Therefore, Xiao Jiu felt that the so-called "high-yield model worker" red flag hanging in their production team office was actually the most realistic portrayal of this era and this stage. This was because not only did the TV series in his previous life portray it in a relatively subtle way, otherwise it wouldn't have passed censorship, but the real situation was probably much more exaggerated than that.

Any farmer should be able to see that this is just bragging; claiming a yield of 10,000 jin per mu is nonsense. But they can't help but put on a very smooth front, even constantly promoting their miracle of 10,000 jin per mu on the radio.

What's even more infuriating is that everyone knows their production team had a bumper harvest, so they come to the commune canteen under all sorts of pretexts to eat. It's free, so why not take advantage of it? Who told you to show off?

Little did they know how much hardship this production team had been secretly enduring this year!

"If you ask me, this is a classic case of reaping what you sow!"

Tang Cuihua pouted as she sewed shoe soles. Since it was too hot to go anywhere anyway, she was happy to watch the drama unfold. She and her sisters hadn't eaten at the cafeteria much this year and didn't feel any sympathy for them. In fact, they thought they deserved it.

"From last year to this year, whether you work or not, you only get a few work points. Why put in so much effort? I've heard this from last year to this year. When it's mealtime, everyone eats like they're starving, stuffing their bellies until they're round. But when it's time to work, they're as slow as oxen. As soon as the bell rings to end the workday, they run like rabbits and sit down in a deep slump."

Some members even made up a jingle: "Wait at the village entrance, stand at the field, I won't work if the team leader doesn't come."

When most people do it this way, will the remaining people who do the heavy lifting still be willing to work hard?

Only a fool would do that!

If nobody's doing it, what's the point of me doing it?

And so, they just drifted along until the year of disaster, and now they're dumbfounded, aren't they? They can't grow any crops, what will they eat next year?

If you report so much all at once, even if you claim a yield of 10,000 jin per mu, will your commune members be unable to afford food?

As the saying goes, when it rains, it pours. We haven't even sorted out this matter yet. Well, since there's a drought, let's do something else. Just then, a notice came down from above: we need to mass-produce G.

We've already gone through this a couple of years ago, so we're pretty familiar with it now.

Upon receiving the message, Tang Cuihua and Xiao Jiu immediately hid everything in the house that shouldn't be there.

So no matter how many times you search, if it's not there, it's not there.

They took everything they hadn't wanted before, from nails and bolts, leaving nothing behind.

Some were cutting down trees, some were tending furnaces, and some were collecting iron. With everyone working together, even on a hot day, the place was bustling with activity.

Even though everyone is mobilized to do good deeds, what if there isn't enough food?

These people actually came up with a solution: shut down the large cafeteria!

The communal canteen was shut down because the team didn't have enough food, so all the commune members had to eat their fill.

Therefore, based on the previous work points, all the grain was gathered together and distributed according to a certain ratio.

As for what to do with all that food, I guess nobody cares.

Everything of valued as metal was taken by the team; even the kitchen knives had to be hidden away to avoid being confiscated.

Now that we can finally cook at home openly, the little grain we've been allocated is only enough for the whole family to eat for a month.

With such a severe drought, not a single drop of rain is falling. What will we eat a month from now?

An invisible pressure weighed on the hearts of all the villagers.