Poor thing, Zeng Jinhuan is over ten years old. Her normal weight should be over 60 kilograms, but she is only 48 kilograms. People even tease her for being fat.
In fact, the children in the village were generally thin and could not meet the height and weight standards for children in later generations.
Some people would bring up genes as an issue, which I cannot deny, but in fact nutrition is the most important thing.
Accountant Hu finished counting the weights and reported the figures: "All the fish weighed a total of 1,452.3 jin."
"Oh oh oh, less than 1,500 pounds, Goudan, come here, the soles are coming!"
"Hehe..., you're bragging too much!"
Two villagers started to make a fuss, but it was obvious that they had no ill intentions. One thousand four hundred and fifty kilograms, let alone fish, even if it was food or coarse grains, it would be enough to make them happy.
Now that the quantity is determined, the final question becomes how to distribute it.
After Secretary Wang raised the question of how to distribute the funds, he looked at Zeng Wangcai intently, waiting for him to speak.
What he did was pretty good. If it were someone else, he would probably put on airs and make the decision directly.
To be honest, Zeng Wangcai did not consider the issue of distribution before fishing, because the fish were all his. Giving a little to the village was a favor, giving more was a thank you for the village's help, and giving even more was the result of Goudan and his friends' own labor.
But now there are two problems. First, Goudan and his friends caught a lot of fish. Second, apart from themselves, no one else can tell who caught how many fish.
"Well, can we let the village chief decide?" Zeng Wangcai tactfully said, "After all, we are all members, and going fishing will also take up the time of the members."
When fishing in the afternoon, Zeng Wangcai heard Goudan and the others shouting and realized that they actually fished on weekdays. The production team would even organize members to go fishing and hunting during the slack season, such as the last time they hunted wild boars, but the harvest was not this good.
Zeng Laosan was also unsure and said anxiously, "How about... Secretary Wang, you decide?"
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