A happy wife and a bun

Chapter 136 136. Lurking, Dangerous

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I knew it was a ghost that the boss suddenly chatted with me in such a mood.

Look!

I begged her.

Sure enough, I am not suitable for negotiation.

Rong Qiqi stopped talking, since he couldn't move anyway, so he had to play with Dabao, and at noon, let Xiaomi bring Xiaoxiao over.

Let Liu take a breather, or she can be driven crazy by Xiao Xiao.

Seeing Dabao nibbling on his tiny feet, Rong Qiqi laughed.

These are really brothers and sisters, and the feet don't dislike them.

It's a joy to be a mother watching this scene!
Li Zhanting and Xiao Shan came back after five o'clock in the afternoon. This time they hunted less prey, mainly picking various fungi and fruits.

In the mountains in May, there are some green fruits, which are not delicious to eat, but they are suitable for wine making.

Li Zhanting doesn't know how to do it, but the boss has a recipe.

After dinner, Li Zhanting hugged a baby in one hand and listened to Rong Qiqi repeat what the boss said.

"Don't worry, just take a good rest, and I'll talk to him!"

See, any escape is useless, and in the end we still have to face each other head-on.

Sympathizing with Lingsi for a while, Rong Qiqi changed the topic to an incident that happened in the village today.

"The old branch secretary asked if it should be carried out on the responsibility field. Each household should divide the land according to the head. I think it's up to you to make up your mind on this matter!"

Rong Qiqi didn't remember the impact of this incident, but remembered the saying that there was no responsibility for a long time.

But today the old party secretary said that he was responsible for the matter. It was a meeting that Erya was allowed to listen to, and what he reported back was not very clear.

Li Zhanting frowned:

"Well, I know, don't worry, I'll talk to my uncle later, there's no need to show off."

Shan'ao Village is his home and the place where he will live for many years to come, and he will not let it become a place to be watched.

Rong Qiqi hummed, and took out the cigarette that Li Zhanting kept in the thatched hut before, and gave it to him.

When going out, the man has a cigarette in his hand so he can talk.

Li Zhanting took it, kicked it into his pocket, and then put the two children on the kang.

After explaining to Xiaomi Xiaoshan, he went out.

Seeing Li Zhanting coming, the old branch secretary hurriedly called him to the kang to talk.

Li Zhanting heard more details from the old party secretary. It turned out that there was a place to implement the responsibility field. After the old party secretary went to the commune meeting yesterday, he hesitated whether to do it.

Responsibility fields are a good thing, so the big guys are motivated to work, and the common people just want to get more food from the land.

But at the meeting yesterday, there was more than one voice.

He is old and cautious, so he held a meeting to ask everyone's opinions.

"Uncle, if you believe me, just wait. You just got the production team, and you agree to the responsibility field. Is it based on the individual or the production team? It's hard to argue, there must be documents on it. Let me know, it’s going to be summer harvest anyway, so we’ll collect this season first, and we’ll talk about it next year!”

The old branch secretary was reluctant to smoke the cigarette that Li Zhanting gave him, but took out a bag of shredded tobacco from his own cigarette pouch, and pressed it into the cigarette pouch little by little.

Only then did he strike a match, clutch the pot of the pipe, lit it, and kept smoking vigorously with his mouth, until the shreds of tobacco were lit before shaking the matchstick to extinguish the flame, and then throwing it on the ground.

"Dashan, what do you think is the matter? During the commune meeting yesterday, they also said that there are still people who want to come to our village to experience life. If you don't stay in the city, what are you doing here?"

The old party secretary lived his whole life and couldn't figure it out.

"Uncle, don't care what you want to do, we just do our own thing, don't worry, the sky won't fall!"

Li Zhanting can also speak.

The old branch secretary also sighed, he is an old farmer, he doesn't understand any major principles, he just knows that he can live without being hungry.

The father and father chatted for a while before Li Zhanting got up and left.

"Father, what does Dashan want to do?"

The old branch secretary's son looked at his father puzzled, why did Li Zhanting come here and say something he couldn't understand.

The old party secretary smoked a cigarette bag on his son's forehead:
"Go away, what do you understand with your brain, don't run to the next town all day, be careful that I will break your leg, and honestly work for me at home."

The son of the old branch secretary will not listen.

Dad is confused, he can't be confused.

There's something good in the next town.

When Li Zhanting came out of the yard, he ran into a dog on patrol.

"Brother Dashan!"

Gou Sheng ran over when he saw Li Zhanting.

"You guys have to pay more attention recently, it's time to collect summer grain, don't be watched by others!"

Every year when it is time to collect grain, there are always some refugees or robbers who come to grab the grain.

Gousheng patted his chest:

"Brother Dashan, don't worry, we take turns to patrol, and we will never let the bad guys take advantage of it, but the son of the old branch secretary has been running to the next town every day recently, and I even saw contact with your uncle once!"

Gou Sheng couldn't understand what was going on, but it didn't prevent him from telling Li Zhanting.

"Success, I get it, you're just messing around because you're young, go back and put on your coat before patrolling!"

The mountain village at night is still a bit cold.

When Li Zhanting walked to the door of the house, he didn't go in directly, but walked around the yard.

Sure enough, something was wrong behind the yard.

There are still many footprints here.

Li Zhanting's eyes are full of storms, and someone actually has ideas on him?
Thinking of not being able to take advantage of those secretive people, they began to set traps.

After he finished it, the night was already very dark, and even the sound of insects disappeared.

Went home in night dew.

Rong Qiqi was sleepy and drowsy, when she saw Li Zhanting coming back, she sat up and asked how it was.

"Don't worry, go to bed early."

Those bad things will never be told to Rong Qiqi.

This period of time is when the wheat is starched, and it is the most critical time. There is no shortage of people in the field, and the village is very busy.

Rong Qiqi stays at home with her child for confinement every day, so naturally she doesn't know what's going on outside. When she finally confines, it's almost time for the harvest.

"His sister-in-law, he wants to fight. Where is your Luke?"

Aunt Wang held the dustpan and shouted at the little Rong Qiqi who was holding her.

Rong Qiqi grabbed Xiaoxiao's little hand that was scratching everywhere and then pointed to the Lujiao at the base of the courtyard wall for someone to pull over.

"Auntie, isn't there a Luke in the village? Why do you use my small one?"

Aunt Wang poured the beans from the dustpan into the bamboo basket that Rong Qiqi found out:

"It's not that there are too many people, so I think of your family's. It happens that the mountain is there, so let Gousheng and the others come and pull it over for use."

Rong Qiqi put Xiaoxiao in the crib, tied the rope to his wrist, rocked the crib, and pinched the pods with Aunt Wang.

"How is this year? Will the wheat harvest be good?"

This is related to the rations of a village.

"Yes, why not? This year, the yield per mu is more than 120 catties. After harvesting the wheat, we will plow the land to plant rice. This year, I will definitely not be hungry! But how will the estimator estimate this year?"

　In the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China, it was normal to have a yield of more than 100 catties per mu. I asked the elderly, and there were often seventy or eighty catties.

　　Moreover, the payment of public grain is not a fixed number, but a percentage of the payment is determined based on the estimated yield per mu. This small official was able to hold the lifeline of the people at that time.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)