Zhang Xudong and his family of three returned to the county town after school started and began his comfortable and pleasant life again.
He Jingxian's injury has healed, but Zhang Xudong still has to pick her up and drop her off every day.
His reason was: This is the only serious thing I can do every day. What else can I do if I don’t pick you up?
Mr. Zheng's injury has healed, and he has already returned to the Nandu Army with Grandma Zheng in high spirits.
He no longer has to go to the hospital every day, so Zhang Xudong is really free.
Half a month later, it happened to be a Sunday, and Zhang Xiyan was taken out to play by her future sister-in-law.
Zhang Xudong was chopping firewood at home when Uncle Gen arrived early, bringing him the food that the team had allocated for his grandmother.
One hundred and ninety-six catties of food grain for the population and eighty-four catties of food grain for work points. A total of two hundred and eighty catties of food grain.
"Uncle Gen, go back and tell Uncle Dazhuang that if things don't work out, don't share the rations with me in the future.
My grandma doesn't live in the village anymore, so it's not good for her to share the rations, right?" Zhang Xudong said, looking at two or three bags of corn kernels.
"That won't do. As long as your grandmother's household registration is in our village, she will be responsible for the 70% of the population rations. This is the national rule, and we can't spoil it.
The same goes for the tickets. They are issued by the state based on population. Whoever it belongs to belongs to them. This cannot be messed up.
Even if your family doesn't have any of the straw, you're already at a disadvantage, so you can't have anything else."
Zhang Xudong listened to Uncle Gen's words and stopped insisting. After all, what he said made sense, and he couldn't let himself break the rules.
"Uncle Gen, how is the village now? Is it time to plant wheat?" Zhang Xudong asked.
Uncle Gen sighed immediately after hearing this, and said with a sad face:
"Oh, forget it. Ever since we paid the public grain tax, the village has been in turmoil all day long.
Every family had relatives coming to borrow grain, and the commotion was so fierce that even sisters started cursing their mothers! Quite a few even severed ties.
Even some teams came to your uncle Zhuang to borrow food from the collective.
Your uncle Zhuang was anxious, so he only left the crops and some food for the livestock, and distributed the rest.
Now he has some peace and quiet, but the commune members' homes are even more chaotic. These days, every family is like a boiling pot. It's really not a life for human beings."
Even Uncle Gen, who is usually tight-lipped, swore, which shows that the village is really in turmoil.
Uncle Gen paused and then continued:
"Before this incident was over, another working group came down from above.
They persuaded the members to immigrate to Yanbian.
I heard it’s quite far from here, and the Russians’ place is just across the street.
The government said that as long as you go there, you will be given food and houses.
He also said that there was plenty of land over there, and it was very fertile.
We can eat and drink more than we need if we only grow one crop a year, which is much better than life here.
All of a sudden, everyone lost interest in even growing wheat. They didn't know what to do.
After distributing the food rations, your third uncle divided the property among his four sons.
It seems that he is preparing to respond to the call to immigrate with his third and fourth children.
Dongzi, talk to your uncle, what's the best way?"
After Uncle Gen finished speaking, he looked at Zhang Xudong hopefully, hoping that he could give him some advice.
Zhang Xudong bared his teeth. Is this an easy idea? This concerns the future generations of people!
But when I think about the prosperous days in Northeast China in the future, I think it would be a good thing to go there, although it is a bit cold.
"Uncle Gen, there's a saying there: 'If you hit a roe deer with a stick and scoop fish with a ladle, a pheasant will fly into the rice pot.' Do you know what it means?"
Uncle Gen was confused when he heard this and said, "How could I, your uncle, know all this? Stop making fun of your uncle and tell me what it is."
"Uncle, what I'm saying is that the land there is rich in natural resources. Over there, you can easily hit a silly roe deer with a swing of a stick.
If you scoop water from the river with a ladle, you can get fish. When you cook, there are so many pheasants that they will fall into the pot by themselves.
Although this statement is a bit exaggerated, it also shows that they have no shortage of food.
So, a tree that doesn't move will die, but a person who moves will live. As long as life is easy, living anywhere doesn't mean living.
But it is really cold there in winter. I heard that it can be as low as minus 30 or 40 degrees Celsius at the coldest time.
So, each has its pros and cons. It depends on your choice."
Uncle Gen was still frowning after hearing this, but he didn't say anything else.
He also knew that for such a big matter, the final decision would have to be made by his family, and outsiders would not be able to make decisions for him.
It is not easy for Dongzi to tell me so much.
After Uncle Gen said goodbye and left, Zhang Xudong asked the grandmother who was sitting next to him picking corn:
"Grandma, do we still have any cotton coupons left?"
"There are a few more, probably weighing five or six pounds, but don't think about it.
I can't buy it. The supply and marketing cooperative hasn't seen any cotton in six months. I have money and coupons, but there's nowhere to buy it."
Zhang Xudong became worried after hearing this. We have everything to eat and drink in our space, but there is no cotton!
He thought that if someone in the village who was close to him was going to the Northeast and he couldn't help with anything else, it would be helpful to send him some cotton. But there was no such person.
"Grandma, do we have cotton seeds?" Zhang Xudong thought for a while and asked again.
"What's wrong? Do you want to plant cotton? Where?" Grandma looked at Zhang Xudong and asked.
"Yes, grandma. We have everything we need, but cotton is a headache.
The two mu of land inside is just sitting there idle anyway. We don't lack vegetables and grain, so we might as well plant some cotton there to help with emergencies."
After hearing what Zhang Xudong said, grandma went into the inner room and took out her pillow.
After the seller took apart the pillow, he took out all the cotton seeds inside.
"This is some cotton I planted on our private plot during the good years two years ago.
"These cotton seeds are two years old now, so they won't germinate very well. You can try it first, and we'll see if it works."
Zhang Xudong thought that as long as there was water from the space well, as long as the seeds were not cooked, there would be no problem.
Zhang Xudong and his grandmother picked the cotton seeds together. There was quite a lot, which should be enough for planting only two mu of land.
Zhang Xudong thought that he couldn't let his grandma be without a pillow, so he took out a spare pillow from the space and gave it to his grandma.
This is much softer than grandma's original pillow.
Zhang Xudong went into his bedroom, locked the door and entered the space.
He had never grown cotton before, so he just dug a hole ten centimeters apart, buried the cotton seeds, and watered it with well water, and that was it.
He had no idea how long it would take to grow cotton in space.
Zhang Xudong didn't expect that the immigration work would proceed so quickly.
Before his cotton grew, the first group of people left their hometown and went to a strange and distant place.
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