As the production team leader, Chen Gang always made decisions about all the actions of the production team and its members.
He decides what to do and what not to do, and everyone listens obediently.
They thought that Lin Mo, who was always lazy and good-for-nothing, had finally started to grow up and was beginning to appreciate how hard his mother worked.
Who would have thought that the brain that grew out would be crooked?
“Here, this captain’s job is yours,” Chen Gang openly mocked in an annoyed tone.
"If you're so capable, why do you still cause trouble for your mother every day?"
All eyes were on Lin Mo, who became the laughingstock in everyone's eyes.
Little did Lin Mo know that he had no intention of playing by the rules.
Being forced onto a pedestal like this, I, the duck, actually dared to go up the slope.
Lin Mo walked directly to Chen Gang's side and addressed the villagers loudly:
"The production team leader is appointed by the county after being collectively elected by the villagers."
"You should represent the interests of the village collective!"
"Right now, the whole village is drinking corn porridge. Even after the autumn harvest, when there is grain, we will still be drinking corn porridge."
"Hunting allows you to eat meat, and you're forbidding it?"
"That doesn't make sense!"
"Just ask anyone in the village, who doesn't want to have enough to eat! Who doesn't want to eat meat!"
"Who wants to drink plain water porridge with hardly any grains of rice every day!"
As soon as he spoke, chatter erupted.
Forget about eating meat; just hearing the word "meat" makes the villagers' mouths water reflexively.
But the essence of human beings is to repeat themselves. Now the whole village is repeating that the production brigade is good. Whether it's good or not, no one knows, but those who don't think things through think it's good.
Even if they realize something is wrong, they don't realize why it's wrong, and they don't dare to think about it under high pressure.
Chen Gang's thinking was completely different from his; he believed everything the production team did was right.
Who did the production team let go hungry?
"There was no unified distribution of oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, cloth, or coal by the production team! None of the team members' families could even afford a salty meal! They didn't even have cloth to make coats! And they didn't have coal to get through the winter!"
"They've only had porridge for a few days and they're already complaining and cursing? They've only had meat once and they can't see the good things about the production team anymore?"
"I also told you, what you did was called embezzlement! If the county finds out about this, you'll be lucky to escape jail! You'll be eating peanuts!"
"You still dare to shout at me!"
"A sinister wind and evil spirit!"
Chen Gang launched into a tirade of abuse at Lin Mo.
These words sounded ridiculous to Lin Mo. He glanced at the empty fields, which totaled a thousand acres of public land.
The village has 153 households and nearly 500 people.
With so many people working half-heartedly year-round, they only managed to cultivate a little over 700 mu (approximately 47 hectares), and 30% of it was left to lie fallow.
The efficiency issue is right in front of them, but their minds are still preoccupied with allocation problems.
It's utterly absurd.
"With less than 700 mu of wheat, frankly speaking, it doesn't need that many people to take care of it. One person can harvest 2 mu a day, and 50 people can finish harvesting in a week."
"At most, we'll need 50 more people to assist, and 50 more to tend the fields or do other odd jobs. The rest of us can be freed up to go fishing or chasing rabbits."
Hearing these words challenging his authority as captain, Chen Gang's face darkened further.
"Everything belongs to the public. You go and fight, I'll go and fight, what we're digging up is public property!"
"Why can't we fight things in the mountains!" Lin Mo argued forcefully.
"Even if it rots in the mountains, it still belongs to the public!" Chen Gang was about to grab him by the collar and give him a big slap in the face.
"So you're saying you'd rather let the good stuff rot in the mountains, and we'd all just have to starve and endure it, and it wouldn't matter if we starved to death?"
The two engaged in a fierce verbal battle.
In all these years, the village has never seen such a fierce argument.
The villagers watched blankly, occasionally licking the drool that overflowed from their mouths because of the sensitive words.
He repeatedly argued and challenged Chen Gang, who represented authority, based on reason.
The village chief licked his lips and slowly walked over from his house.
He burped, and a faint aroma of fish briefly wafted through the air.
After Lin Mo handed over the fish last night, Wu Fengshou was so hungry that he took advantage of the fact that the supply and marketing cooperative was deserted late at night.
So he secretly stole three pieces.
After getting home, I soaked them in salt water, skewered two pieces together with long wooden skewers, and put them directly into the stove to grill.
The family of four enjoyed a delicious meal all to themselves.
I stewed the remaining fish again this morning, and made rice soaked in the fish soup—another delicious meal.
Upon arriving, he heard Lin Mo and Chen Gang arguing heatedly, spitting at each other. He decided to wait and see.
At this moment, some villagers took Lin Mo's words to heart.
Miao Qingsong's family had tasted the sweetness of success, especially his father, Lao Miao.
While listening to the two men's boasting, Lao Miao pondered the events of the first few years after the establishment of the village brigade.
In those years, everyone was full of energy, and production efficiency was more than twice as fast as it is now.
Later, he gradually discovered that more and more villagers were dawdling at work, and at first he could suppress his anger.
But as time went on, even with the same amount of effort, the work seemed to never be finished.
Looking around, the villagers were still chatting and laughing, and the production team still had a positive atmosphere.
He started slacking off too. What else could he do but slack off? Everyone else was slacking off, and even if he didn't, he couldn't finish all that work no matter how hard he worked.
Moreover, Lin Mo made a very good point—
One person can indeed harvest two mu a day, and that's a conservative estimate.
In previous years, he had calculated that even if he worked tirelessly from morning till night, harvesting three acres wouldn't be a problem.
"Ahem, Captain," Old Miao mustered his courage, wanting to say what he considered to be a fair statement:
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