Hard times have room

Chapter 184 Collection
"Dad, it's almost done. The rest is the same when you come back from work and then clean up. Now the mung bean porridge should be cool. Drink the porridge first, and take a rest. The captain should ring the bell soon." Paulin used thatch to help the newly bundled bamboo up, and held it aside with the previously packed bamboo.

These bamboos will be cleaned up together in the afternoon, and they will be placed in the Daqing River and soaked in the Daqing River overnight.

Bamboo soaked in water is durable, otherwise there will be insects.

"Okay, it's not too bad." After Wang Jiandang finished trimming the bamboo in his hand, he put it aside, raised his right sleeve and wiped the sweat from his forehead and around his eyes.

"Daughter-in-law, let's go and have some porridge." Before Wang Jiandang returned to the house, he went to Su Hongying's side to help her trim the bamboo, and then followed her back to the house.

"Come on, give me the sickle, go and wash your hands first." When Su Hongying spoke, she took the sickle from Wang Jiandang's hand and pushed him into the kitchen.

She herself put the sickle in the corner of the main room properly before going to the kitchen to wash her hands.

This thing still has to be put away, and the position has to be fixed, otherwise it will be too troublesome to find it once.

"Daughter, did you put brown sugar in this porridge?" Wang Jiandang sat on Paulin's left, and after "sucking" a mouthful of porridge, he looked at her in surprise.

This taste is much better than before.

"Well, put a small piece." Paulin swallowed the last mouthful of porridge and replied slowly.

The porridge with rice is still delicious. She actually drinks happiness from this bowl of mung bean porridge, which is really not easy.

Thinking of this, Paulin silently raised the bowl in her hand again. Don't let go of the last bit of porridge and water in the bowl, it's delicious.

At this time, Su Hongying also threw away the water droplets in her hands, with water droplets dripping down her face, she came in with a smile on her face, and looked at the empty bowl in front of Pauline: "Why, you just finished drinking? "

"I see that there is still in the pot, you can go get another bowl yourself."

"Farewell, let's keep it for the evening. Besides, I already have a bowl." Pauline refused without thinking. There are plenty of porridges. Besides, she doesn't want to cook another pot of porridge at night. It's too troublesome. .

"Okay, but if you want to eat it, just go get it yourself. Your dad and I won't tell you."

"Yeah, it tastes good with brown sugar in it! Next time I cook some mung bean and red bean porridge, it's delicious." Su Hongying, who had tasted the light sweetness from the porridge, said with surprise on her face, such porridge, But it tastes so much better than nothing before.

"Okay." Pauline responded indifferently, anyway, sugar is to be eaten, how to eat is not to eat.

Now the expensive and rare things such as brown sugar oil at home are all locked in the back room box, and one of the two keys is with her, so it is very convenient to take things and so on.

"Dad, when you guys go to work in the afternoon, can I go to the field to pick up snails?" July is the most plump time for snails, and it's just right now.

"Probably not. Now that there is no water in the fields, the team leader and the party secretary are almost in a hurry. Now you go to the snails to collect snails, they are afraid they will not agree."

"Also, if they agreed, if they accidentally stepped on a few grains of rice while picking them up, they might set the dynamite keg on fire."

"So, girl, let's not go! If you really want to eat it, then go to the ditches and ditch to have a look. If you have it, pick it up and take it home. If you don't have it, then forget it, snails are delicious ."

Every year, when someone is picking up snails, they don't pay attention and step on a few grains of rice. It used to be fine, but now it's different. The captain is in a hurry now!
If he is caught, it will be miserable, he will be scolded by him at light, and work points will be deducted at worst, he doesn't want to let Pauline touch him.

Paulin thought about it, and this is indeed the case now. If she is going to the field, it is possible that what her father said will happen. If this is the case, then go to Tianqushuigou to see it!

"Well, Dad, I'll go to Tianqushuigouzi to see it myself." Paulin nodded obediently, and promised her dad not to pick it up in the fields.

"Then when I'm pouring water into the field, if I see it, I'll pick it up." When Wang Jiandang said this, he stretched out his hand to his daughter unconsciously. The soft hair felt good.

He wanted to touch the dog's head as he did before, but unfortunately, Pauline avoided it.

"Me too, if I saw it when I was filling the bucket, I would pick it up and take it home." Su Hongying swallowed the last porridge in the bowl, smashed her mouth, reluctantly put down the big bowl she was holding, and followed her mouth. said.

"That's okay, I don't believe that the three of us can't get a meal of snails together." When Paulin said this, she stood up and cheered. Well, this is really a middle school. The next second, she With three bowls in hand, he fled straight away.

Only Su Hongying and Wang Jiandang were left to look at each other, and the next second, a big smile bloomed on the corners of their lips.

"Jingle Bell--"

At 05:30 in the afternoon, the bell for the brigade to go to work rang on time.

The bell was made by Xu Aiguo, the captain of the brigade, after the hands of the clock at the brigade head reached 05:30, he held a thick iron plate and a hammer to do it. When the time came, Xu Aiguo took these two things and walked around the village. Once, knocking while walking, if you encounter someone who is not moving smoothly, you will scold him for being lazy.

Wang Bolin, the party secretary, is doing the work of counting people, who has worked, what kind of work they are doing, and how many centimeters should they be? In the book, when the grain is divided and the money is divided, take out the book and draw it.

Wang Jiandang and Su Hongying sat in the room for half an hour when the bell rang, and the two moved quickly to the kitchen.

Wang Jiandang picked up the old pole that he was used to at home, picked up two buckets, and hurried out.

Su Hongying picked up the largest pot and a wooden barrel in the family, took one in each hand, followed closely behind Wang Jiandang, and walked towards the stone bridge of the Daqing River. Today, they gathered under the tree next to the stone bridge. The branch secretary and the brigade leader will be assigned tasks there.

Although this is a bit cumbersome, it is unavoidable.

Now the land is collectively owned, and if the village cadres don't assign them specific tasks, some people really don't know what to do.

If it is your own land, then you don’t have to worry about it. Every day, you take care of your one-third of an acre of land, weeding and weeding, watering and watering, and doing this for a lifetime.

But the public land is not clear. There are hundreds of acres. If you don't assign specific tasks, who knows what to do.

Not to mention some elderly people who have poor memory. You told me carefully in the morning that he should forget or forget it in the afternoon. There is no way to do it. The only way is to gather once every time he goes to work and divide the tasks.

At that time, whoever will be responsible for a few acres of land in a group of three or four people, there will be fewer people in the near field, and more people in the far group. After the specific division, there is also a little advantage, that is, whoever does it well will be able to do it neatly. Just look at it.

(End of this chapter)