Seeing that Mo Chunsheng had taken his place and helped him out of the predicament...
Mo Yuan was naturally very grateful, and patted the other person on the shoulder, everything was understood without words.
He turned and left, making sure to take a detour on his way to the village.
Go check on Lin Xue. She promised Teacher Yan she would regularly record the piglets' growth and health.
Currently, only Lin Xue is capable of handling this task. Putting aside everything else, most people wouldn't understand the forms that Teacher Yan provided, let alone fill in the corresponding data.
Although the working environment wasn't great and the smell wasn't pleasant, Mo Yuan thoughtfully made two masks for Lin Xue.
There was still a slight odor, but Lin Xue didn't mind. She knew that compared to harvesting wheat in the fields, this was already a very easy job.
Moreover, I've been training over the past few years and I'm not so delicate anymore. I can do all the farm work normally!
The young couple chatted intimately for a while before reluctantly parting ways!
Mo Yuan didn't dare linger too long; taking the opportunity to snuggle up with Lin Xue for a bit was already his limit.
Otherwise, the people in the fields won't get their food, and I'll definitely get scolded!
Although people still respect me to some extent, they're not as overly polite. In the countryside, seniority still matters.
They still need to be scolded!
Upon arriving in the village, we found that everyone was busy with the wheat harvest and wouldn't be going home for meals for the next few days.
Otherwise, it would waste a lot of time. These past few days, we've gone back to communal cooking.
The large iron pots used in the communal canteens a few years ago have been brought out again and arranged in a row in the small square in the east of the village.
When Mo Yuan arrived, they were still busy at work, with several large pots constantly cooking stew.
The steamed buns on the other side, half wheat flour and half coarse grain, were already quite a luxury; it seemed the production team was prepared to spend a lot today.
After all, it's hard work, you can't do it if you don't eat well!
Seeing Mo Yuan arrive, Mo Chunsheng's wife teased, "Xiao Yuan, what are you doing here? Did you sneak out to slack off because you were tired from work, or are you hungry and sent to urge us to eat?"
Another woman said, "They must be here to urge us to deliver the food quickly, or maybe they're here to flirt with you, their sister-in-law?"
Mo Yuan knew he couldn't interrupt at this moment, and sure enough, Mo Chunsheng's wife blushed considerably.
She quickly retorted, "Fifth Aunt, what nonsense are you talking about? I wouldn't dare say something like 'Mo Yuan calls me sister-in-law.' We country folk are used to gossiping. If Lin Zhiqing heard that, she would overthink it! The young couple just got married and their relationship is great! Right, Mo Yuan?"
"Oh, right, right, Brother Chunsheng asked me to come and check on you. Sister-in-law and Fifth Aunt, I'll bring the food over when it's ready. We've been eating with our heads down all day and won't be coming back!"
"Yes, yes, then Mo Yuan, go find a car. We'll load all this up and take it back. We'll be done here in no time!"
Mo Yuan glanced at the carts and figured they wouldn't fit in one cart, so he made two trips and brought back two carts.
Just then, the food was ready. The vegetables were ladled into a large basin and loaded onto the cart. The steamed buns were placed in a bamboo basket and covered with a cloth.
To avoid getting dusty, several women carried thermos flasks, while Mo Yuan and another person pulled a cart, making their way to the fields in a grand procession!
When they arrived at their destination, it was around midnight. Mo Chunsheng and the others had already stopped what they were doing.
They're all sitting on the ground, resting.
Seeing the food arrive, they immediately cheered and rushed over; they were starving after a busy morning.
Soon everyone had a bowl of vegetables and two or three steamed buns in their hands, and they either squatted or sat directly on the ground.
They buried their heads in their food and started eating. Mo Yuan did the same. After serving the dishes, the two steamed buns were placed next to Mo Chunsheng.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Mo Yuan wanted to gauge Mo Chunsheng's opinion on the household contract responsibility system and subtly encourage him.
Although everything in the village, big or small, still required the approval of his father, the old Party Secretary Mo Youxian, based on the incident at the pig farm last time...
Mo Yuan also discovered that Mo Chunsheng, the team leader, was young, energetic, and highly receptive to new things.
As long as they can get past him, even if the village doesn't approve, they can still secretly carry it out on their own in a separate team!
"Brother Chunsheng, this year's harvest is pretty good. After paying the grain tax, every household should get a good share, right? Even if we eat as much as we want, we can still eat until the New Year, right? Plus, with the pigs we raised, we're sure to have a prosperous New Year!"
Mo Chunsheng, who was standing next to him, did indeed sigh.
"Xiao Yuan, what nonsense are you talking about? Who would dare to eat their fill of grain? Would they even survive? Even with sweet potato flour, cornmeal, and other coarse grains, along with wild vegetables, every year in April and May, it's a tough time because of the food shortage. Although it seems like our pig farm is doing well this year, no one can afford to eat all that grain!"
Seeing that the other party had taken the bait, Mo Yuan felt a surge of joy. That's exactly what I wanted. If you had enough to eat, what would be left for me?
Although Mo Yuan had countless ideas and many ways to get rich and help his fellow villagers escape poverty,
But the most important thing right now is to solve the problem of food!
At the very least, every household should be able to eat their fill every meal, right?
With just the work points from the production team, you can never dream of eating white flour steamed buns every day for the rest of your life!
To ensure they had enough to eat, the household responsibility system had to be implemented. Two years ago, eighteen households in Xiaogang Village, Fengyang County, Anhui Province, signed a waiver of responsibility.
The experiment was successful, and there was more grain than could be consumed that year. Last year, the program was promoted throughout the entire province.
If Mo Yuan and his group were in a place where, if he remembered correctly, the policy was only implemented after the central government issued a document in 1983, which promoted it nationwide.
They belong to the last batch; these events, one before and one after, occurred four or five years ago.
The bold get rich while the timid starve; they started much earlier than others.
In this life, Mo Yuan couldn't just stand by and watch Xiao Mo Village lag behind. He had to persuade, no, convince Mo Chunsheng, to implement a household-based responsibility system!
"Brother Chunsheng, have you ever heard of Xiaogang Village in Fengyang, Anhui?"
"Xiaogang Village? I don't know. But I know Fengyang in Anhui, the hometown of Zhu Yuanzhang, the Flower Drum Opera..."
"Uh, that's not what I meant. Have you heard of the household contract responsibility system?"
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