Yang Xiaole returned to his village, where the village head was talking with a middle-aged man in his fifties.

The man appeared to be slightly younger than the village head.

Both of them were wearing sleeveless vests and straw hats.

Yang Xiaole recognized this person as Huang Fugui, the village party secretary.

The village head of Yangge Village was not actually the village head, as several nearby villages were grouped together to form one village.

Yangge Village could only be considered a small group within the Red Flag Commune.

That was the real village head.

But everyone was used to calling themselves the village head. (People in rural areas probably know this!)

"The situation is basically settled. We need to prepare in advance and implement it immediately once we receive the notice..."

Huang Fugui paused when he saw Yang Xiaole approaching.

Seeing that it was a child, he continued, "Once we receive the notice, we need to implement it immediately. In the next few days, let Qingwen attend the meetings in the township more often. If you step down, Qingwen will have the final say here."

While they were talking, the dried tobacco never stopped.

Yang Zhengshan nodded with his hands behind his back.

"I understand. I will also make arrangements here. When it's time to vote, I will still vote for you."

"Third Grandpa!"

Yang Xiaole passed by and shouted at Yang Zhengshan.

The other person nodded with a smile, spat out some dried tobacco, and looked at the things he was carrying, saying with a smile, "Are you buying soy sauce? So much!"

"Yes, I'm buying enough for once. I won't have to come again next time."

"Alright, go back! Third Grandpa has something to do!"

"Okay, Third Grandpa, I'll go back first!"

After Yang Xiaole finished speaking, he walked towards his home.

The two men watched him leave, feeling that he was just a child and didn't pay much attention to him.

They continued to chat and stroll.

When the tobacco ran out, Huang Fugui stopped and tapped the tobacco stick on his shoe.

While taking out tobacco leaves and rolling cigarettes, he said, "You know about the township meeting, right? It has already started in other places.

Because of our special location, no one dares to make a decision here yet.

Once there is news from Beidai River, the first thing to do is to handle the affairs of the various villages, and then the affairs of the village. We must arrange everything properly. We must be fast to avoid problems and prevent people from saying that you are unfair."

"I know. In the next few days, we will start forming the team committee. If the meeting instructions come down, we will be able to transition smoothly. If not, we will dissolve it later."

...

Neither of them noticed that Yang Xiaole had already squatted down behind them, pretending to tidy up his straw shoes.

In fact, there was nothing to tidy up, not even shoelaces.

Hearing this, Yang Xiaole thought of some things he had seen and heard in the future and suddenly understood.

They were already preparing for the commune.

As the two men walked away, Yang Xiaole stood up and walked towards his home.

When he returned home, no one was there.

Big Sister should have taken Fourth Brother and Fifth Brother to the riverside to wash clothes. This was their daily life.

After returning, Yang Xiaole frowned.

He calculated the days and realized that there was still about a month until the autumn harvest, but after the grain was harvested... and then there was no more.

(This was also the reason for the grain shortage. Those who don't understand will gradually explain it later. Some people should understand.)

Afterwards, he didn't think about it anymore.

It was a good time to focus on developing his space during these two months.

But the most important thing now was to find a way for his family to have a livelihood in the production team, so that they could have an easier time working.

Not to mention other things, just having a cook and a helper in the canteen would be comfortable enough.

He didn't know the specifics, so he could only wait and see in a few days.

With this in mind, he went to the kitchen.

He placed the soy sauce on the stove.

Looking at the grains he had just ground yesterday, he thought for a moment and put a lot of them into the space. At least it would be enough for the chicks to eat for about ten days.

By then, various vegetables would be almost ripe.

After fetching some well water and drinking a large bowl, the heat in his body was relieved a lot.

After finishing everything, he returned to his heated bed in the room and threw his clothes aside before going to sleep.

His body hadn't fully recovered yet.

He had woken up early again in the morning.

These past two days, he relied on the special effects of the well water and his enthusiasm for suddenly obtaining the space to keep going.

