"Lin Yuxi stays."
Lin Yuxi pointed to herself, as if she hadn't expected Cao Wang to leave her alone.
Cao Wang did not dislike Lin Yuxi. Although his family were all capitalists who had been sent down to the countryside and were labeled as "foreign worshippers," the label would be removed once they received more honors.
"It's nothing. I've already submitted your certificate of bravery to the production brigade."
"We'll be able to reduce your workload from now on, but you'll still have to do the work. We'll just make it easier for you. Keep this to yourself and don't talk about it to anyone else."
Lin Yuxi hadn't expected that just a certificate of bravery would lighten her workload. Her eyes crinkled with a smile. "Thank you, village secretary."
“Now that your household registration has been transferred to Qinghe Village, you are now residents of Qinghe Village. If you don’t have enough food at home, you can come to me to borrow some,” Cao Wang said slowly after a moment of contemplation.
The Lin family has five members, including two elderly people who work but earn few work points, so they won't receive much grain when the harvest is distributed.
Lin Yuxi carried the stool home, thinking that the chicken feathers were almost dried, so she made a feather duster when she got back.
The mud-brick house had been partitioned, though only roughly covered by a curtain, but now there was an extra window, and the things and furnishings inside had been moved slightly.
Lin Yuxi took the bed out of the space. Sleeping like that was definitely not enough, so she disassembled the bed frame. It was better than sleeping on a wooden board.
She placed the bed frame in the corner. The 1.5-meter bed was just right for her alone. The bed frames in Gu Chen's old house were all quite good, all handcrafted by himself, and their craftsmanship and quality were much sturdier than hers.
"It's good that we separated Xixi's room during this break. After all, she's getting older, and it's not good for her to always sleep with the two of us." Grandma Lin muttered as she helped make the bed.
Dry straw was laid at the bottom, then a layer of cloth, then a cotton quilt, and then sheets and duvet covers.
"Of course, it was a bit cramped for three people to sleep, but now it's spacious enough for her to sleep alone." Lin's mother was putting on a quilt, and the brightly colored quilt cover was clearly out of place in this mud-brick house.
Lin Yuxi walked in after washing her hands. "Mom, I don't mind that it's crowded. I actually quite like sleeping with you all."
"Stop being silly. Get a good rest tonight. When you fetch water tomorrow, carry less and don't overwork yourself."
The next morning.
Everyone was responsible for carrying water; whoever finished their task could rest immediately.
Of course, at this time, the more you do, the more you get, and the less you do, the less you get. Many people are quite enthusiastic, like Gu Zhixiang. According to his age, he used to only need to cut two rows of wheat a day, but he cuts six or seven rows a day by himself.
However, not everyone can endure hardship. Those who just coast along are a minority, and some even have to borrow grain because there isn't enough to go around.
He Meifang was waiting in the field early in the morning, taking notes with her notebook and pen.
Carrying a bucket of water earns two work points, because you have to go back to the village well to fetch water, and then carry it up the mountain.
"Lin Yuxi, you just need to water the two rows of land today."
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