Soon, the day for distributing the grain arrived. Perhaps sensing something was about to happen, Li Weiguo chose the stage as the location for distributing the grain, rather than the warehouse.
Seeing that everyone had been gathered under the stage and that almost everyone had arrived, Li Weiguo then signaled to Zhang Qinghua.
"Qinghua, go check the work points. If there are no problems, we'll distribute the grain," Li Weiguo said in a deep voice.
Grain distribution is a major event, so it cannot be taken lightly and must be handled very clearly, otherwise it will cause a lot of trouble.
Therefore, every year, Xiao checked the work points to ensure they were accurate before distributing the grain.
Zhang Qinghua knew the procedure, nodded, and stood in the middle of the stage, looking at the bustling crowd below.
The distribution of grain was a big deal for everyone, and a good thing at that, so many people had smiles and joy on their faces.
Therefore, many people below stood in twos and threes with acquaintances, discussing in hushed tones, making the scene quite noisy.
Zhang Qinghua coughed lightly to draw everyone's attention. "Everyone, please be quiet for a moment. Let's check our work points."
"Everyone, take out your work point notebooks!" Zhang Qinghua shouted, while he himself had already taken out his own notebook.
Upon hearing Zhang Qinghua's words, many people lowered their heads and took out their accounting notebooks.
Some families had several members, and they were all urging the person holding the account book to take it out quickly.
Zhang Qinghua waited patiently until everyone quieted down and looked at him before speaking again.
"Let's start with the first group. Everyone listen carefully. If there are any differences, speak up immediately. If you want to change things later, it will be much more troublesome."
Besides, you have no objections now. If you raise issues later, no one will believe you.
Many people understood the seriousness of the matter and nodded seriously, their expressions grave. "Okay, we understand."
Upon hearing the answer, Zhang Qinghua began reading from the first house at the very top of the first brigade, and everyone listened attentively.
Of course, many people are illiterate. Some people will ask literate people to help them read, while others have their own methods.
There were all sorts of things, but Zhang Qinghua didn't care about them, as long as things were clear.
His voice was deep and mellow, and with his ability to control it, it sounded steady and powerful. His enunciation was clear, and his pace was slow. Everyone cooperated well, and that's how they gradually moved forward.
After reading each household's name, he would ask, "Is there anything wrong with your answer?" Everyone said no, but some people's expressions were unusual.
Zhang Qinghua didn't care about any of that. As long as there was no discrepancy, he would immediately move on to the next place. He wasn't that curious about other people's affairs.
And so, although it seemed slow, it happened very quickly, and the whole group finished reading.
The other brigades listened quietly, and no one dared to speak up and cause trouble, lest they incur the wrath of the crowd.
"The first batch has finished reading. I wonder if there are any problems?" Zhang Qinghua asked again, but his gaze was focused on Luo Weijia.
The entire team loudly proclaimed, "No problem." Even Luo Weijia calmly shook his head.
Zhang Qinghua nodded in satisfaction and continued with the second brigade. They went from brigade to brigade, and it took them nearly three hours to finish reading the work points of all the people in the five brigades.
Finally, Zhang Qinghua checked again, "Are there any problems with everyone's work points?"
Most people said there was no problem, but many of them seemed hesitant to speak.
Zhang Qinghua raised an eyebrow, thinking to himself that it seemed Song Lili's prediction was correct; there really were people who felt something was wrong and wanted to stir up trouble.
Zhang Qinghua turned his head slightly. He looked at Li Weiguo standing not far away, Yang Weimin beside him, and several captains not far away.
Finally, his gaze settled on Daqing, the militia captain, who had been deliberately summoned today.
Zhang Qinghua was not in a hurry. He stood silently, upright and calm, as if nothing could make him flustered. He could put people at ease at a glance.
Song Lili mingled in the crowd and saw Zhang Qinghua, who seemed to be surrounded by a radiant aura. She couldn't help but smile sweetly.
The more I look at this person, the better they seem, and the more I want to get closer to them.
However, this person is someone she likes, which is great.
Song Lili only thought about it for a split second. She immediately focused all her attention on the crowd around her.
She came here specifically today; otherwise, she wouldn't have believed Zhang Qinghua could make a mistake since she doesn't usually get involved in distributing grain.
However, upon closer inspection, it became clear that some people were still unwilling to give up and were trying to gain more benefits for themselves.
The middle-aged woman to Song Lili's left looked eager to try, and she could be heard whispering to the person next to her.
“My son is a Red Army soldier, and this is something that the leader himself supported. How can he not get work points?”
“Red Guards like them should also keep track of work points.” Then, she joined forces with other families in similar situations who shared the same sentiments, saying, “We mean it.”
The people below began to discuss and whisper among themselves, eventually forming a low-frequency buzzing sound.
Finally, it was indeed an older woman from the large group who stepped forward, and standing next to her was presumably her son.
"I...I have a problem." The woman was also feeling uneasy, so the hesitation in her voice was obvious even without listening carefully.
Zhang Qinghua raised an eyebrow again, not revealing his thoughts for the moment, but simply smiling at the aunt with a very polite attitude.
"Auntie, there's a problem with your family's work points record. Whose is the problem? Yours? Or Uncle's?" There are only three people in this family.
"Everything... is fine." The aunt stammered out these words.
"No problem?" This time, Zhang Qinghua stopped his underhanded tactics and looked at her openly with a puzzled expression. "Then why would Auntie say there's a problem?"
The woman felt even more guilty, but remembering what her son had said to her, she immediately straightened her back.
Well, my son said he's making a revolution, doing something good for everyone, and something the leaders support.
Therefore, they should receive work points.
Thinking of this, her guilty expression disappeared, and she even felt a sense of self-righteousness.
“Ours is fine, but my Junzi’s is. Why are his work points so few?” He only has a pitiful few, and some of them were recorded in early spring.
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