Early in the morning, men and women from various families in Hantun began to gather in the brigade, and the meeting place was in Hepingyuan to see the warehouse room.

"I don't know what happened early this morning."

"Who knows, there's nothing wrong lately, where can I open it?"

The people who arrived first chatted in groups of three or three, either sitting or standing.

He Ping pushed the door and greeted him when he was in good relationships.

"He Ping is here."

"Isn't this a big writer? Come and sit down."

He Ping enthusiastically responded to everyone that since the novel was published, his status in the brigade has soared. Later, he set up a chicken farm, and his status has even increased.

I haven't heard gossip such as "I'm lazy to eat", "I'm not good at it", "I can't do anything, I don't eat enough" and other gossips.

Han Zhaogui sat in the corner and watched He Ping be complimented by everyone, cursing: "What, a speculator, you broke you five years ago."

The old captain entered the house with an enamel cup in his hand, coughing twice, and the chaotic scene became quiet.

"Are all people here? Check it out, are there anyone here?"

Everyone swept around, and someone replied, "It's all here."

"Okay, let's have a meeting when we're here."

Everyone looked at the old captain and was curious about why the meeting was held today.

"Today's meeting, I'll talk about one thing, about our brigade's chicken farm.

The chicken farm has been open for a while, and everyone can see how they do it. Basically, everyone has made a fortune. Whoever does more can do less. If I don’t say it, everyone knows it.

Today I will invite everyone to hold this meeting, with one purpose - setting rules."

The old captain paused when he said this, and a buzzing sounded below. Everyone whispered and guessed what the old captain said about the "setting rules" regulations.

The old captain continued: "A few days ago, five chickens died in the chicken farm. Everyone should know this. It is normal to have a few chickens killed by yellow skin, but who will take the responsibility if the chickens die? Have you ever thought about it?"

Speaking of this, the old captain's tone gradually became stronger.

"Some of us comrades are cheating and taking shortcuts for a long time. I won't name anyone, so I'll give you some face. But if you have this, don't think about getting away with it. This chicken farm is not my own, nor He Ping, but all the members of our Hantun. If the chicken farm dies, it's the loss of everyone."

Han Zhaogui sat down with fearlessness, thinking to see how you can do to me.

When He Ping heard this, he said in his heart that Jiang is still old and made things look bad in a few words - due to personal dereliction of duty, the interests of the group were damaged.

"I will postpone the person who causes the losses and talk about it later. There are two regulations here, one is the daily management method of the chicken farm, and the other is the reward and punishment system for the chicken farm employees. I will give it to everyone, and after reading it, everyone can give it to me if you have any opinions."

The daily management regulations and reward and punishment system of chicken farms compiled by He Ping refer to the information stored in the mobile phone, but a lot of inappropriate content was deleted. After all, it is just a rural chicken farm.

Even so, this information can be considered to be detailed and organized in this era.

The content of the information was not very long. The old captain read it for ten minutes. After reading it, the old captain picked up the enamel cup and drank a sip of hot water to moisten the throat. It was not affected by the voices of the people below, and it seemed calm.

The old captain put down the enamel cup and said, "Okay, who has any opinions? Tell me in front of everyone."

Everyone looked at each other for a long time. When Han Zhaogui saw that no one was talking, he secretly scolded him for being a bunch of cowards and couldn't help but stand up.

"Captain, I just want to ask whether this chicken farm is still a collective enterprise in our Hantun? Why do I listen to you reading these things like we are working for capitalists?"

Seeing someone taking the lead, a group of people who usually work in the team and are cheating, they also started yelling.

"That's right, the old landlords and wealthy families in the old society didn't watch people work like this."

"Who sets the rules? Are we working people? Why are we like prisoners?"

With support, Han Zhaogui felt confident and became more and more arrogant, "Yes, who has given the rules to tell everyone? Anyway, I don't believe that the captain can set such rules for us."

After saying that, he sat down and looked at He Ping with aura.

The old captain looked at the people below with a calm face. As he expected, they were the cheating guys who were cheating on the usual days.

The old captain didn't say anything. He Ping felt that he had the obligation to stand up and share the firepower for the old captain. The information was written by himself. Besides, he really couldn't stand Han Zhaogui's corner of a villain-like and successful mouth.

"Hey, you guys sit down first." He Ping stood up and waved his hand at the provocative people, and then said, "Let me first talk about it. I wrote the daily management regulations and reward and punishment system of this chicken farm. As for why I wrote this thing, I don't say it, I think everyone knows the reason. The old captain just now gave you a face. Since you don't want it yourself, I will tell you for the old captain."

As he spoke, He Ping pointed at him, "Han Zhaogui, you still have the face to quit here."

"Let me ask you, how do you compensate those dead chickens?"

"Why should I compensate?" When Han Zhaogui heard that he would compensate, he immediately got up and jumped up.

"Did the chicken die while you are on duty?"

"Whatever happened to me, it was bitten to death by the yellow skin."

"Did you get the work points on duty given by the team?"

"If you give me two job points, what do you want me to pay you a night? If I don't work, do you calculate the job points for me?"

"Did you slept until noon the next day? Did the team calculate you as a job?"

Although Han Zhaogui tried every possible way to argue, facts were better than words, and the eyes of the masses were sharp. Everyone looked at Han Zhaogui incorrectly. This was a typical case of digging the corners of the production team.

Even the people who sang and talked with Han Zhaogui did not say anything. The leaders were asked, so they should observe them again.

Han Zhaogui was speechless when asked, He Ping ignored him and continued, "I wrote this document not for someone here, but to protect the common interests of all our Hantun members. Think about it, how many chickens died today, and what if hundreds or thousands of chickens died tomorrow? Will we still be so insolvent?

There are not only the money I invested in this chicken farm, but also one of them. Today he made some mistakes and pay some money. Tomorrow he made some mistakes, and in the end, there is no dime left in the chicken farm. Everyone’s money is wasted. Who is the benefit?

I wrote this document not to punish anyone or watch everyone work, but to prevent such a thing from happening again. Our chicken farm is to make money, not to lose money. That’s all I said, everyone thinks about it carefully if it’s so reasonable.”

After He Ping said that, he didn't care about everyone's reaction and sat down directly.

The room fell into silence for a moment.

At this moment, BGM sounded in his mind, all of which were Tony Leung. After I said that, whoever agrees and who opposes it.

Seeing this, the old captain showed a smile of winning, "Okay, I'm almost done. Raise my hands to vote, and raise my hands to agree with this document."

The old captain's arm was like a flag, and everyone raised their arms one after another.

The same goes, the eyes of the masses are sharp.
Chapter completed!