Li Donglai has been a member of Qinjiagou for nearly seven or eight years. Because of his education, he once served as a scorekeeper.
Keeping scores is a very serious and fair matter.
When the scores were being tallied, the members sat and watched, and if they were dissatisfied, they raised it on the spot.
For example, I spent a day digging ditches and was almost exhausted.
He lazily hid in the shade of a tree and smoked a pipe.
Then he shouldn't score 10 points like me.
The village chief and squad leaders will discuss this and finally make a decision to give him a few less points.
The village chief and squad leaders are prestigious people, and they can be elected by the members at any time if things are unfair.
The income of the commune is divided into two aspects, one is grain, and the other is livestock such as pigs, cattle, and sheep.
After the food is handed over to the public ration, it is basically just enough to eat.
The money from selling livestock must be redistributed according to the number of work points.
The more work points you get, the more points you get.
Generally, an adult who works hard will be awarded ten points, while a semi-adult young man like Qin Dabaowa and an elderly person over sixty years old will be awarded eight points.
The average score for women in their prime is only 8, and even less for girls in their mid-teens.
However, there is an exception for women, and that is the "front row".
The "front row" refers to women comrades who work quickly, spare no effort, and are perennial pioneers in villages and communes. They sit in the front row at meetings and receive commendations.
Qin Fen's daughter-in-law is in the front row. She is tall and round-waisted. She can carry a two hundred kilograms of linen bag by herself.
As the team leader, Qin Fen is also very brave in his work. He is rarely absent from work and earns 10 points every day.
Plus her wife’s 10 points.
At the end of the year, we can only get a dozen yuan.
Uncle Qin goes to raise pigs and gets twenty yuan every month. No wonder he is jealous.
...
Before Li Donglai could answer, Qin Fen was scolded by Qin Sanmin.
"Is this something your brother Dong Lai can decide? You don't know how difficult it is for us to enter the city? Do you want your brother Dong Lai to make mistakes?"
"I'm just asking..." Qin Fen scratched his shaggy head, lowered his head and looked at his toes.
Li Donglai put down the teapot and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I will pay attention."
Li Donglai was not lying.
With his eyes opened, he knows how the future will develop. When the strong wind blows, he will naturally show off his talents.
By then, a large number of talents will inevitably be needed.
And these young guys who grew up together in Qinjiagou are the best talents.
"Don't listen to him." Qin Sanmin was afraid that Li Donglai would go astray.
He solemnly warned: "You can go out. I am happy for you, but if you dare to learn those bad things outside and engage in power trading, I will not be the first to spare you."
Qin Sanmin is a stubborn and cunning person.
He could ask Uncle Qin to secretly go to the pigeon market to sell pigs for the sake of the members' livelihood.
But we cannot tolerate anyone taking advantage of the country for personal gain.
Li Donglai nodded heavily: "Don't worry, uncle. I won't embarrass our Qinjiagou. This pig raising matter was personally arranged by Director Gu of the food station. There is also policy support from above, so he will not make mistakes.
"
Qin Sanmin believed Li Donglai's words.
Although this guy is smooth-tongued and smart, he won't lie about such a big matter.
He stood up and looked into the grinding yard. The big ox had been busy all afternoon and his tongue was sticking out from the heat.
"Sambo, let the big ox rest for a while. You go to the pig pen and call your father over."
He turned his head and called to the young man next to him: "Take the cow to drink water in the ditch."
The big ox rested, but the stone grinder could not stop.
It's getting dark soon. If the wheat is not crushed, no one will be able to sleep well.
Qin Fen found a few strong young men, raised their buttocks, pulled the reins, and slowly turned around in circles.
In the past, this was also Li Donglai's job.
He also wanted to go up and help, but was stopped by Qin Sanmin.
"You are now the leader of the city, so you should pay attention to your status."
"What is my identity? I will always be Li Donglai from Qinjiagou."
"You kid, you are such a mouthful, it would be a shame not to be a leader." Qin Sanmin was stunned for a moment, then smiled and shook his head, "I don't know how the Qin family could be so obsessed with marrying their daughter to that...that guy in the city.
..."
"Jia family, that family's surname is Jia." Li Donglai added.
"Yes, my surname is Jia. Two days ago, I heard the fat man's second aunt say that the men in the Jia family are disabled?" Qin Sanmin picked up the pipe pot, lit it with a flint, and blew out the smoke.
Li Donglai didn't know Qin Sanmin's intention and remained silent.
The white smoke obscured Qin Sanmin's face, making it unclear what his expression was. You could vaguely see his mouth moving, but in the end he didn't make a sound.
"Village chief, you are looking for me."
At this time, Uncle Qin, who had received the letter, also rushed over.
There was grass hanging on his pants and wheat bran on his hands. It looked like he was feeding pigs just now.
"Donglai, you are back too, where is your wife?" Uncle Qin also saw Li Donglai at this time, turned around and looked around, but saw no sign of Ding Qiunan.
He had a good impression of Li Donglai's city wife.
People didn't mind that he was from the countryside at all. They bought him fried dough sticks and called him uncle.
Much better than the city daughter-in-law of Fatty, the king of the village next door.
"Qiu Nan still has to go to work." Li Donglai knitted a basket without changing his expression.
After all, she couldn't tell everyone that she could barely walk and was resting at home.
How embarrassing.
Qin Sanmin stood up and looked at Uncle Qin solemnly: "Donglai has found a job for you to raise pigs in the city, will you do it?"
"Going to the city to raise pigs?" Uncle Qin looked in disbelief. He couldn't help but look at Li Donglai.
Li Donglai nodded and told him about the food station.
"My dear, I'll give you twenty yuan a month. Why don't I do it?" Uncle Qin was so happy that he pointed at Qin Sanbao behind him, "Sanbao has already learned my skills in raising livestock.
I'm done, I won't delay things in the commune."
When Qin Dabao heard that his father was going to the city to raise pigs, he was so happy that he shouted loudly: "My father is going to the city, my father is going to the city."
For a moment, all the members working in the mill were alerted and gathered around.
When they saw Li Donglai standing next to Qin Sanmin, they understood immediately.
Uncle Qin's job must have been found by Li Donglai.
This Li Donglai is really good, unlike some people who get cocky when they enter the city and forget about the villagers.
After finalizing Uncle Qin's pig raising matter, Li Donglai helped Qin Sanmin see a doctor. It wasn't anything serious, but he was old and tired.
After making a one-way deal, Li Donglai stopped staying.
While it was still dark, I got on my bicycle and returned to the capital.
He did not go back directly to the courtyard, but went to Ding's house first.
Ding Qiunan was called home by Ding's mother today.
Not seeing each other for one day was like three autumns. The two of them were tired of each other for a long time, and then they left Ding's house under the urging eyes of Father Ding, Mother Ding and Li Xiaomei.
Return to the courtyard.
"Brother Donglai, if you want something light tonight, can I make pimple soup for you?" Ding Qiunan said, opened the door, and was about to walk in.
