It starts with the production team driving the big truck

Chapter 349 Huihui, let’s get married!

Sun Jianping blushed!
This guy is even jealous!

"I didn't expect Wang Yumei to go to Xiangjiang..."

He sighed, and Qian Huijun also sighed, "Maybe she really encountered some difficulties, otherwise she wouldn't have taken such a big risk to work in an unfamiliar environment."

"If it were you, would you choose to escape?"

"I...I don't know how. In my father's words, I was born and raised here. This is my motherland, my hometown. Even if it doesn't treat me well, I still drink the water of the motherland and eat the food of the motherland. For those who have grown up, escaping...is betraying their own nation and bloodline, which is the most unforgivable thing!"

Sun Jianping smiled and nodded, look at Miss Qian's consciousness!
"Let's go home!"

"Yeah, let's go home!"

The two jumped on the carriage, and Sun Jianping picked up his whip and cracked it. The black horse neighed and pulled the carriage forward, heading straight for home!

The rice fields were finally opened, and the paddy fields on which Lao Cao had placed countless hopes were knocked down in pieces under the brushing sickles. Lao Cao wiped his sweat, squatted down and looked at the golden ears of rice, with a smile on his face. Flowers!

"Well, this rice is pretty good!"

Zhang Ziyi came over holding a whetstone, sharpening the sickle, and asked Lao Cao.

"It's serious! Look at these big ears of rice, how fruitful they are!" Lao Cao also sat down on the ridge of the field, took out his big pipe and smoked a pot, "Let's do the math, we have forty ears of rice. , based on the yield of three hundred kilograms per acre of land, how much grain should be harvested?"

"Do you still need to settle this small account? One hundred and twenty thousand catties!"

"There are also sorghum, corn, and summer wheat..." Lao Cao exhaled a puff of green smoke, "All in all, we can hit this number this year!"

"Three hundred thousand catties?"

Lao Cao smiled and nodded, "Just a little more! Jianping is right, you have to use good seeds for farming, and you have to find a good girl to find a wife, right?"

"Tch, don't touch me!" Zhang Ziyi glared at Lao Cao when he saw his daughter-in-law coming over.

"Dad, uncle, you are thirsty, drink some water!"

Liu Guiying picked up the teapot and poured an enamel jar of water for each of them. Zhang Ziyi took it with a smile and was about to drink it when Lao Cao snatched it away.

"Let's switch!"

"It's fine if I don't have to drink this..."

"hurry up!"

Lao Cao snatched the enamel jar from Zhang Ziyi's hand, took a sip, and raised his eyebrows at Lao Zhang, "The water is very sweet. You have really found yourself a good daughter-in-law!"

Zhang Ziyi rolled his eyes at him, picked up Lao Cao's teapot and drank it all in one gulp.

"I won't bullshit you anymore, I have to cut the rice as soon as possible!"

"Hahaha!" Lao Cao sipped the sweet water with sugar and looked at the sweaty young girls and young men cutting the rice. He felt so beautiful!
Wang Jingang, Liu Fengxia, Tian Guangming...

It’s so easy to get out!

Come back to me and cut the rice!
Qian Huijun also held a sharp sickle and swiped it, catching up with Sun Jianping in front step by step, leaving Wang Jingang and others far behind.

"Tired?"

Sun Jianping straightened his back and asked her.

"Alright, are you tired?"

Qian Huijun pursed his lips and smiled, a fool still cares about people!
"If you're not tired, go and pick up Liu Fengxia, she'll be nowhere to be seen!"

"I'm tired, so I won't go!"

Qian Huijun's face sank, she rolled her eyes at him, picked up the sickle and continued cutting forward.

Quite a temper!
Sun Jianping wiped his sweat and smiled as he looked at Miss Qian who rushed all the way to the front.

By the time he reached the end of the field, Qian Huijun was already sitting on the ridge of the field, crossing his little feet leisurely and snorting at him. "Why don't you pick up Liu Fengxia?"

"I'm tired too!"

Sun Jianping sat next to her, looked up at the blue sky and white clouds, and then looked at the rice fields that had been "poke" with straight ditches, and sighed quietly!

