In just one afternoon, he did the work of three people!

As a result, the oxen plowing the land under his responsibility worked exceptionally hard, and the progress was rapid.

The bell finally rang to signal the end of the workday.

On the threshing floor, Ma Jinbao sat behind a broken table, with a scorebook spread out in front of him and a red and blue pencil in his hand, pretending to scribble something.

It was Du Jianshan's turn.

"Du Jianshan, today you dug a ditch... Hmm, count it as one job completed, eight points."

Ma Jinbao didn't even lift his eyelids, speaking in a flat tone as if he were talking about something completely ordinary.

"What?" Wang Tieniu was the first to jump up, his voice trembling: "Scorekeeper Ma! Are you blind?"

"The ditch that Brother Shan dug by himself is equivalent to the work of the three of us! And that ox! The ox pulling the plow on his hands is equivalent to two trips in one! Why do you only give him work points?"

The commune members and educated youth working nearby also swarmed around, unable to bear watching any longer.

"That's right! Ma Jinbao! You're blatantly lying!"

“We saw it clearly! Comrade Du did his job quickly and well! He also took good care of the livestock!”

"The farm has a policy! Those who are particularly proactive, hardworking, and efficient can get more work points based on their actual contributions! Aren't you just bullying honest people?"

Ma Jinbao slammed his pencil on the table, looked up, and a cold glint flashed in his triangular eyes: "What's all the noise about? Don't you know any rules?"

"This is collective production! It's for the country's construction! It's about consciousness! It's about dedication!"

He pointed at Du Jianshan's nose, his voice rising with an air of righteous indignation: "So what if you're strong? Does being strong mean you should take more than your share? Being strong is also for the construction of the motherland!"

"Do you expect special treatment for putting in a little extra effort? Do you want more work points? That's individualism! That's bourgeois thinking!"

He spat as he spoke: "Besides, the livestock are collective property!"

"Du Jianshan taking care of the livestock is his duty as a veterinarian! What? Does he want to use the collective's livestock as credit to earn more work points for himself? Dream on!"

"Bullshit!" Du Jianshan's temper flared up as well. He strode to the table, his eyes glaring at Ma Jinbao like knives.

"I'm strong, I do a lot of work, so I should get more! That's only fair!"

"The farm's policies are clearly written down! Who do you think you are, Ma Jinbao? Just because you have a scorekeeper's lousy notebook, you dare to embezzle my hard-earned money?"

He slammed his hand on the table, making the scorebook jump: "Even if the Heavenly King himself is here, you'd better record today's work points accurately!"

"Yes! Record it accurately!"

"Ma Jinbao, don't try that on me!"

"They think they're justified in deducting work points?"

The crowd was outraged and voiced their support for Du Jianshan.

"They've rebelled! They've defied the heavens!"

Ma Jinbao was so angry his face turned green. He roared at Sun Qiang and Zhao Youcai, who were cowering at the back of the crowd, "Sun Qiang! Zhao Youcai! Are you dead? Just watching them cause trouble?!"

Sun Qiang and Zhao Youcai forced themselves to move forward, their voices weak:

"That's right! Du Jianshan, you...you've gone too far!"

"Mr. Ma... Mr. Ma, the scorekeeper, was just following the rules..."

"When you work for the country, what conditions do you have to set?"

"Rules? The rules you set?" Du Jianshan sneered, "I think they're the rules for you to be lazy, cheat, and dawdle!"

"What's all the noise about? Don't we all have work to do? What kind of revolution are we making here?!"

A shrill female voice suddenly broke in, carrying a condescending and sarcastic tone.

The crowd parted slightly, and a young woman dressed in a faded old military uniform with two shiny braids walked in.

She had high cheekbones, thin lips, and a shrewd look in her eyes, along with an indescribable calculating quality, making her somewhat resemble Ma Jinbao.

"It's Ma Chunmei! Ma Jinbao's sister. That woman... is really troublesome!"

"Because he was a representative of the educated youth, he bullied many people..."

"Last time, Old Zhang got reported to the company headquarters over half a jin of grain coupons, and he had three days' work points deducted..."

A hushed murmur arose around them, filled with obvious disgust.

Ma Chunmei walked straight behind the table, stood next to Ma Jinbao, crossed her arms, and coldly surveyed everyone before finally fixing her gaze on Du Jianshan's face like a needle.

"Comrade Du Jianshan, is that right?" She drew out her voice, with an interrogative tone: "You've only been here two days, and you're already inciting the masses to cause trouble? Disrupting the collective production order? Your ideological awareness is seriously problematic!"