When Ruan Tang woke up, Ji Nanfeng had already left.
The person left, but left behind a pile of pants and a plaid red skirt that was so tattered that it was unsightly.
Ruan Tang took a deep breath. Her man's train of thought was really abnormal. He bought so many pairs of pants at once, enough for her to wear until she died.
Ruan Tang washed the skirt in the house, hung it up secretly, and then carefully locked the door.
Grandma Ji also wanted to go to the fields to earn work points, but Ruan Tang sternly stopped her, and she finally gave up. But she couldn't stay idle, so she moved a small stool to chat with the old sisters.
After drinking the porridge, Ruan Tang also went to the fields to help.
Father Xu felt that queuing up at the grain station every day to sell oil beans was too time-consuming, so it would be better to do it once a week, which would save a lot of manpower.
Others echoed the sentiment, saying that every time grain was delivered, four or five men, strong laborers, could do a lot of work in the fields. It would be better to save up grain every five days.
Yang Wannian disagreed. He drove his tractor to the grain station every day. It was his turn in half an hour on the first day, but he had to wait for at least two hours yesterday. He felt a little uneasy as he watched the grain station scattering money.
As soon as Yang Wannian opened his mouth, the other villagers expressed their disdain for him, saying that he wanted to take it easy and just drive a tractor outside for a day to earn ten work points.
Yang Wannian was driven to desperation and said bluntly: "I just feel uneasy. The money is all on the ground. It is not money if it is not in my pocket."
Ruan Tang also agreed, "You can go to other communes and see how crowded they are with people digging oil beans. If you think it's a waste of strong labor, why not join me?"
As the barefoot doctor in the team, Ruan Tang earned ten work points whether she worked in the fields or not. Everyone in the village agreed to her following the cart.
Pang Peng and Secretary Hu were both willing to follow the car, thus saving the labor force.
By Wednesday, the Qingyun Brigade had worked day and night and had earned a total of 10,000 yuan.
The whole village cheered.
At dawn on Thursday, Yang Wannian started the tractor and headed to the grain station alone.
When they arrived at the grain station, they were third in line.
Yang Wannian said lightly: "I came early today, I can come again when I get home."
When 7 o'clock arrived, the grain station was still not open.
Ruan Tang couldn't help but check the time frequently. It was 7:30 and the grain station was still not open.
Ruan Tang and Secretary Hu looked at each other and saw worry in each other's eyes.
Secretary Hu was getting a little restless, so he asked someone.
As soon as Secretary Hu left, the grain station opened.
The waiter called out over the loud speaker, "The granary is full. The truck is delayed on the road. We can only take 5,000 kilograms today. First come, first served."
The queue exploded instantly.
Are they only collecting 5,000 catties today, or will they only collect 5,000 catties from now on? They were clamoring for a definitive answer from the grain station.
The waiter yelled, "If any of the teams keep making noise, we won't accept them." M.
No one dared to make any more noise, for fear of being blacklisted.
"The grain warehouses are overflowing with oil beans. The leaders are worried you'll be uneasy, so they've even given up their offices to store the beans. But they can only handle 5,000 kilograms a day. Just wait for the big trucks to arrive in a few days."
After the explanation, we started to harvest the oil beans.
The Qingyun Brigade was the third to go, with the first and second batches each selling 2,000 jin. When it was their turn, they could only sell 1,000 jin, with another 1,000 jin still on the truck.
Either go or wait forever.
I can't leave. If I leave, I don't know where I'll be in the queue next time.
Secretary Hu left Pang Peng and Yang Wannian to look after the tractor while he had to go back to the village.
Ruan Tangchen pushed a bicycle to the family compound. When Ji Nanfeng heard about it, he asked for leave and followed him.
Ruan Tang sat on the crossbar and Secretary Hu sat in the back. It was already 11 o'clock when they returned to the village.
He went straight to the village office and used a loudspeaker to summon everyone to gather at the threshing ground.
The villagers were all working in the fields. When they heard the broadcast, they didn't want to stop. Wouldn't this delay their work?
"Captain, if there's nothing else, we won't be here."
The oil beans have been selling well recently, and Xu's father's prestige in the village has far surpassed that of Secretary Hu, and he has begun to look down on him.
"You guys keep working. I'll see what the old secretary wants to do."
Father Xu patted the dirt off his hands and said, "It's probably the first time he's personally handled so much money, and he's so excited that he wants everyone to see it. Don't mention it, the old secretary is old and his eyes are not so bright anymore."
