Although Zhao Gendi is not good at studying, it doesn't mean she's stupid.
At school, because she was so old but still in the lower grades, countless people gossiped about her behind her back!
Zhao's second son, Genmu, is now 15 years old and a grown man.
I will never do the fishing in the river again.
He followed his older brother's example and worked in the fields with Zhao Dazhu every day to earn work points.
Now he's almost as well-off as his father and older brother, earning about 8 work points a day.
In addition, Zhao Genshu is already 11 years old. In a few years, he will be able to earn about the same number of work points as the others.
In this way, almost everyone in the family can earn work points for the household.
The twins often took their two little nieces to visit Gendi at the Zhao family home.
Although Gendi is 9 years old, she is not impatient at all with her four little ones who are only 234 years old.
Once he finishes what he's doing, he'll play house with his four children.
When Ning Jing arrived at the farm, she looked exhausted.
"Ning Jing, why don't you go back and rest for a while today?"
Wang Guihua walked over and, seeing Ning Jing's appearance, offered some words of comfort with a touch of heartache.
"No, we need to pack up all the duck down this year immediately."
"Take advantage of the good weather and wash all the duck down thoroughly, then dry it in the sun."
Although ducks lay eggs at about the same time as chickens, none of the ducks raised in Xishan Village have been killed so far.
Now, these ducks have been around for almost three years.
A three-year-old duck, stewed together with ingredients like ginseng and astragalus, is incredibly nourishing!
Ning Jing didn't care whether the old duck was good for her health or not; what she cared about was the down from the ducks whose leg feathers had been removed.
After cleaning, spread them out on flat sieves to dry. I got some fine-mesh gauze from the textile factory and stretched it over those sieves.
In this way, after the down comforters are washed clean, they can be placed in the sun to dry quickly, even though they are covered by gauze.
Moreover, we are not afraid of the down, because after it dries, the cotton fibers will fly everywhere when the wind blows gently!
However, because of the large-scale slaughter, it was a pity that these three-year-old ducks were sold off so cheaply, and I have to say I felt quite bitter.
The down and blood from the ducks were considered extra income.
Every time a duck is killed, the duck blood is collected together, which is troublesome to take to the county town.
So, Ning Jing discussed it with the village chief, Tan Dingguo, and decided to keep the duck blood. Anyone who wanted to try it could sign up at the brigade headquarters and exchange it for work points.
It's not even the end of the year yet. Although every household has enough food and farms have chickens, ducks, pigs, and rabbits, all the meat has to be sold to the supply and marketing cooperative in the county town.
The money from the sale, when distributed among everyone, will allow them to live comfortably, but they'll rarely get to eat meat.
So, if we can't have duck meat, buying some duck blood for the kids at home to satisfy their cravings is a good alternative.
The two large buckets of duck blood were sold out in no time.
However, Wang Guihua was careful when she slaughtered the ducks, and secretly saved a basin of duck blood for a few people in the farm.
So that people won't be so eager to grab it, and then they won't be able to grab it after they finish their work.
Tan Dingguo turned a blind eye to Wang Guihua's behavior.
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