When the recorder heard that Qiao Anle was going to take the initiative to participate in the labor, he felt like he had been acupunctured and could not move.
With the pair of black-framed glasses on the young man's face, he looked even more stupid, like a wooden man in a comedy movie.
Qiao Anle saw this.
Without wasting any more words, she took the record book from the recorder and began to read it page by page.
Relying on the social experience from his previous life, Qiao Anle soon understood the general situation of this small mountain village.
The commune is now a collective state, and work points are distributed according to labor.
The most basic of these is distribution according to work.
In other words, the amount of work points is not determined by the length of working hours, but by the difficulty of the work.
Some light farm work is suitable for women, and the work points are relatively less.
It's about four to six work points a day.
Some heavy farm work is more difficult and requires more work points, about eight to ten work points.
There is a limit to the work points each person can get each month. Even if you have endless energy, you will not be allowed to work after the monthly work points are filled.
This is also Li Fengbei's special regulation, which emphasizes the combination of work and rest and sustainable development.
Qiao Anle flipped through the notebook and finally stopped at a certain page.
She pointed to the page and spoke to the recorder.
"Just put me here and I'll do this."
The recorder pushed his glasses up, looked down, and was startled again. The black-framed glasses he had just put on almost fell off again.
Because there were a few big words written on that page——
Mountain land reclamation.
Ten work points a day.
This can be said to be the hardest and most tiring job in the entire commune.
Some strong men cannot complete the specific work content in a day, and have to split up into two people to get the full ten work points.
The Qiao Anle in front of him...
A delicate, fair, tender and watery beauty.
And her thin arms and legs, she looks very weak.
Not to mention reclaiming wasteland in the mountains, I'm afraid I can't even lift a hoe.
"Sister-in-law, this won't do! This job is too tiring, you definitely can't do it. How about we change... change!"
"Whether you can do it or not, at least we won't know until I've done it. Please help me find a hoe to plow the soil. When the day is over, you can come and inspect the results, and remember to record my work points."
Qiao Anle did not give the recorder a chance to refute.
Her tone was firm, and she seemed to have the final say.
It’s decided.
The recorder had no choice but to find her a hoe for turning the soil as Qiao Anle requested.
The hoe was made of the heaviest black iron and was large and wide.
The young recorder felt it was heavy when he picked it up.
But after Qiao Anle took it over, he easily carried it on his shoulders.
Then he waved.
Just left like that.
The recorder was panicking: Could she really be able to open up new land?... Did I do something wrong?!
…
Under the summer sun.
Between dry mountains.
Qiao Anle wore a headscarf, held a huge hoe in his hand, and stepped on the yellow mud.
She waved her arms again and again.
The hoe in his hand fell down heavily again and again.
Shining beads of sweat oozed out from her white forehead and flowed down her fair skin.
Hanging on the tip of the nose and drooping on the small chin.
Qiao Anle worked very hard and didn't stop even though his face was covered in sweat.
Behind her was a large piece of wasteland that she had reclaimed, and the hard soil had been turned over several times.
Not only does she work quickly, but she also never does things half-heartedly.
Even if the stones were deep under the mud, she would diligently dig them out and move them away.
During the time that Qiao Anle was working.
The young recorder had come here several times before, feeling nervous, worried, and a little scared.
I’m afraid Qiao Anle will get “sick” again.
If he fainted in the fields, how would he explain to Li Fengbei?
but……
Every time the recorder came, he saw Qiao Anle, who was full of energy and seemed never tired.
Even because of labor, a blush appeared on the fair face.
The blush spreads like blush on the delicate skin.
There is also a layer of fine beads of sweat.
In the sunlight, Qiao Anle's whole face was shining.
After the young recorder took a few glances, his heartbeat suddenly became chaotic. He hurriedly looked away, blushing and not daring to look again.
When I come back for the last time.
He gave Qiao Anle a water bottle, put it down in a hurry, and trotted away.
Qiao Anle was in a good mood while working.
Indeed, labor is the most glorious! Labor is the most noble!
She was a person who could not sit still, and with the protection of the spiritual treasure space, her body was full of endless strength.
It's just reclaiming wasteland, it's a piece of cake.
Without the interruption of the recorder, Qiao Anle worked harder and faster.
After all, she had promised the three kids that she would go to Aunt Li's house to pick them up and she must not be late.
Boom boom boom.
The hoe fell heavily to the ground again.
Just when everything was going on, a voice interrupted Qiao Anle.
"Sister Qiao, Sister Qiao!"
"Sister Qiao! How can you do this job!"
"Sister Qiao, please stop doing this! Stop it!"
The sound came from far away and approached quickly.
When Qiao Anle looked up, she saw a girl of about eighteen or nineteen running towards her.
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