Tian Cuihua watched her mother-in-law go to ask the team leader for leave, feeling itchy inside.

The package from yesterday was full of good stuff.

There were candies, brown sugar, canned goods, and even some foreign things like cakes and some kind of wheat essence. All rare items!

The other party was also Yang Guangping's cousin. She didn't know if her mother-in-law could solve Xiao Hu's work problem this time.

She couldn't go, so she could only wait for her mother-in-law to come back.

"Er Hu! If you keep this up, how much will you have left at the end of the year? Will you have enough to buy work points?"

In her thoughts, Er Hu was dragged over by Yang Qingwen.

And thrown directly into the field.

Yang Wenhua took out a pack of cigarettes and handed one to him: "Grandpa, don't be angry! I didn't feel well and overslept!"

"You're trying to fool me, Grandpa!"

Yang Qingwen glared at him, and when Zhao Jinhua came over and pointed at his nose, she said, "Go, chop the corn. If you keep this up, I'll have the office send you to the commune for some education. You are seriously hindering our progress towards...ism."

Then she walked away.

Seeing her leave, Er Hu picked up his tools and muttered, "You dare not give me food. I can always hang upside down. Let's see who loses face."

He got up and left without chopping the corn.

Instead, he went straight to the children's area and sat down in the cut cornfield.

He lit a cigarette for himself and took a puff, then smiled at Yang Xiaole next to him: "Xiaole, what does your uncle do in the textile factory? Is he a big shot?"

Yang Xiaole sat on a small stool, peeling corn and moving forward.

Hearing this, he said without looking up, "I don't know if he's a big shot, I just know he works in logistics."

He could tell what this guy was up to just by using his brain!

He's just talking nonsense.

Er Hu sneered and said, "They say your uncle used to be a big shot, so he must be a leader in the factory now!"

After saying that, he laughed and said, "Tell your dad to help me get to the city. I'll give you all my wages for the next three years, besides food and drink."

Hearing this, Yang Xiaole chuckled.

"If it's such a good deal, why don't you ask my dad to help you too! Besides food and drink, I'll give you all my wages. Besides, if you want to say something, go find my dad yourself!"

This guy's got a dog's nature.

If he can save money, he won't even use the Yang surname.

The head of the production team doesn't dare to smoke a few cents a pack of cigarettes every day. Probably only he does in the whole village.

I don't know where this guy's money comes from. It's probably from selling things outside, but I don't know what he's selling.

Er Hu smiled awkwardly at the words.

If I had that ability, would I still need to go around asking for help?

Then he smiled and said, "I asked you to help me pass on a message! I'll talk to Uncle Guangzhi later."

There is a reason why he found Yang Xiaole.

He knew when Yang Xiangang went to the city, and now he knew when Wang Qiuju went to the city.

And the whole village knows about the brothers of Yang Guangping.

In his opinion, the uncle on the other side is not unable to get a job, it's just that a few families don't want to get one.

The problem is that he and the two families have no grudges.

What if they really get him in trouble!

In his opinion, Yang Guangchun might be thinking like this: I have the ability to get a job, but I won't get one for you, I'll get one for someone else but not for you.

Another reason is that Yang Xiaole is a child, and he wants to see if he can get any useful information.

Yang Xiaole didn't know what he was thinking. If he did, he would probably spit in his face.

I've seen shameless people, but I've never seen anyone as shameless as this.

He threw the peeled corn into the nearby basket and stopped to say, "As for the job, you'd better find someone else. I heard the commune can take in a lot of people now. You can give it a try!"

Er Hu sneered.

He didn't say anything else.

He smoked on one side and dawdled on the other side, peeling corn.

Xi Zi was also peeling corn next to him.

"Er Hu, what are you doing? Go to the field and chop the corn. Your task today is two acres, and you must complete it."

As he spoke, the scorekeeper Wang Qingsong walked over from a distance.

He was probably around forty years old, and he came here after the liberation. Many places were not liberated when the capital was liberated. Plus, the rural areas here hadn't undergone land reform at the time, so he started renting land here.

Although he was from another surname, he had attended primary school for a year before and was assigned to work as a scorekeeper to assist the accountant.

What he has to do now is to supervise these people's work every day. The work is still very important, and it's not like you'll have work points just because you're here.

If you don't complete the task, you won't have any work points.

Er Hu smiled and said, "Uncle Qingsong, I'll just peel corn here, I won't chop the corn."Upon hearing this, Wang Qingsong said with a stern face, "If you act like this, the team leader will cancel your work points tomorrow, and you will only eat basic food. In the future, your food tickets will be issued according to the basic food ration."

Er Hu, upon hearing about the basic food ration, could only stand up reluctantly and walk towards the field.

The basic food ration was reduced by one-third out of thin air.

