Old Ji understood that because Gu Yunyang had not been investigated or had not undergone a background check, he had rashly given the books to the other party.
Complete safety cannot be guaranteed.
Books translated by them require absolutely trustworthy people to translate them.
But the situation is too tense right now.
Old Ji didn't dare to make a decision either. After thinking for a while, he said, "Okay, you translate it first. I'll go back and apply to my superiors."
Since Lao Ji couldn't make the decision himself, he had no choice but to apply to higher authorities.
Principal Zhong also knew that they couldn't make such a decision on their own.
So he nodded in agreement.
Gu Yunyang was completely unaware of any of this.
By the end of the day, all twenty acres of land had been planted because of the large number of people.
Gu Hanping also remarked, "I hope we can harvest more grain this year. I hope we can reclaim more wasteland next year."
Reclaiming wasteland wasn't something that could be done casually; you had to get permission from the commune first.
Looking at the roughly two acres of soybeans, Gu Hanping said, "I hope this will also yield a good harvest."
Gu Yunyang knew what he was thinking and nodded: "When the year is over, dry the soybeans and press them for oil. Hopefully we can have a prosperous year."
People with urban household registration also receive a monthly fuel coupon, although it's not much.
People in the countryside only have the pigs they raise at home for the New Year, and they take out the fat from the pigs to render oil every year for the New Year.
Or perhaps they bought fatty meat at some point in the day and rendered it into oil.
Also, in winter, after the late rice is harvested, rapeseed flowers are planted.
In the spring, the rapeseed will be harvested and pressed for oil.
There's very little else.
It's no wonder that people these days have such sensitive noses; they can smell even a little bit of meat.
They simply lack oil in their stomachs, so regardless of gender, they can eat three or four bowls of food at every meal.
Since there wasn't enough oil, we had to use carbohydrates to make up for it.
Unfortunately, these past two years, even getting enough to eat has been difficult.
As soon as we came down the mountain, someone from the commune came to inform us that we should go to a meeting at the commune tomorrow.
The visitor was Hao Jianshe's nephew.
Gu Yunyang gave him two pounds of chestnut sweet potatoes and stuffed a few White Rabbit candies into his pocket: "These are new sweet potato varieties I got from a friend. They're crisp and sweet. Let Officer Hao try them. By the way, what should we talk about at the meeting tomorrow?"
Officer Hao felt there was nothing he couldn't say. He had just received a few kilograms of sweet potatoes and a few White Rabbit candies from them, so he revealed a few things: "It should be about the grain quota we talked about last time."
He just nodded and didn't say anything more.
No matter how Gu Hanping asked, it was no use.
In the end, nothing came of it.
After seeing Officer Hao off, Gu Hanping called everyone together for a meeting at the brigade headquarters, including the squad leaders.
Gu Hanping simply said, "We've already told you about what happened last time. This meeting is probably to finalize this matter."
They heard that they had to pay more grain, and that it was mostly refined grain.
Everyone looked unwell.
Especially this year, typhoons have already affected yields per acre.
For a moment, everyone fell silent.
But this matter still needs to be resolved.
Fan Xiangbei said, "Everyone knows what's going on in the Central Plains. Even though we're facing our own difficulties, we should still help where we can. Although we have a shortage of fine grains, at least we're still well-fed. Especially..."
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