Rebirth of a Little Cannon Fodder in the ’70s

“Hiss…”

Unprepared for the pain, Ye Mi gasped for air. Ye Mi came back to her senses, put down her clothes and needles, and checked her finger that was accidentally pricked.

This blow was quite ruthless, and blood beads shot out.

She wrinkled her little face, looked around, left to right subconsciously search for someone, and then remembered that Jing Ziheng was still teaching the students and hadn’t come back, she was the only one at home. There was no place to unload her resentment. She had no choice but to suck her finger into her mouth and allow the blood flow to tappered down.

People in the village use plant ash to deal with injuries, but anyone with a little knowledge knows that it is very unreliable. I don’t know how much bacteria it contains, and it costs money to go to the health center to treat it. Yemi was reluctant.

It’s just a small needle prick, just solve it with some saliva.

“Bang bang bang…”

The courtyard door was knocked loudly.

“Is Ye Mi at home? Ye Mi, your needed for something in the village.”

“Coming.”

Ye Mi ran to open the door, and the person who came was Shen Dahu, the eldest son of Shen Chunshui’s family that lives next door.

“What’s the matter?”

“The captain said that the rations are going to be distributed, and my father asked me to stop by and tell you.” Shen Dahu said with a simple and honest smile.

“The rations are going to be distributed, so I have to go back and get a basket, thank you, Brother Dahu.”

Ye Mi’s eyes lit up when she heard the news, obviously very happy. Basically, today is the happiest day of the year for the whole village.

“You’re welcome, it’s on the way.” Shen Dahu waved his hand, turned around and left: “I still have to help my father carry food, so I’ll go first.”

There are many brothers in the Shen family, and all of them are good workers, and earn a lot of work points. Their share of distributed grain at the end of the year was also a lot of food. If Shen Dahu didn’t go to help, the family really couldn’t carry back so much food. “Okay, then I won’t send you off either, you go slowly.”

Ye Mi sent Shen Dahu away, and then hurried home and took a backpack to chase after him.

Although she knew that whether she went late or early, she would still get her share of the food, but she still couldn’t control her impatient feet at all. The place where the grain was distributed was in the open space in front of the office of the village committee. This is a grain drying field specially used for drying millet.

At this time, bags of grain that had already been packed were neatly piled up into a small mountain, like a big beautiful girl, seductively attracting everyone’s attention.

There were too many people, and it was inevitable that some people would start whispering, and the noise in the grain drying field suddenly became louder, and no one even heard the village secretary come out to speak.

Unable to bear it any longer, the captain yelled angrily with a loudspeaker, “Stop staring at it, settle down and be quiet!” “You know in your hearts how much work you’ve put out and how much grain you can get.” The chattering and noisy voices in the audience suddenly fell silent.

“Let’s not talk nonsense. Those whose names are read come up to collect the food and money. Pay attention to maintaining order. If you make a lot of noise, the food will be distributed tomorrow.”

He glared at a group of people with their necks hunched in fear while pretending to be quails.

The Captain saw that the scene was under control, so he handed over the loudspeaker to the village secretary.

“Let’s start distributing the food.”

Secretary Chen took over the loudspeaker, and held the book with the calculated accounts in his hand, and read clearly word by word: “Shen Chunshui, there are six members of the family, and the total work points are 20,000.”

“Which when converted into grain is two thousand catties, and two hundred dollars.”

The food distributed in the village is what is left over from the annual output of the field after deducting taxes. The ratio of work points is ten to one, and the money is the income from selling sugar beets to the sugar factory.

It belonged to everyone’s collective property, and was also distributed to everyone according to their work points. The exchange ratio being about one hundred to one.

The exchange ratio was not static, and was determined according to the annual harvest.

This year is obviously a bumper harvest year, and every household can get a lot of food.

Except Yemi. Enviously watching Shen Chunshui’s family cheering around a pile of food and money, Ye Mi heard the village secretary read her name after a short wait.

“Yemi, the total work points are 1,500, which is converted into 150 catties of grain.”

As said before, the beet income is collective, but it is the village collective, and has nothing to do with the educated youths. They help harvest beets, but only end up getting work points, and no money points.

In fact, Ye Mi had heard that the educated youths in the first year had been given a share of the money, but they did not expect it to provoke the anger of the whole village. A fight broke out among the members of the village committee, even the commune above was alerted.

In the end, it was the commune secretary who said that it was the village land that was used to plant the sugar beets, and it was planted by the villagers with hard work. It was the collective property of the villagers, and only the villagers of Xiaotian Village could share the profits.

Later educated youths heard about this incident from their seniors, but they were few and weak, and they didn’t dare to make trouble.

One hundred and fifty catties of grain were piled up at Yemi’s feet, in two sacks, one big and one small.

She… couldn’t lift a single one.

In the past, the male educated youths would drop by to help her pick it up, but now that she lived in the opposite direction from them, she felt too embarrassed to trouble others, what should she do now?

While meditating, a pair of slender long hands reached out, took the basket on Yemi’s back, piled all the two bags of grain into it, and easily lifted it up with one hand.

“What? Are you dumbfounded?”

Seeing his little girl looking up at him stupidly, Jing Ziheng pushed up his glasses with one hand, curled up his thin lips, and showed a dazzling and elegant smile.

“It’s really powerful.” Ye Mi exclaimed unconsciously, “You are so strong.”

I didn’t expect my man to look thin, yet be was so powerful.

“Let’s go, let’s go home.” Jing Ziheng took Ye Mi’s little hand and led her all the way home.

As he walked, he still took the opportunity to count the fallen leaves: “You don’t listen to me when I tell you to read more, you are so stupid, why did you come here to get food and bring a basket, you should have pushed the bicycle at home, it would have saved you a lot of worry and effort? Today If I didn’t come, let’s see how your little arms and legs will struggle to carry the food home.”

“Don’t talk about it, we’re outside, save me some face.”