The weather is great!

"Hui Hui."

He leaned closer to Qian Huijun again, and Qian Huijun blinked, "Huh?"

"We two..."

Sun Jianping swallowed, feeling that those three words seemed to weigh a thousand pounds!
Qian Huijun looked at him intently with her big eyes, waiting for him to continue.

"Let's marry!"

Qian Huijun’s head buzzed!
What a fool to say such a thing!

How can I answer it?
What is this?
There has to be a process no matter what, why would you ask someone this as soon as you get started!
Fortunately, I have a good temper. If I had left things alone, I would have given you both a big mouth!
Not polite!
"you……"

Seeing her blushing face and lowering her head without saying a word, Sun Jianping leaned closer to her again and asked a belated question, but his heart was beating like a drum!
"Okay!"

Qian Huijun raised his head, smiling like a peach blossom in May, and nodded gently.

yeah!
Sun Jianping was so excited that he almost jumped!
She actually agreed!

I'm so happy... I really want to pick her up and kiss her!
"You agreed? I am really, really me, I..."

"You are a big fool!"

Qian Huijun covered his mouth to stop him from continuing, "Go to work!"

She jumped up, walked briskly to the ridges assigned to Liu Fengxia, picked up the sickle and started mowing!
The big fool belongs to me!

So Liu Fengxia, don’t worry about it!
hoohoo!

Sun Jianping smiled and shook his head. Finally saying those three words, his mood suddenly became brighter!
Life!
Don’t miss it if you meet your sweetheart!
What the second uncle said is absolutely correct!

"Work, work!"

Sun Jianping squeezed his strong arms, picked up the sickle, walked into a rice field, bent down, and with the blade like the wind, he cut down pieces of mature rice!
It’s autumn!
Harvest season is here!
When they finished harvesting the crops, they found out that the yield per mu of forty rice fields reached 350 kilograms!

According to the regulations in the Hecheng area of ​​Heilongjiang Province, if the yield per mu is 20 jins, 20% of the harvest, which is 40 jins, must be paid as public grain, and another % must be paid as patriotic grain. The two together account for % of the total output.

Public grains are only given in receipts but not paid, and patriotic grains are collected at low prices. If the harvest is good that year and the yield per mu exceeds 400 kilograms, the same amount of public grains paid will be increased to 80 kilograms, and the amount of patriotic grains collected will also increase accordingly.

If the production team produces more grain, they can pay more for patriotic grain. In the words of the leader, the more the better.

In addition, there are also transportation, mobility, combat preparation, livestock feed... After all these are divided, it is the farmers' turn to ration.

Lao Cao sat cross-legged in the team headquarters, looking at the mountains of food, biting his pencil stick and calculating the accounts. Sun Jianping sat aside and studied.

Next year, he will take over Lao Cao's position as team leader. He will personally calculate and hand over the public grain and calculate work points for the farmers!

"We have to get rid of wheat and rice first. Rice and wheat must not be used as feed grain... It's too luxurious. How much does wheat yield per acre? Three hundred and seven, 40% of an acre of land is one hundred and forty-eight pounds. …”

"Including corn, sorghum, etc., we harvested a total of 367,000 kilograms of grain this year, which is twice as high as last year and still has a few zeros. According to this calculation, 140,000 kilograms of public grain and patriotic grain must be deducted. Six thousand eight hundred kilograms, with 40,000 kilograms deducted for retention, mobility, and combat readiness, and 50,000 kilograms of feed and grain, there is still 130,000 kilograms left. The total population in the village now is 270 people, plus our twelve educated youths , a total of 282, each person can get 460 kilograms of grain..."

"Um, have you deducted the sixty pounds of wheat that were distributed in the summer grain?"

"No buttons."

"This has to be deducted, or it will be repeated. Four hundred and six minus sixty, and one person will be divided into four hundred kilograms... one hundred and eighty kilograms more than the whole year, which is enough to eat..."

　I have to get up at five o'clock and go home to visit the graves of my ancestors. I feel timid about being close to home, alas! Insomnia

　　
　
(End of this chapter)