Li Jin is not Li Xiangdong. Having experienced the booming and free market economy of later generations, in this era, the important thing is not to violate policies.
"The policies from above might not be that strict, but our commune is just too controlling! Like, each family can only raise two chickens, ten families can only raise one pig, and you can't even raise sows! The chickens all belong to individuals, and look at everyone's chickens—they're all fat and well-fed, treated like royalty, all counting on the chicken coop to earn some pocket money. And look at the pigs! Each family feeds them for a day, nobody cares, the pigs are starving, their waists are thinner than willow branches. A few days ago I saw Gaifeng's mother carrying a basin of water, picking some wild vegetables, and throwing them into the pig's trough; the pig's tail even fell off!"
Li Xiangdong's mouth went on and on, complaining like a machine gun.
"Don't talk nonsense!"
Li Jin interrupted his son, subconsciously glancing around. Seeing that no one was paying attention, he whispered to his son, "It's none of your business how the commune makes its policies. Don't talk about these things with anyone in the future."
Although Li Jin himself had some reservations about the policies of Wudahe Commune, he couldn't let his son say it.
"Let's not talk about the commune. Let's talk about eating pork. Our commune's slaughterhouse has a rule of slaughtering one pig every three days. Before it's even slaughtered, the commune leaders have already reserved them all. If ordinary people want to eat meat, they have to bribe the people at the slaughterhouse in advance."
"You know how arrogant those people are, don't you? Zhang the butcher is only in his twenties, yet he dares to make people in their thirties call him grandpa!"
When it comes to eating meat, Li Xiangdong is filled with resentment, like a firecracker that has been lit and explodes with a bang.
"Isn't this a matter for the commune?"
Li Jin was helpless; he was also exasperated by his son's sharp tongue.
My son used to be a silly, playful person who never cared about these things.
Now she's become more sensible, but she still has this mouth of hers, she can't keep it shut.
Li Xiangdong was unaware that his father had criticized him for having a loose tongue, and kept telling his father, "Dad, you have to keep a close eye on people like Gai Feng's mother. She never cares about feeding the pigs, but she's very stingy when it comes to dividing the money."
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