When there was nothing left to do in the space, he felt exhausted.

He lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

As for mosquitoes!

Let them bite!

He was already used to it. In a few days, he would buy some mosquito coils from the supply and marketing cooperative. They didn't sell them at the agency store he had just been to.

The agency store was a bit inconvenient. They ran out of stock and didn't restock for a long time.

They only restocked at fixed times.

The supply and marketing cooperative in the township wasn't much better either. They had a slightly wider variety and larger quantity, but some scarce items were out of stock for a long time.

Especially matches and similar items.

...

"Third Brother, Third Brother!"

In his dream, Yang Xiaole was dreaming of being rich in the future, surrounded by beautiful women on the beach, basking in the sun.

Just as he dreamed that a beautiful woman next to him handed him a bite of watermelon, he was awakened by someone calling him.

Opening his eyes, he looked at his younger brother, Xi Zi, in front of him and asked irritably, "Have you eaten?"

"Not yet!"

"Is there something going on at home?"

"No!"

Xi Zi looked confused.Hearing his words, Yang Xiaole cursed in his heart: What are you yelling about when there's nothing going on? I was sleeping well, and you came and woke me up.

If it were in my previous life, I would have kicked him.

Looking at the little pudding in front of him, he shook his head helplessly. Forget it, don't ruin it.

"I'll sleep for a while, call me when it's time to eat, do whatever you want!"

Scratching the place where he was bitten by mosquitoes, he turned over and went back to sleep.

Seeing his actions, Xi Zi pouted and left the room.

Third Brother is probably having another episode.

When he woke up again, he was awakened by his mother, Wang Qiuju.

She came to the heated bed and gently pushed him, asking softly, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell again?"

This son has always had poor health.

He gets tired easily, so sleeping is his way of recovering.

Yang Xiaole squinted and opened his eyes.

He had rested for a while and regained his strength.

"It's nothing, I just woke up too early from Teacher Luo's place in the morning, feeling a bit sleepy."

Upon hearing this, Wang Qiuju finally felt relieved and patted his butt, saying, "Alright, get up and eat! The food is ready."

Yang Xiaole nodded, put on his worn-out jacket and straw shoes, and lazily made his way to the main hall.

At this time, the whole family was already sitting in the main hall.

The Yang family is different from the people in the village. They don't have the habit of eating on the heated bed. If it weren't so cold here, they probably wouldn't even want the heated bed.

Yang Xiaole glanced at the dishes on the table.

Braised anglerfish, a large pot full of it. This time, there were no vermicelli, only some potatoes and greens, with plenty of garlic sprouts on top.

It looked quite appetizing.

But the staple food was lacking, just a pot of thin porridge made from cornmeal and sorghum flour.

Seeing this, he frowned.

They will soon be eating at the canteen, so if they don't eat enough now, when will they eat enough?

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It would be nice to have some corn cakes!

Fortunately, the fried dough was ready in the morning, and everyone was happily eating it.

Yang Guangzhi asked him, "Did Teacher Luo give us these fried doughs?"

"Yeah, when Teacher Luo brought me here in the morning, he insisted on buying them. I said we didn't need them, but he insisted!"

Yang Guangzhi didn't think much of his nonsense.

He just nodded and said, "Teacher Luo is a good teacher. Let it go this time, but don't let him spend money next time. And as for this fish, don't make it again. It uses too much soy sauce."

It's delicious, but soy sauce is expensive!

More than one fen for a jin, this pot of fish uses quite a bit of soy sauce!

Yang Xiaole rolled his eyes when he heard this.

Isn't having food enough?

He ignored him!

Instead, he asked his father, "By the way, Dad, I ran into Village Secretary Huang Fugui today."

Yang Guangzhi said not to make fish, but he enjoyed it more than anyone else. He picked up a piece and stuffed it into his mouth.

Then he nodded vaguely, "Yeah, he came to see how the grain in the village is growing today! Secretary Huang is a good person."