Yang Xiaole didn't understand what was going on with the food tickets after hearing the conversation between the two.

The current food supply changes with time, and at the same time, he learned about the early establishment of communes in other places.

The food is divided into basic food and work point food.

The food harvested in a year is divided into ten parts, with seven parts for the people and three parts for work.

Seven parts are the basic food ration, and the rest has to be calculated using work points.

It can be hard to make great work when its stolen from "p𝑎wread.com".

In other words, even if you don't do anything, you can still eat 70% of the food, which is the minimum standard.

Of course, there is also a maximum standard.

360.

"Work hard, endure well, and the food standard is 360. Even if your family can't produce enough, the government will supply the gold queen."

In other words, the upper limit is 360 catties, of course, this 360 catties is the original grain, settled in wheat and rice.

If there's not enough to eat, then switch to corn or sweet potatoes.

This gold queen naturally refers to corn.

However, the standards vary from place to place, with different standards in South China, North China, and Central China.

Divided by region.

Of course, this 360 refers to normal labor.

Children are counted separately.

It's different from the previous casual eating.

Thinking of this, he casually asked, "Uncle Qingsong, what's the deal with the food tickets? I'm at school every day and I'm not clear about the situation!"

Wang Qingsong was about to leave but stopped in his tracks upon hearing this.

He smiled and said, "Oh, there's been an announcement. In the future, each of our production teams will also be allocated food rations and food tickets, just like the people in the city. You'll eat as much as you work for."

Yang Xiaole nodded lightly after hearing this.

The method is good, but it's too late.

Most of what should be eaten has already been eaten, and we still don't know what the situation will be after this year's grain harvest!

I hope it's better near the capital.

But he thought of a problem and asked, "Uncle Qingsong, what about my brother and my mother who went to the city? How will their previous work points be calculated? After all, my father and we are still in the countryside!"

Wang Qingsong thought for a moment and shook his head in the end, "I don't know about this. I only keep track of the points. You'll have to ask the team leader about this."

"Okay, I'll have my dad ask the team leader later. Thanks, Uncle Qingsong."

Yang Xiaole thanked him and planned to have his father ask about it when he had time.

Wang Qingsong nodded and continued to patrol the fields with one of the few flashlights from the production team.

Some people need to be supervised.

Although supervision doesn't always work.

Xi Zi was peeling corn nearby and said with a smile, "Hey, brother, the house we went to in the city yesterday was so beautiful! It just didn't have a heated bed, it's probably going to be cold in the winter."

Yang Xiaole nodded.

It's strange, the capital is so cold, and ordinary people basically all have heated beds. It's said that the Forbidden City started to have heated beds according to the habits of the Banner people in the mid-Qing Dynasty.

Why do the quadrangle courtyards over there have wooden beds?

He also saw several other families, all with simple kitchens set up at the door, but none of them had heated beds.

It's impossible that such a large family can't afford coal for heating.

This made him feel strange for a while.

He couldn't understand.

Looking at Xi Zi, he casually said, "Just cover yourself with a blanket if there's no heated bed! When we have time in the future, we'll find someone to build a heated bed."

Xi Zi made a soft sound in response to his words.

Everyone was busy until around ten o'clock. With the sound of the whistle, everyone put down their work and went to eat.

They were all starving since they hadn't eaten breakfast.

As a man, Yang Guangzhi had already gone to the village head to join the team for making things by the time it was light.

During the meal, the sun outside had already started to rise, and the cool feeling had disappeared, replaced by the scorching heat.

After eating lunch and seeing Yang Guangzhi looking a bit tired, Yang Xiaole thought for a moment, then went back to get some brown sugar water and pills.

Arriving at the village head, people were busy there.

Yang Guangzhi was chopping firewood, and there was someone next to him taking it to add to the stove.

Yang Xiaole glanced at the smoking stove and placed the sweetened water with added ingredients next to it.

"Dad, drink some when you're thirsty, but don't drink too much! I added brown sugar to it."

Upon hearing his words, Yang Guangzhi stopped and wiped the sweat from his forehead, frowning, "Just leave it for you to drink, why should I drink it?"

"Just drink it! I didn't add much! Don't let others drink it!"

Seeing this, Yang Guangzhi nodded, "Okay, I got it. Leave it there, I'll drink some later."

After speaking, he continued to work.

After watching the smoking stove for a while, Yang Xiaole left directly.Returning to the fields to chat with a group of youngsters while working, Busy kept at it until noon, then he headed straight back home.

He needed to rest for a bit; doing just enough work was fine.

They really expected him to work himself to death!

He had gone to bed at nearly eleven last night and got up just after four in the morning.

Now, he was extremely sleepy.

Although taking some pills helped, he felt that getting some sleep would be more solid.