After hearing her words, Liu and her son thought about it and immediately abandoned their idea of ​​going home to teach Li Hongying a lesson. The mother and son could only harbor resentment towards Li Hongying in their hearts.

Li Hongying's injury this time required even longer rest than her postpartum recovery period, giving Zhuang Feifei a considerable amount of time to catch her breath.

However, Zhuang Feifei was somewhat disappointed that Li Hongying hadn't died this time.

Luo Jingyan wasn't too surprised to learn that Li Hongying had "come back to life." Jiang Manyue's message this time was, as usual, embellished. This was almost the norm. In the future, when listening to the information provided by her, she would have to cut off 70% of the embellishment before she could judge whether it was true or false.

A month passed in the blink of an eye. The profits earned by the village's collective winery not only fully met the winery's working capital needs, but also left more than 300 yuan. The brigade leader decided to distribute the first dividend to everyone.

On the threshing ground, the 62 families participating in the collective winery sent one or two or three representatives, but most of them came as a whole family. After all, it was the village's first time distributing dividends, and everyone valued it more than the New Year.

In order not to disrupt order, when the team leader had them line up, he still required each family to send one representative, so as not to cause chaos on the spot.

Because the sorghum was collected by headcount, the profits were also distributed by headcount.

On average, each person can receive one yuan. Although each person can only receive one yuan, if there are five people in the family, they can receive five yuan, and if there are six people, they can receive six yuan. Whether it is an infant in swaddling clothes or an elderly person who has lost the ability to work, they can all receive their share of the dividend.

If it weren't for this collective distillery, they probably would never have dreamed that they could make money.

What made it even more worthwhile for them was that they had only invested two kilograms of sorghum, which cost only one cent, but in less than two months, it had brought them a return of one dollar, a tenfold increase.

Normally, they don't have to worry about the operation of the collective distillery and can still work normally every day. It means that apart from putting in two catties of sorghum, they can get a lot of money without putting in any effort.

The villagers tasted the sweetness of success and burst into laughter.