There's a lot of fish today, about half a jin per person, so Wang Qiuju didn't bother to divide the fish. And there were plenty of shrimp in the shrimp sauce. The only downside was that a few drops of sesame oil were missing from the sauce to make it perfect.

That thing...

It's estimated that we'll get two liang at the end of the year.

Yang Xiaole nodded. Whether it was out of public or private interest, at least they cared and were doing practical things.

He didn't want to judge that.

Instead, he said to Yang Guangzhi, "Dad, I overheard him talking to Third Grandpa just now."

Wang Qiuju was stunned and instinctively asked, "What did they say?"

Yang Xiaole glanced outside the door and then said, "I said you're not allowed to talk about it outside, otherwise it will be a big deal."

"You child, just say it. Don't beat around the bush."

Yang Guangzhi hated it when people only said half of something.

Only then did Yang Xiaole say, "Today I heard them say that the commune has been established. At most, it will be at the end of the month."

He didn't know the exact time, but it would be during this period.

Upon hearing this, the actions of the people eating slowed down significantly. Yang Guangzhi and Wang Qiuju looked at each other.

Then Wang Qiuju asked in confusion, "Didn't you say it before? Let it be established! The matter of borrowing money has already been settled. Qingwu came over today and said it has been approved. We can get the money this afternoon."

Yang Xiaole was overjoyed when he heard this.

"Really?"

"Of course!"

With his father's nod, Yang Xiaole was finally relieved. They could finally make it happen.

Finally, he could go to the city for a trip.

Seeing his excitement, Wang Qiuju urged him without much concern, "Tell me, what did you mean by what you just said? You only mentioned this matter?"

Yang Xiaole nodded, "Yeah, from today onwards, let's have enough food in our family!"

After saying that, he explained to the puzzled people, "When the time comes, we'll put all the grain together and eat it. What's the point of keeping it for ourselves?"

Wang Qiuju wasn't a fool and immediately understood what he meant.

She shook her head, "That won't do. If everyone eats together, and others take out bags of grain, how would it look if our family only takes out a little? How would others see you?"

Yang Guangzhi also nodded in agreement.

He took a sip of the inferior sweet potato liquor.

He had been enjoying himself these past two days, with a pot of fish yesterday and another pot today.

Usually, he only drinks a small cup of liquor once a week, but he has been drinking it these past two days.

No, he needs to save some.

He won't drink tomorrow.Upon seeing the expressions of his family members, Yang Xiaole immediately felt deflated.

So, he had become the villain?

But it made sense. If things really went that way, they would be criticized and their family would lose face in the village.

Because it was clearly taking advantage of the collective.

After thinking for a moment, he decided not to say anything more.

He could only rely on himself.

In the midst of his thoughts, Wang Qiuju suddenly spoke, "By the way, Second Brother's family has found a match for Xiaolong. When will you arrange something for Xiaogang?"

Yang Guangzhi was taken aback, "When did this happen?"

"Oh, I heard it from Wen's daughter-in-law. She said that Second Brother's family has found a match for him in Huanggezhuang. If all goes well, they might get married by the end of the year."

After Wang Qiuju finished speaking, she picked up a piece of fish and started eating.

Yang Guangzhi pondered for a moment, looking at his somewhat embarrassed eldest son.

Eldest Brother was already sixteen, it was indeed time to start considering these things.

Upon hearing their conversation, Yang Xiaole suddenly laughed, "Mom, I tell you, Second Uncle's house has bad feng shui. They haven't been able to get married for years."

He was joking.

The end of the year was the start of the hardest times. In the next three or four years, how many families would dare to get married?

Although it was better here than in the south, there was still not enough food to eat!

His cheap grandmother, Zhao Jinhua, who was a bit clever, wouldn't possibly let a new daughter-in-law enter the house at that time, bringing burden to the family.

Grandma was very shrewd.

She knew how to do the math, even if it meant ruining her reputation a bit!

After all, given the circumstances, everyone would understand.

"What are you talking about, child?"

