"Zeng Laosan knows. It's okay. We don't make money." Zhang Xiuzhi looked at Zeng Wangcai with watery eyes, pleading, "The village brigade has handed over part of the grain. The rations are not enough. If we don't find a way, people will starve to death..."
The conditions in the area near Zengzhuang were better and the harvest was also better, but correspondingly, the tasks assigned by Maihe Commune were also heavy. It was normal that there was not enough food after handing over the grain.
Don't talk about the fixed number of contacts. You are in a big melting pot and it is impossible to stay out of it.
There would be no problem in selling local specialties to supply and marketing cooperatives or government canteens with purchasing targets, so Zeng Wangcai thought about it and agreed.
I asked about the situation of grain delivery in the village, and these information indirectly confirmed what Huang Liang said.
"What did you bring?" Zeng Wangcai asked.
"More than 30 kilograms of frogs. It's hard to catch frogs in the village now." Zhang Xiuzhi said, "Since we caught them once, many people are catching them now. We are almost out of them. In addition to frogs, we also caught 5 or 6 kilograms of dried mushrooms, more than 10 kilograms of dried bamboo shoots, and about 10 kilograms of vermicelli. My second uncle caught a rabbit and four pheasants.
"By the way, Zeng Lao San asked if you could bring a few big ones back to him if you catch any more fish, and he would take them to the commune."
"Give?"
"He doesn't have any money either. He said he could either write an IOU or ask... ask Second Uncle to stop working and do something else. He will still keep the cents..."
It's normal that good things will be coveted by others, but I didn't expect Zeng Laosan to do this.
Since they hunted the wild boar, Zeng Laosan tasted the sweetness of success and thought that if Zeng Wangcai could hunt it, they could too, so he organized people to go to the mountains to hunt wild boars.
They killed a wild boar, which weighed less than 80 kilograms. This pissed off the wild boar's mother, Zhu Bajie's second aunt, and she rushed madly and violently, finally breaking the leg of a member of the commune. Zhu Bajie's second aunt then ran away.
So hunting wild boars is also risky. Exchanging a leg for a wild boar kid, I don’t know whether it is a profit or a loss.
Zeng Laosan heard that Zeng Wangcai had some good catches while fishing in the city, so he mobilized the other members to go fishing in the river. The result was obvious: the villagers, who lacked tools, had very little catches.
They all lived in and outside the village. The villagers were not well fed, so Zeng Laosan turned a blind eye to the villagers selling local specialties, and even thought of letting the capable Zeng Youhuo set traps to catch wild rabbits and pheasants.
"What does second uncle say?" Zeng Wangcai asked.
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