There is a piece of idle wasteland to the south of the factory dormitory building, and no one has cultivated it.
This wasteland belongs to a heavy machinery factory. It was originally planned to expand the factory area, but it was delayed and has been left abandoned.
Zhang Guangmao, director of the workshop, shouted with a loudspeaker: "The country calls on the masses to carry out production to help themselves. On the one hand, industrial production cannot be delayed, on the other hand, we must find ways to solve the problem of food on our own..."
Lin Yulan hugged Jinbao and squeezed into the crowd.
Just listen to Director Zhang say loudly: "Other factories responded to the country's call and allowed workers' families to farm their own land. Our factory cannot fall behind. Not only must we take the lead in production, but we must not lose to others in this kind of land."
"Director Zhang, your land is divided into different sizes. How should we all divide it?" someone asked.
"Based on family size, the more people there are, the bigger the land will be allocated!" Zhang Guangmao glanced at Xiao Jinbao in the crowd while speaking, and gave an example, "For example, Master Su's family has seven people living in it, which is the largest number in our building.
If so, the land allocated will be the largest.”
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone started questioning him.
"Why?"
"Director Zhang, isn't this unfair?"
Zhao Hongxia only has one son. When she thought about the smallest land allocated to her, she said angrily: "Master Su's wife is a descendant of the bourgeoisie. She probably has never even seen a hoe. Will she know how to farm? The biggest land will be given to her."
waste!"
Li Qinghua, who is also a family of three, immediately echoed: "That's right! Our family members who are from farmers should be allocated more land!"
"Director Zhang, you just said that our factory should set an example and take the lead, right?"
Zhang Guangmao was stunned, "Yes..."
"In this case, this land should be distributed to farmers! Only farmers can farm. Why don't we all do statistics to see who comes from the countryside?"
After Zhao Hongxia made the suggestion, she raised her hand and said: "My family has three generations of poor farmers. Even on barren land like the Great Northern Wilderness that lacks water, my family can grow food, let alone here!"
"I, I..." Li Qinghua also raised her hand eagerly, "I have been farming since I was a child. I learned to plow the fields before I could speak clearly. I drove the old oxen to walk in the fields with the rake. I planted rice with bare feet every day.
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Before she could finish her words, many women from the countryside began to show off, saying how good they were at farming and how good their hometown's harvest was, and that they should be allowed to farm this land.
Lin Yulan turned around and saw Sister-in-law Su clenching her fists tightly and gritting her teeth, looking aggrieved and angry. She felt particularly sorry for her, and suddenly shouted at everyone: "Have you said enough?"
When the surroundings became quieter, she continued: "The division of this wasteland is decided by the leaders of the factory. What's the use of all this nonsense? No matter how much you plant, it's not your own family to eat. Is it possible that you can't distinguish between people?"
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"Lin Yulan, I remember that you are also from the countryside, right? I'll give you more land, aren't you happy?"
"I just can't stand your attitude. What do you mean? Director Zhang made it very clear. Whoever has a larger family will get the largest land. It doesn't matter whether you are farmers or workers. It's not you, Zhao Hongxia, who makes the rules.
Yeah, keep talking nonsense..."
Lin Yulan had a loud voice, and Zhang Guangmao regained his momentum after hearing her roar.
"Comrade Xiaolin is right. The rules for dividing this wasteland have been decided by the factory leaders. You don't need to say any more. You are all family members of the factory workers. Don't casually establish class antagonisms."
Zhao Hongxia was so angry that she itched her teeth and said angrily: "Director Zhang, now is the era when the people are the masters of the country. Can't we the people even raise their opinions?"
"No matter what, the factory leaders cannot be hegemonic!"
"We should have the final say on how to divide the wasteland. Is that right?"
Hearing many people shouting together, Xiao Jinbao puffed up his cheeks and said, "No... no no..."
"That's not right!" Bai Lu, who had been silent until now, finally couldn't help but said loudly, "Everyone wants to maximize their own interests and allocate the largest amount of land. If the division rules are decided by ourselves, there will never be a result!
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About half of the family members living in the building are farmers from other rural areas, and half are locals in Jinghai City. Among the locals, there are some like Bai Lu whose parents are not good at business, and there are also daughters of the working class.
Hearing Bai Lu speak first, the locals couldn't help but said: "That's right! Nowadays, everyone is promoted to be equal. What's wrong with the farmers? They are not superior to others, so why should they be allocated more land?"
"Let me tell you, it should be divided evenly, everyone is the same!"
"I think the rule Director Zhang just mentioned is the fairest. If there are a lot of people, the whole family can order a variety of dishes. As for those who have not given birth to a child or only have one child, what's wrong with a few dishes? Two or three people.
Will you still starve to death?"
Feeling that the person he was talking about was herself, Li Qinghua blushed, "You people have never even planted land, do you know how to farm it? It is a waste to divide this land for you. There will be no harvest by then, and our factory may not be able to return it."
You’ll be laughed at!”
Lin Yulan mocked: "Oh, Li Qinghua, don't talk about how capable you are. You just said that you use oxen to plow the land. We don't have oxen here. As for transplanting rice? That's ridiculous. Do you think this land can be used for transplanting rice?"
"That's right! The land is different in every place. You may be able to grow good land in your hometown, but don't forget that this is Jinghai City. The climate and temperature are different. Maybe you can't even grow tomatoes.
Hahaha……"
The locals regained their momentum and laughed for a while, "Speaking of which, isn't it just a matter of farming? What's so difficult about it?"
"Can't you? Hoe the ground, sow seeds, fill the soil, water... Anyone with hands and brains can farm!"
The women refused to give in to each other, and every word they spoke was full of guns and sticks.
Zhang Guangmao felt a headache after hearing this, and shouted with a loudspeaker: "Okay, okay! Stop making noise!"
He coughed twice, "In short, the rules are as I said. Those with more than six people will be divided into three centimeters of land, four or five people will be divided into two centimeters, and two or three people will be divided into one centimeter. The general area has been divided.
You go and measure it yourself and determine the land you want to plant."
Zhao Hongxia still wanted to argue, but Zhang Guangmao glared at her and said in a strong tone: "If any of you have any objections again, I will treat her as unwilling to farm and give up the land area of her vegetable garden to others."
Being intimidated by him, Zhao Hongxia swallowed back all the words that came to her lips.
"Is that Lin Yulan crazy?" She walked to Li Qinghua, who was also unwilling to accept it, lowered her voice and gritted her teeth and said, "If she hadn't suddenly gone crazy and attacked us just now, Director Zhang might have been persuaded by us just now."
"She is now the lap dog of Master Su's family, wandering around Bai Lu..."
Li Qinghua stared at Lin Yulan, frowning and said: "I really don't understand, what benefit does helping the Su family get three cents of land for herself? In the end, she only got such a small one centimeter of land like the rest of us!"