When Ning Jing heard Fu Hongxing's uncertain words, her face was full of melancholy.
What are you worried about?
Seeing her furrowed brows, Fu Hongxing chuckled and stepped forward, patting her forehead as he spoke.
"If we have to hand over all the grain we raise, what about the poultry we raise?"
Ning Jing thought a lot about things. The dozen or so chickens at home were all carefully raised by Tie Dan and Xiu Chun.
If it's handed over like this, they'll definitely be very unhappy.
When asked this question by Ning Jing, Fu Hongxing was taken aback for a moment, then calmed down and sighed softly.
According to the information he gathered, each household could only keep one-tenth of an acre of land to grow vegetables, and each household could raise a maximum of three chickens.
I'm afraid these dozen or so chickens will be killed and eaten soon.
Hearing Fu Hongxing's news, Ning Jing was greatly shocked. She had originally planned that with a dozen or so chickens laying eggs, she could get a dozen or so a day, which would allow her to exchange them for goods at the supply and marketing cooperative.
It can also supplement children's nutrition every day.
Given the current situation, that's probably not possible.
"These matters are still under discussion and may not necessarily be implemented."
Seeing Ning Jing's anxious expression, Fu Hongxing couldn't help but comfort her.
"If that really doesn't work, I'll give the extra chickens to the village as a donation. Is that alright?"
Ning Jing gritted her teeth, thinking that it would be such a waste to kill these chickens before they even laid eggs, given how hard they had worked to raise them.
It would be better to put them in the village's breeding farm, so they can lay more eggs and sell them for money. At least when it's time to distribute the profits, their family will get a share.
It's unclear whether Tan Dingguo was simply throwing caution to the wind and, despite being labeled a backward village, while other brigades were implementing the communal dining system, Xishan Brigade dragged its feet for almost three months without agreeing to do so.
During this period, the Fu and Zhao families each built houses, and Genlin also brought his wife home.
When Ning Jing went to the wedding banquet for Genlin's wife, she noticed that the bride was extremely thin.
I don't know if it's because of previous malnutrition, but my hair is a bit dry and yellow.
However, because of the happy occasion, he looked quite well.
At least, on the second day after the wedding, she got up early to tidy up the house and yard, and even made breakfast for everyone.
However, when Zhao's third son, Genshu, and daughter, Gendi, secretly came to whisper to Tiedan and Xiuchun, Ningjing overheard them.
They both hung their heads, thinking that their sister-in-law's cooking was really bad.
Although my mother usually cooks with little oil and salt, at least you can still see a trace of oil in her cooking.
The food his sister-in-law cooked was so bland that they could barely taste the salt, let alone the oil.
The wild vegetables were boiled in water, and they didn't even add a single grain of salt.
The drink had a strong grassy taste, and Genshu and Gendi almost thought they were about to turn into cows or sheep!
However, Wang Guihua expressed satisfaction with this matter.
After all, compared to being extravagant, such frugality is a virtue.
Unlike the Zhao family, who were in a hurry to get married, the new house was decorated as a new home after it was built and dried a little.
Ning Jing's family, however, was worried about the dampness inside, so they kept the kang (a heated brick bed) burning and left the house empty.
Ning Jing thought that since winter was coming soon, she might as well wait until next year to move in. This way, she could save some firewood and only need to burn firewood in one room.
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