street with bluestone slabs.

It's just that it has to wait until winter, when rural people enter the slack season, to recruit enough "volunteer workers" to carry out this project.

Volunteer workers, as the name suggests, do not get paid for their work, and they have to bring their own meals from home.

This kind of labor is a mandatory apportionment, and there is no room for negotiation.

Luo Xuan's father, Luo Tie Zhu, is also said to be recruited.

When he was about to reach the non-staple food store of the supply and marketing cooperative, Luo Xuan smelled the tempting aroma of food.

After working all night, Luo Xuan was already hungry, and when he was hooked by the smell of food, Luo Xuan couldn't help but growl in his stomach!
Big white steamed buns!

What a glutton!
One or two steamed buns are added with saccharine, which tastes a little sweet and is the most attractive.

Steamed buns belong to "fine grains", and you need 1 tael of food stamps plus 3 cents to buy them. Luo Xuan is not qualified to buy them to satisfy his hunger.

At this time, the store of the "catering service agency" has begun to get busy, half of the wooden door panels have been removed, and the business can start only after the first drawer of steamed buns is steamed.

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Luo Xuan obediently bypassed the entrance of the fragrant catering service agency, and went straight to line up in front of the non-staple food store of the supply and marketing agency, waiting for the door to be opened.

Luo Xuan thought that he came early enough, but unexpectedly, there are many people who came earlier than him.

In front of the non-staple food store, there were already a dozen or so people wearing cloaks and coir raincoats standing there, chatting and waiting for the door to open.

Basin is cold and damp in the morning, and the coir raincoat and bamboo hat can block some moisture.

Luo Xuan listened carefully to their chat, and realized that these people were farmers who came out of the mountains to go to market.

They live far away from Hongxing Township, the farthest is more than 40 miles away.

It's not easy for them to come out. They need to go out of the mountain with a torch the night before.

When they approached the countryside, they would put down their baskets, burdens, and torches in a family's house.

(In fact, the mountain people came out with a lot of food, pheasants and rabbits, and the family secretly resold these things to make a little profit.)
Then these mountain people, with money, food stamps, and cloth stamps in their pockets, continued on their way to the countryside.

Compared with the rural people outside, these mountain people are relatively well-off.

There is no other reason, just because they have a lot of land, mountains and forests, so they have more food on hand.

Their land and houses are all built along the mountain. There are 3.5 households here and 2.3 households there, all far apart from each other.

Although it is already the stage of "advanced cooperatives" at this time, in fact, the rural areas in the mountainous areas cannot "cooperate" at all!
If everyone's farm cattle are raised and used together.

In the morning, the captain of the production team took the cows to work in the fields, and when they reached the ground, it might be time for lunch.
Therefore, those production teams in the mountains are still in the form of cooperatives on the surface, but in fact they are farming independently secretly.

As long as the various tasks of keeping, dispatching, and purchasing in the county, township, brigade, and production team are completed, the rest of the food will be at their own disposal.

If there are too many reservations at all levels, the mountain people will go to the deep forest and secretly open up a little wasteland to cultivate.

In short.

A farmer in the mountains, as long as he is hardworking enough, will not worry about not being able to eat enough.

"Little brother, where is your adult?"

Among the mountain people, a short, but unusually burly and strong man saw Luo Xuan queuing alone, bored, he casually asked Luo Xuan such a question.

"The adults in the family have to go to work, and they don't have time to rush to the market."

Luo Xuan asked the man casually: "Uncle, if I want to transfer my household registration to your production team, is it easy to handle?"

The man obviously didn't expect Luo Xuan to ask such a question, he was taken aback when he heard this!
"Will your adults be willing?"

A thinner man next to him said, "It's not easy for a family to change their household registration."

"What if it's just me?"

It is still early for the supply and marketing cooperatives to open for business.

Luo Xuan was fine anyway, so he asked the thinner man half-truthfully, "Is it easy for me to change my household registration by myself?"

"Not easy."

The man shook his head: "If you want to move into our production team, you need the consent of the joint insurance of 8 households. This is easy to handle, as long as you don't occupy the cultivated land, open up wasteland and plant a few acres of raw land in the mountains and forests of the production team, and pay at the end of the year. It is enough to carry out all kinds of withdrawal, dispatch and purchase tasks.”

"But the problem is that now the township is strict with the household registration card, it is very difficult to relocate."

The man smiled immediately: "However, there is a very simple solution, just in case you don't want it, little brother."

Luo Xuan hurriedly asked, "What method?"

"Become the door-to-door son-in-law!"

The man laughed loudly: "First discuss it with your mother-in-law's family. After a few years when you grow up, you can get married and move your household registration."

After hearing this, Luo Xuan's face was filled with black lines!
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