The Hu family was a little embarrassed when they heard Mr. Xu's mocking tone. But when they thought of what Mr. Hu had told them, they gritted their teeth and endured it.
Father Xu, with his hands behind his back, walked leisurely towards the threshing ground.
When Secretary Hu saw Xu's father walking towards him slowly, he was so angry that he jumped up and down.
"Why are you alone? Didn't I ask everyone to come together?"
Father Xu waved his hand. "They're all working in the fields and don't have time to come. It's just a few yuan. There's no need to mobilize so many people."
Old Secretary Hu was so angry that he swung his cane and hit Xu's father in the face. "What a self-righteous person! Those oil beans are going to rot on the ground!"
Father Xu was hit and tried to fight back when Ji Nanfeng pushed him to the ground. "Are you trying to scare me? We've already sold 10,000 of them."
Secretary Hu was so angry that he was shaking all over and could only rely on Ji Nanfeng to help the man to the ridge of the field.
Secretary Hu was old after all, and he had managed to come back to take charge of the situation. Who would have thought that he would be irritated by the boastful father Xu? "Ruan Zhiqing, tell everyone about the situation in the city."
Ruan Tang told the truth, and when the villagers heard it, their enthusiasm suddenly drained away, and they collapsed on the ground. The money came so quickly that they felt uneasy, so they worked day and night, hoping to get the money as soon as possible.
"We'll harvest another 5,000 kilograms of beans tomorrow morning, and we'll be the first! There's another 1,000 kilograms on the tractor. Now everyone, whether carrying on shoulders or on their backs, must deliver 4,000 kilograms of oil beans to the city before 7 a.m. tomorrow."
"Even if I get scolded, I have to earn these 1,500 first!"
That night, the entire village of Qingyun Brigade went out and collected 5,000 kilograms.
Then Yang Wannian drove his tractor to the end of the line, with more than a thousand large lines of people lined up in front of him.
After returning to the village, Secretary Hu fell ill immediately. His mouth was full of blisters, and he couldn't eat or sleep well.
Considering that Secretary Hu was old, Ruan Tang did not dare to prescribe strong medicine and could only prescribe some Chinese patent medicine.
Father Xu secretly cursed Secretary Hu for being treacherous. He collapsed and everyone blocked his door, asking him to find a solution.
Father Xu tried to appease the villagers, "The leaders of the grain station have said that once the trucks are repaired, we can still harvest the oil beans as usual. If you all block here now, when the grain station harvests the oil beans as usual, we will just have to watch other brigades make money."
"I'll ask around. We mustn't lose our composure. After we harvest the oil beans, we still have summer planting."
The villagers knew that Father Xu had connections in the city, so they urged him to find out quickly. Then they gathered their thoughts and went back to work.
After the next door quieted down, Ruan Tang pulled Ji Nanfeng back to the room.
She always felt uneasy in her heart. In her previous life, the villagers had never thought of re-electing the team leader, and Xu's father did not try to grow 70 mu of oil beans, so even if the price of oil beans dropped sharply a year later, it would not have much impact on the Qingyun Team.
Perhaps it was the butterfly effect. The Qingyun Brigade planted nearly 70% of the oil beans, which also influenced the decisions of other brigades. All the brigades in Hongyang County planted oil beans to a greater or lesser extent.
However, she always felt anxious in her heart, and she wanted to persuade Ji Nanfeng to stock up on food.
When Ruan Tang mentioned stockpiling food, Ji Nanfeng thought it was unnecessary. "We're on rations. We have a quota every month. We can just go to the grain station and pick it up when the time comes."
There is no food grown in the fields, so what can be supplied to the city?
Seeing that she couldn't convince Ji Nanfeng, Ruan Tang decided to be more direct and just sleep with him.
Ruan Tang reached out and unbuttoned Ji Nanfeng's pants. Ji Nanfeng struggled to pull at the belt, "Buy, buy, buy. How much do you want? Is one or two jins enough?"
Upon hearing this, Ruan Tang's movements became more ferocious. She pushed Ji Nanfeng down, sat on him, and continued to strip off his clothes.
Ji Nanfeng: Damn, it seems his wife has big plans. But how big they are depends on how aggressive she becomes next.
Hmm, the female knight has bad intentions!
Next, the only thing left in Ji Nanfeng's mind was grass.
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