After the little guy, who was covered in mud, washed himself and became a clean little ball again, Wang Dahai took a few people out.
Go and see their fields, land, and mountains!
Although they don't live in the village, they still need to know which one belongs to them.
Wang Zhaozhao, Wang Dahai and Xie Ailian owned one acre and two mu of farmland, one acre and two mu of land, and one acre and five mu of mountain.
Kids Qiao Li and Wang Chaohui own eight parts of farmland, eight parts of land, and one acre of mountain.
Together, there are two acres of farmland, two acres of land, and two and a half acres of mountain.
“We really have very little farmland here.”
Wang Zhaozhao sighed solemnly. Farmers still rely on farming for their livelihood... But if there are no natural disasters and people are hardworking, even if they can't eat all the white rice they want, they will never go hungry.
Moreover, it can be cultivated.
Feed the pigs, raise the chickens, ducks and geese, and life will gradually become more enjoyable.
As the wind of reform and opening up blows wider and wider, those who are brave enough will break out...
"Oh, the future is bright!" Wang Zhaozhao suddenly exclaimed loudly again.
"What's going on again?" Xie Ailian wondered.
Wang Dahai glared at her, "Zhao girl, you see things clearly. You have hope for life."
"Yes, aunt, Miss Zhao has seen our good future." Wang Xiangdong came at some point.
In fact, when their family came out, some people from the village gathered around.
Just join in the fun.
Everyone was really happy, and maybe even a little bit showing off.
It’s like a group of children suddenly get a piece of candy and are very happy. A few children are not at home, but the candy is still distributed. When they come back, everyone comes to tell them that there is candy.
Of the two acres of land, eight-tenths are in the village, which means they are good land.
There is a river in the village, with small ditches built on both sides for easy irrigation, plowing and transplanting... until harvesting, the land is flat and close.
Four points are on the top of the opposite mountain. Although there is a pond there to store water, it is not enough, so we can only rely on the sky.
There is another three-point pond halfway up the mountain behind the village, where there is also a water pond, which is better than the one on the opposite mountain.
Another five percent is a small path from the village back to the mountain, around the ridge, in the valley behind, where water depends on rain or manual fetching.
However, the latter two locations are within the irrigable area where the county plans to build canals.
Therefore, everyone regarded the fields below the halfway point of the mountain behind the village as second-best fields.
The fields on the top of the mountain and on the opposite mountain are called "difficult fields".
Arriving at the edge of the fields on the opposite hilltop, Xie Ailian sighed, "These four acres of land..."
"As long as there is no natural disaster, there will always be some harvest." Wang Dahai is open-minded.
If you have land to farm, what's there to be afraid of? Just work on it!
Those of their generation who have survived to this day have experienced all kinds of hardships. For him, life now is simply too good.
This was the third time he had experienced land distribution. The first time was during the war, when the landlords in the surrounding area collapsed and the land in each village was divided up among the people in the village.
The second time was after liberation, when there was a large-scale coordinated plan and the land was formally distributed.
Later, when collective labor was carried out, the land was handed back, and now it has been redistributed.
"It's okay, it's not a big problem. These four mu of land can be used to grow sweet potatoes at worst." Wang Zhaozhao also comforted Xie Ailian.
"Growing sweet potatoes is possible, but it's a little tiring when digging and carrying them down the mountain, but you don't have to worry about it like growing rice."
Xie Ailian sighed again when she said this, "I just don't know if there are any regulations that prohibit rice fields from being used as dry land."
ah?
Wang Zhaozhao was dumbfounded. There must be some regulations?
It seems possible?!
"You'll know when the time comes." Wang Dahai was not worried at all.
Wang Zhaozhao nodded repeatedly, yes, yes, it’s not a big problem.
The main thing is that they don’t farm at home, they probably farm for others.
If they have good land and add up the four mu of land, they will only ask the people who grow the land to pay the corresponding public grain. In addition, they will be given 200 kilograms of millet per mu of land. There will definitely be people who are willing to take it.
Just as Wang Zhaozhao thought, many people in the village had already made up their minds.
It’s impossible for Wang Dahai and Xie Ailian to stop going to the city and just farm in the village, right?
Some time ago, Wang Fangbing went to work in the city again. With the help of Chen Meiru, Wang Fangbing and his two sons, it was not easy for their family to farm their own fields.
Wang Erbing's image in the village now is a bit like a lazy guy.
Wang Sanbing is indeed hardworking, but they only have one acre and two mu of land. If he relies on himself, he will definitely not be able to farm the two acres of land of Wang Dahai and others.
At this time, even those young wives who envy being able to separate the family can't help but think that this is the advantage of not dividing the family.
The mountain we were allocated was not bad, two acres and a half, divided into only two places.
One area is deep mountains with bamboo, pine, fir and other trees growing there, and the other area is mixed mountains with many rocks and mixed trees.
"Grandpa, these mountains are given to us, so what can we do with them? They are our own and we can cut down trees when we need them." Wang Zhaozhao was so happy that he could be given the mountains, but he didn't know what to do with them.
"No!" Wang Dahai shook his head. "You can't just cut down trees. Even if they're your own, you need permission."
"Ah?" Wang Zhaozhao opened his mouth wide.
"The village selected a mountain ranger yesterday." Wang Dahai couldn't help laughing when he saw her like that, so he explained in detail.
"A ranger is someone who's in charge of patrolling the mountains. They count how many bamboos, fir trees, pine trees, and camphor trees there are in our mountains. In short, they all count them.
Of course, we should be more careful about those evil-hearted people who steal bamboo and trees from other people’s mountains.
We also have to check from time to time. If we find anything missing, we have to report it. They will investigate and punish anyone caught.”
so.
Wang Zhaozhao smiled and said, "I've learned something new."
Wang Xiangdong, who had accompanied her all the way, looked at her and added jokingly, "Of course, there are advantages to dividing the mountains among households. It prevents people from cutting down trees at will. But if the trees are collected, they will be paid by the tree or by the kilogram.
When the time comes, someone will come and select the trees, choosing their age and appearance. They will only cut down trees that are older than a certain number of years. Those that are crooked and unusable will not be taken. Then you can go to the village and get a permit and cut them down yourself."
"Wow……"
Wang Zhaozhao exclaimed, "I didn't expect there would be so much to this."
"Isn't it?" Wang Xiangdong saw that she was curious and wanted to hear more, so he added, "In our area, bamboo grows very quickly. We can produce a batch every few years, which is also a source of income for everyone..."
On the way out of the mountain, Wang Zhaozhao heard some things that were not in the textbooks, and thought of a saying - live by the mountain and eat the mountain, it turns out there are these things.
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