But he didn't dare to say anything bad about the police boy, so he said, "The leader just said that we must serve our own staple food.
Don’t we eat sweet potatoes?
The rice belongs to the brigade. We will have to wait until the brigade has handed over the public grain and there is any surplus before it can be distributed to our families. "
Now everything is collectively owned by the commune, and this is indeed the process.
Xie Wan asked: "How many people are there in your family? How much rice did you get last year?"
Old Man Tian said very honestly: "There are seven people in my family, and we only got 700 kilograms of rice last year. How can it be enough to eat?
But we exchanged the new rice for the old rice. One pound of new rice could be exchanged for one and a half pounds of old rice.
If that's not enough, the team also grows sweet potatoes and potatoes, and mixes them together, so we won't starve."
Xie Wan pretended to be surprised and asked, "Your brigade produces thousands of kilograms of grain per person, so why do you only distribute so little rice every year?"
Old man Tian complained: "What we grow is not ours. Isn't it all handed over to the state? In the past two years, God has given us food to eat, so we haven't starved. In the early years, we watched helplessly as the food we grew was shipped away, and we were starving..."
Xie Wan didn't ask any further questions.
Director Ye and Director Qiao were both silent.
Seeing that the atmosphere was about right, Xie Wan winked at Xu Bing, and Xu Bing asked the Tian family to bring the roast rabbit meat and pheasant meat to the table.
Xie Wan invited everyone to eat meat, and Pang Ming even took up his teacup and toasted the leaders with tea instead of wine.
The atmosphere became lively.
Everyone put their chopsticks into the dish, picked up a piece of meat, and praised the village's wood-cooked meat for its delicious taste.
As soon as Pang Ming picked up a piece of greasy rabbit meat and put it in his mouth, he heard Xie Wan sighing, "Although the game in the mountains is delicious, think about it, it's nothing to us city people.
Who among us doesn’t eat a pound or two of meat every month? Who doesn’t have white rice on the table every day?
But think about our peasant brothers, how hard it is..."
The originally delicious braised rabbit meat and pheasant meat became a little difficult to swallow in the leaders' mouths.
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