Faced with the village chief's repeated questions, everyone remained silent, and the people in their village could still live; but the Qu family was really difficult. The two old men above could not do heavy work, and they were suffering from illness all year round, and there were four children under them.

These four children are not from the Qu family's eldest son. The Qu family's eldest son is a little stupid. He has not yet mentioned his partner when he is old. However, his younger brother got married early and gave birth to four. Later, he died, and his wife ran away, leaving behind a mess.

Fortunately, the villagers were kind-hearted and never bullied them; with the help of village cadres, they at least remained in a state of barely enough to eat.

Even so, it will only be achieved after the land is divided into households.

In the past, there was a production team system, and people were lazy. Since they had to eat more and more, they could eat more and more. Why do they work hard? Isn’t it delicious if they were lazy? There are many people with this idea, and there are also a whole large production team who worked together every day and grind the milling process. After the fields were divided into households, each family planted the fields themselves and had to serve them carefully; if the more or less, it depends on whether the crops in the fields were served well.

If you serve well, the whole family will live a better life; if you serve well, the whole family will suffer.

The eldest son of the Qu family is capable, and can take care of all the land in the family alone; in addition, the eldest son of the four youngest sons are eight and a half years old, the second son is seven, the third and five years old, and the youngest son is three and three years old. Both of them are girls, and they are at the age of working. In this way, the eldest son of the Qu family can be more relaxed.

"Village Chief, stop talking, we listened to shame. Your assignment is reasonable, we have no objection, we all know how much we do." A middle-aged man scratched his head and was ashamed. He didn't feel it when no one pointed it out. After being scolded by Village Chief Wang, he couldn't have the heart to fight any more.

"Yes, Uncle Cheng San is right, we have no objection."

"No objection, no objection."

A group of people shook their heads repeatedly, like fence-bearing grass, which made Village Chief Wang smiled angrily and said with a slight finger: "Look at your promising prospects, you have shallow eyes, just staring at the one-acre three-point land in front of you."

"Yes, yes, we have shallow eyes and we don't have the village chief's uncle. We don't know what life is like. So, village chief, you can arrange whatever you say."

"We can't tell the truth, the eldest son of the Qu family, don't bother with uncle! We're just thinking about it."

The eldest son of the Qu family smiled and shook his head, with a simple and honest look on his face, but he didn't say anything.

Village Chief Wang glared at them, "Okay, there's no way to go; just arrange this, you go back and discuss with your family, and you will start to open up the land tomorrow."

"It's okay to start today." Someone spoke, who can make money, who doesn't want to move?

"Yes, village chief, let's start today."

"We can also breathe a sigh of relief when we get the wasteland out sooner, village chief, what do you think?"

"No, my land still requires me to work on it." The land was opened for at most two days. After finishing it early, I got the money and went home to farm peacefully.

They were very active one by one. Village Chief Wang and the village cadres looked at each other, nodded and responded.

"Since you want to do it, then do it; first talk, the wasteland area is allocated by the accountant, and you will do whatever you want, don't think about finding good land, there is no good thing."

"It must be certain."

"Listen to the accountant."

"Don't worry, we will be obedient."

Village Chief Wang nodded with satisfaction and said to the village accountant: "Take them over, they are right; hurry up and finish the work in the fields." He was delayed for two days, and he felt panicked when he had too many days.

From ancient times to the present, the hearts of farmers have been in the fields.

It is a good thing to be able to make money, but the work in the field is about food, which is what they value the most.

The village accountant nodded, held the account book and led a group of people to the wasteland bought by Cao Zheng; it was not too detailed, and it was about acre of land divided into one piece, and then left after the division.

As soon as the accountant left, the people who came to clean up the wasteland went home to work with guys.

Hongxing Village is busy, and Cao Zheng is having a headache when he is sitting in the car. Forget it, he smells alcohol when he wakes up; especially in the small sealed space on the car, the air smells even worse.

"Mr. Cao, why don't you sleep for a while and call you again?" the assistant asked tentatively.

"Okay, I'll take a moment. His wine is delicious, and the momentum is too great." Cao Zheng complained, and fell asleep on the car chair.

The assistant's mouth twitched, wasn't it because you couldn't drink well? You were the worst when you drank a few people together; the village chief Wang was fine when he got up, and the other few didn't see him. I think it was not as serious as Mr. Cao. After all, he was a person who could benefit from it. Compared with Mr. Cao, who could drink alcohol, but who was more enthusiastic about drinking, he was drunk. That was not comparable to those who could often drink a sip.

The driver who was driving in front turned his head and looked at it, and asked softly: "Mr. Cao is asleep?"

"Well, drive slowly and smoother." The assistant said.

"Try to do it, the truck is like this, and the stable road is shaking." Walking on the flat road, it is no longer a little better than walking on the bumpy road.

Trucks have high compartments, which are not that shaky; if they are not satisfied, they are not satisfied. In China, trucks have not yet developed into trucks in later generations.

In this era, driving a truck is a test of people.

Along the way, no one spoke again and entered the city; the assistant asked the driver to drive the car outside the compound, and then went to call Cao Zheng.

"Mr. Cao, Mr. Cao...... Mr. Cao, you wake up and arrive at the courtyard."

"Mr. Cao?"

"I'm here to the compound, you go home and have a good sleep."

Cao Zheng moved his neck and stretched his waist with sleepy eyes. His clothes were wrinkled from yesterday to today. He didn't care about it now, and he was sleepy and just wanted to sleep.

"Mr. Cao, you are awake and you are in the compound."

Cao Zheng pursed his eyes tightly, then opened his eyes and looked out. It was indeed outside the courtyard.

“It’ll be here so soon.”

"The car has been on the road for more than an hour." It's not fast, it's very slow.

The temple was so uncomfortable that Cao Zheng raised his hand and rubbed it. After feeling a little more comfortable, he pushed open the door and jumped down. The truck was high and he was in a hurry when he went down, and almost fell, which scared his assistant.

The assistant quickly opened the other car door and jumped down, trotted to Cao Zheng and helped him walk, "Mr. Cao, be careful."

"No need to help me. I just didn't wake up, but now I'm fine." I pushed the person away and said firmly.

The assistant stretched out his hand, nor did he take it back; seeing that Cao Zheng was walking a little bit off, he didn't know whether he should follow him. When he made up his mind to follow him, Cao Zheng had already walked into the courtyard.

Not everyone can enter the gate of the courtyard, and it will be very troublesome if no one takes it in.
Chapter completed!