"Do you, a little kid, have the right to speak here? Tsk, I've even told you everything, how many numbers do you know?"
Fu Baoer looked at the person who was speaking and found it was Zhao Li. She said it sounded so familiar. Fu Baoer never expected that the first person to question it would be her.
"Mom! What are you saying! My younger sister is so awesome." Cheng Jie didn't expect his mother to say such a thing. He was angry and anxious. Originally, they had a good relationship among brothers and sisters. They didn't dislike each other because of the grievances of the previous generation. But this Zhao Li tried to sow discord between them every day. Over time, it would sooner or later create a gap between them.
Zhao Li glared at Cheng Jie, her hands not idle either, and pinched him, "I'm your mother, how dare you talk to me like that!"
"Mom, stop talking nonsense. What has you got to do with this?" When Chengru grew up, he strongly disagreed with some of Zhao Li's behaviors, but because of her biological mother's identity, the two brothers could not say anything.
"Zhao Li, you're not very smart, don't blame our little Bao'er," someone said, speaking up for Fu Bao'er. "That little comrade Fu Bao'er has been very smart since she was young. Last year, when the village distributed meat and money, she didn't even need an abacus. She just divided it up for everyone without any mistakes. Have you forgotten?"
Of course Zhao Li knew this, but she felt in her heart that Chen Zhifang must have calculated it in advance and told Fu Baoer. How could a six-year-old child be so good? Her Chengru and Chengjie were both terrible at arithmetic.
"Bao'er, don't listen to your second aunt. She was given less food and money last year, and she's holding a grudge!"
The villagers all burst into laughter when they heard this. This was really a strange thing in Qingshan Village. At the end of every year, the second and third branches of the Fu family would make a big fool of themselves. Either the food was eaten by rats not long after they brought it back, or the meat they shared was taken away by animals running down the back mountain.
In addition, these two families were lazy and only cared about eating and working, so when the work points were settled at the end of the year, they did not get much money, and their lives became more and more difficult.
The villagers all said that it was because they separated from the elderly and severed ties, which displeased God, and these unfilial people were punished. Others felt that Fu Baoer's name was well chosen, and whoever had such a blessing would enjoy it. Li Ying and Zhao Li, who drove the grandfather and grandchildren out, lost the blessing bag, and they were about to suffer misfortune!
Fu Baoer waited patiently until everyone had finished speaking before he leisurely took out his work points book and the village account book and pointed them out to everyone: "Grandpas, grandmas, uncles, aunts, please take a good look. What is the harvest of our village this year?"
"What the hell?! Over 500,000 jin of grain?!" Those who could read were shocked by the number. "Oh my goodness, our village originally had over 500 mu of land, and this year we opened up almost another 100 mu. So, the per mu yield must be... must be..."
Fu Baoer slammed the notebook on the table and said, "The yield per mu is 700 kilograms!"
Then, Fu Baoer fiddled with the abacus beads in a serious manner: "In previous years, our harvest was actually quite good, second only to the big villages such as Hexi Village and Luzhuang in the commune. But this year, the first place in our Hongqi Commune must go to Qingshan Village!
When the team leader and the secretary left, they told me, "We'll continue with the distribution method from previous years. We'll deduct the public grain and the grain reserved for seed, and give 70% to each person. Based on work points and headcount, some people in our village could get 400 kilograms of grain this year!"
"Hey, Xiaobao, can you give me more? Four hundred kilograms of food sounds like a lot, but after a year, there won't be much left."
This is the truth. The current food is mainly corn and other foods. The fine grains have all been taken out by the villagers to exchange for money. In fact, there is not much left for themselves to eat. Fu Baoer wants to feed Qingshan Village into fat people in one breath, but the reality does not allow it.
"Grandma Liu, I know you're anxious, but don't worry," Fu Baoer spread out the account book. "There's good news. Our village's profits are very good this year, and each household can get a lot more money than in previous years! Grandma Liu, your family has so many strong laborers, are you still worried about not having enough work points to spend?"
The account book that Fu Baoer took out was the village's annual expenditure and income account book, which was open and transparent. Of course, Chen Zhifang and Wang Youtian actually had more detailed accounts, but these were not in Fu Baoer's hands.
Next comes the lengthy process of paying wages. Every household and every person is clearly recorded in the notebook, including how much work they have done and how many work points they have earned this year. Everyone knows it clearly and it cannot be falsified or deceived.
Everyone who received the money was smiling happily. Fu Baoer really didn't lie. Those who had more laborers in their families received 100 yuan more this year than in previous years, and those who had fewer laborers could still get dozens more than before.
People like Zhao Li and Li Ying could only barely get by. In the past, everyone received about the same amount of food and money, but this year the gap suddenly widened. Li Ying's face was so dark that it looked like water was dripping out of it. It was clearly her own daughter who was dividing the money and food, but she couldn't say a word.
By the time it was the educated youth's turn, it was almost dark. The kerosene lamp in the house was dim, but Fu Baoer's eyesight was not affected at all. "Brothers and sisters, since you came late this year, the village has given you a lot of consideration in terms of work points. In addition, each of you has a monthly quota of 40 kilograms, so we won't share the food, but we can give you a little bit of salary."
In the first year, the educated youth had a food quota, but the next year they had no food quota and had to earn their own food like their fellow villagers.
"Oh, we can still get paid?" Li Jiawei found it unbelievable. The work she did was much worse than that of other villagers.
Fu Baoer nodded in affirmation. The money, tickets and the like were divided in the same way as the villagers did, according to work points. It was just that the educated youth did not get much. After all, they had just arrived and their work was not very good.
Everyone felt bad looking at the dozen yuan in their hands. This was the first time they had earned money by themselves, and it was so hard. In the past, they only knew how to study and didn't understand the hardships of life. Now they know how much effort everyone has put in to live a better life.
Looking at the kindness and friendliness of the villagers around them, and their innocent and simple smiles, the scenes of everyone sweating in the fields in the past came to the minds of the educated youths. For the first time, they realized the significance of this trip to the countryside.
"Baoer, I still owe money to our village. I don't want this. Please pay it back to the team leader and the secretary for me." Tian Tian put the money on the table. She had to work harder, otherwise she would never be able to pay off her debt.
Fu Baoer pushed the money back and said, "Captain Grandpa said that you should take it and return it to others first. There's no need to rush the villagers."
Well, I have enough money from selling wine, so I don’t need these few things.
“我的呢......为什么没有我的钱？”吕微见大家都开始走了，福宝儿也没有喊她的名字，不由得着急，倒不是在乎这点儿钱，只是她凭什么没有？
福宝儿只好重新坐下：“吕微同志，你的工分几乎没有，哪来的钱？念在上次你已经把村里借给你的粮食都还上了，我们友情提醒，明年开始，你就没有定额粮了，如果再这样下去，我们青山村可容不下您这尊大佛。”
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