Xiao Yuehua ran away as if her life depended on it.

Song Jingzhou and Su Qingci were left staring at each other.

The atmosphere was a little awkward.

"Um, why are you back again?"

"Didn't you go to queue up?"

Su Qingci had never seen him with a dark face before, and to be honest, it was quite frightening.

Song Jingzhou's expression gradually softened.

"Hey, you, you better not listen to her nonsense."

Su Qingci burst out laughing at his indescribable expression.

Haha~

"Are you going to sleep with her? Hahaha~"

"It's okay, it's fine if you climb, I don't mind."

Song Jingzhou was speechless, his face filled with humiliation.

"I don't!"

This is a blatant insult to him, a personal attack!

Song Jingzhou secretly decided that he definitely had to go back and beat Feng Jianjun up.

Husbands and wives are like birds in the same forest; they'll stand together to defend each other when a fist comes. This is what Feng Jianjun deserves.

"Alright, alright, he was just joking," Su Qingci quickly soothed him.

"Don't you know what kind of person she is? She can't keep her mouth shut."

"By the way, didn't you say you were going to queue up? Why did you come back?"

Song Jingzhou breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that she really didn't mind. "The captain said we don't need to queue."

"Knowing we were busy, they went straight over and weighed us."

“I asked him to combine our work points together, and he asked for some mung beans, soybeans and some peanuts for those work points.”

"In addition, I bought another 100 jin of late rice from the team."

"I originally wanted to buy more, but the Party Secretary and the accountant disagreed with selling so much, fearing that there wouldn't be enough for the commune members, so I took 100 jin first."

"I came back to discuss this with you. I want to take the grain back first, and then come back to pick you up."

Song Jingzhou knew that Su Qingci liked watching the excitement and guessed that she didn't want to go back so soon.

As expected, Su Qingci nodded repeatedly after listening.

"Then you can deliver it first, and then come pick me up later."

"You have two big bags of grain, and you also need to bring a jar of chopped chili peppers. It would be difficult to bring people along as well."

"It's been a while since I've been back, and I'd like to play a little longer."

Song Jingzhou ruffled her hair. "If you want to come back, we can come back to visit anytime."

Let's go!

The two walked side by side toward the ancestral hall, and before they even got close, they could hear the lively commotion.

"Accountant, add some more. Look, the scale isn't even balanced yet."

"Hu Qingxi, that's good enough. Look, they're all pointing high up."

"That's right, that's right. You never know how to take advantage of others. If everyone were like you, wouldn't the team be in debt?"

Hu Qingxi wasn't annoyed; this year had been a bumper harvest.

The family had worked hard all year, and it was finally time to distribute the grain; the New Year was just around the corner.

This morning I was given fish again, and I couldn't hide the smile on my face.

Her family has thirteen members, nine of whom are able-bodied; her son and daughter-in-law are both willing to do hard labor.

After a year's worth of grain, the remaining work points can be exchanged for about thirty yuan.

"Young Song, your grain has been weighed out for you. Where is it now?"

When scorekeeper Li Fen saw Song Jingzhou, she quickly pointed him out to the table next to her.

"Okay, thank you, Auntie."

After thanking Su Qingci, Song Jingzhou carried the rice in one hand and a small sack in the other and left.

The sack was filled with peanuts, mung beans, and soybeans that could be exchanged for work points.

The rice that was separated was all unhulled.

Although the village does not yet have electricity, there is an old-fashioned rice milling machine that runs on diesel.

If any member of the team needed diesel fuel, they would have to pay a few cents for each bag of rice they harvested, or leave the chaff behind.

Today is the day for distributing grain, and as is customary, the rice milling machine in the rice milling room will be running all day.

Song Jingzhou carried the rice to the rice mill and threshed it.

The bran was not taken; it was kept to feed the cattle for the team, so there was no need to pay the team extra for diesel fuel.

Su Qingci stood around the ancestral hall, watching the bustling scene with great interest.

Feeling everyone's joy, a smile unconsciously appeared on my face.

Logically, the production team should distribute grain twice a year. After the summer harvest and the public grain is handed over, grain should be distributed once, and then again at the end of the year.

However, the yield was extremely low at this time, and after the summer harvest and the delivery of grain to the state, there was not much left to distribute.

We also need to guard against other unforeseen circumstances, so the team's collective warehouse must reserve a portion of emergency food.

That way, the amount that can be divided equally among the members isn't much.

It's unclear how the leaders discussed it, but starting the year before last, the Gaotang production team only distributed grain once a year at the end of the year.

Those who run out of grain at home can borrow it from the production team in advance, and the amount will be deducted when the grain is distributed at the end of the year.

Xiao Yuehua timidly hid behind the crowd, and only dared to step forward after watching Song Jingzhou leave with the grain on his back.

"Hehe~ Qing porcelain?"

"Qing porcelain?"

"Qingci, are you angry?"

Seeing that Su Qingci was ignoring her, Xiao Yuehua thrust her buttocks towards Su Qingci.

"Holy crap~"

Su Qingci fanned herself in the air with both hands and almost fell into the ditch.

Xiao Yuehua quickly grabbed Su Qingci, "Hey, hey, I didn't use any force, you can't even stand up straight."

"Are you trying to die?"

"Xiao Yuehua, I've noticed that you've become quite arrogant since you got pregnant."

"Don't you love your Brother Feng anymore?"

Xiao Yuehua gave an awkward smile, her cheekbones bulging like pectoral muscles.

"I was just joking with you. Besides, what does this have to do with my Jianjun?"

Su Qingci looked at her pectoral muscles—no, her apple cheeks—and felt even more heartbroken.

A pristine white mothball flipped over, asking, "Do you love your brother Feng?"

"like!"

"That's right, you love him, he loves you, you will always be one."

Xiao Yuehua didn't understand the philosophical meaning of these words until the next day when she saw Feng Jianjun, who was being trained to the point that his legs trembled even when he sat on a latrine bucket, and then she vaguely understood what they meant.

Xiao Yuehua was soon given her turn to receive the grain.

Xiao Yuehua worked a total of 107 days and earned 1007 work points, while Feng Jianjun worked 268 days and earned 2406 work points.

The couple had a total of over 3,400 work points. Xiao Yuehua asked for 400 jin of sweet potatoes, 200 jin of rice, 50 jin of soybeans, 300 jin of dried corn kernels, and some peanuts and other things.

After carrying the grain aside, Xiao Yuehua carefully examined the invoice prepared by the accountant.

Su Qingci curiously leaned closer.

"Huh, the price of work points has gone up this year?"

"Yes, this year one work point can actually be worth more than 5 cents."

"This shows you worked 107 days, which means it only started counting from when you married Feng Jianjun, right? You have 1007 work points, so you must have been getting 10 work points every day?"

Su Qingci looked at Xiao Yuehua with a complicated expression, "No wonder your mother said that many people want to marry you. It seems she wasn't exaggerating."

"Compared to you, Feng Jianjun is utterly pathetic. A grown man can't even earn 10 work points a day."