Wang Qiuju put a shrimp in her mouth. Upon hearing this, she gave him a sideways glance, not pleased.

"Really, I heard it from Third Grandma."

Third Grandma, of course, was the Third Grandma that Wang Qiuju had mentioned earlier. She was famously known for fortune-telling in the village.

But she had been keeping a low profile these years.

Because after the founding of the nation, animals couldn't become spirits, that was feudal superstition.

"Is it true or false?"

Wang Qiuju stopped eating, her eyes filled with suspicion.

Yang Xiaole nodded, spouting nonsense, "Hmm, I also heard it."

Despite saying they didn't believe in superstitions, there were actually quite a few people who did at that time, and his own mom was one of them.

Wang Qiuju was suspicious for a moment, but didn't listen to her son's nonsense.

Then she glanced at her eldest daughter and hesitated to ask Yang Guangzhi, "Um... Isn't Yang Lan's village turned into vegetable farmers? I think, why don't I go ask her, let her find a match for Xiaomei?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Guangzhi frowned.

It wasn't that his daughter was too young, she was almost of marriageable age, not too young.

The main issue was the discord between the two families.

Seeing his expression, Wang Qiuju already knew what her husband was thinking.

She gritted her teeth and said, "I'll go ask one day. If she complains, let her complain. If Xiaomei can find a good mother-in-law, her life will be better in the future."

It would be more appropriate for her husband to go, after all, they were siblings.

But if he lost face, it would be embarrassing. It was better for her to go.

Yang Guangzhi hesitated and didn't say anything.

Meanwhile, Big Sister Yang Xiaomei was eating her meal somewhat embarrassed, while the others were listening.

Yang Xiaole was shaking his head on the side.

She's still so young! And they're already thinking about finding a mother-in-law?

Yang Lan was the younger aunt who had returned earlier. She and Fourth Brother were siblings from the same mother.

They had been at odds with their own family since childhood.

And he also felt it was difficult because becoming a vegetable farmer was not exactly a change from farming, but it was already equivalent to being half a city dweller. The only difference was that there was no salary.

If the vegetables in the field could make money, and they could get a share at the end of the year, it would be almost the same as being a worker.

Once the news of the vegetable farmers spread, the unmarried young men in the village, or even those who had lost their wives, could easily pick a wife.

They would choose the better ones.

But Yang Xiaole wouldn't let Big Sister get married so soon. She was still growing!

So he changed the subject and asked Yang Guangzhi, "By the way, Dad, when are you going to take me to the city for a check-up?"

Actually, he didn't really want to go now, because the things in the space were not ripe yet! It would be best to wait until the first batch of things were ripe.

That would be a day or two before school starts.

Yang Guangzhi paused for a moment, thought about it and said, "How about this, I'll go ask Zhang Lao Han at the Production Brigade after dinner, see when he's going. If he's going late, we'll go ourselves. I'll borrow the mule from Qingwu, and we'll set off tonight."

If it weren't for his son, he would have gone himself.

Yang Xiaole thought for a moment, and finally agreed.

If they were to take a car, it would take more than two hours to get to the county town from here, and then it would take more time to get to the city.

If they set off directly from here, it would only take six or seven hours. If they were driving a mule, the speed would be much faster.

"Alright, don't run around after lunch, sleep a bit more at home. If we set off in the middle of the night, you'll be exhausted."

After Yang Guangzhi finished speaking, he drank the white wine in his cup and started eating his porridge.

Yang Xiaole nodded slightly.

It seemed that he wouldn't be able to go to the township tomorrow.

He was thinking about how to get the first batch of start-up funds!

He couldn't possibly get chickens, ducks, and pigs quickly. Not to mention he didn't have piglets, even if he did, he couldn't get enough food for them to eat.

The truth would be revealed in a few days.

Wang Qiuju would probably curse.

Suddenly, he remembered the scene when he poured spring water into the fish tank and the fish were scrambling for it.

He slapped his forehead in realization.