As soon as Secretary Wang finished speaking, the whole office was filled with joy.
Liu Qingshan patted his chest and said loudly: "Our brigade has a great harvest of grain this year. The leaders who came to the village praised us so much!"
Several other team leaders also echoed the sentiment, and Secretary Wang narrowed his eyes with a smile.
He raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet: “When the provincial leaders left, they had already told the commune about several brigades that performed relatively well.
By then, all the advanced brigades in our communes will be reported to the leaders!"
Secretary Wang's words sounded a bit like bragging, and Captain Lu clearly felt it.
But the cheers from the people around him brightened his mood a bit.
"Okay, everyone, hurry up and register to get your bags."
Captain Lu's palms were sweating. He took the note from the director and hesitated for a long time before he dared to write.
He quietly glanced at the captains nearby. He was shocked when he saw them.
Some people directly wrote the wheat yield per mu as 580 kilograms.
What's more, the rice yield per mu was written as more than 800 kilograms.
Captain Lu took another closer look and decided that these people were not stupid. They did not report the corn yield per mu too high, so more could be left.
Even so, Captain Lu was feeling nervous and walked out with the note in his hand.
He found a step and sat down. Some sunlight shone on him, making the sad expression on Captain Lu's face more obvious.
The captain of the next village had the same situation as him.
He took off his hat, slowly walked up to Captain Lu, and sighed, "What should we do, Old Lu? This, this is too high a figure."
Captain Lu was scratching his head in worry, looking at the long note and not knowing how to start writing.
"Well, just wait and see. We all heard Secretary Wang's words clearly. Don't you understand what he meant?"
Captain Lu picked up the pen and wrote five hundred and twenty kilograms on the wheat with trembling hands.
It says 800 kilograms of rice and corn, and more than 100 acres of wasteland have been reclaimed this year.
In total, the two hundred acres of sweet potatoes and potatoes are a real treat. After all, if we don’t have enough food, we will rely on these things to survive the winter.
"Old Lu, how is your team's harvest this year? Tell me the truth so I can calculate our team's harvest.
You are the most reliable in this regard."
Captain Lu looked at the captain of the neighboring village who was full of worry, and after a long pause he said: "Our village has also had a high yield this year.
Wheat: 480 kilograms, rice: 760 kilograms, and corn: about the same as last year: 780 kilograms.
"Brother, your team has 10 to 20 kilograms more than ours, so I will report according to your proportion. Is that ok with you?"
"Why not? I'll just give you this number. Those empty names are not as good as our members having enough food and warm clothes, right?"
Captain Lu glared and resolutely took the note to the Finance Management Department to get it stamped and receive the sack.
When Captain Lu arrived at the Financial Management Section, Liu Qingshan from Dam Village was standing proudly at the door, holding his head high and enjoying other people's praise.
"Captain Liu, this year's team is really impressive. They have received more than 2,000 bags."
"Who says it's not true? I think it's still Captain Liu's leadership that's good. There's hope for this year's advanced brigade."
When Liu Qingshan heard this, the smile on his face became even happier.
"That's fine, that's fine, it's all thanks to the good leadership of the commune cadres.
I'll go get the sacks first, you guys go ahead and get busy!"
Liu Qingshan strode out with his head held high and happened to meet Captain Lu at the door.
Captain Lu's heart was filled with alarm. Wow, more than two thousand bags!
You should know that this year the sacks were changed to ones that could hold 200 kilograms, and their team only received more than 1,500 bags of grain and sweet potatoes.
Damn it, how much production did Liu Qingshan falsely report?
Liu Qingshan, who was walking beside him, sneered, squinted his eyes, didn't look at Captain Lu at all, and walked out humming.
Captain Lu was about to say something to give advice, but he swallowed it back.
We have to keep an eye on the young wife in the village this year. Her family is from Daba Village, so we have to take good care of the food at home!
When it was Captain Lu's turn, the director of the Financial Management Department looked at the number on the note and cast a curious eye on Captain Lu.
He smiled and said, "What's going on? Lao Lu, your captain is lagging behind this year."
Captain Lu smiled innocently and scratched his head: "Alas, this year's harvest is indeed not very good, not as good as theirs. I am also very worried. It seems that there is no hope for the advanced brigade."
The director of the Finance and Management Department nodded repeatedly: "Well, who said it wasn't? Okay, it's done, go get the sacks!"
"Oh, oh, thank you so much."
"We are brothers, why do we need to say this?"
The director of the financial management department looked like a good friend of mine. Dahe Village had won the advanced title every year, but this year, because of that incident, Captain Lu did not compete for the advanced title.
But it’s okay, at least he didn’t make too much false reports, and he can be considered a small cadre who cares about the members.
Alas, his daughter is also eighteen years old this year, the director of the financial management department thought to himself, I heard that Captain Lu’s daughter is studying at the Workers, Peasants and Soldiers University.
This identity is barely worthy of his son. He will go back and talk to Captain Lu about it.
Captain Lu went to the warehouse to get the bags, then ran to the gate and asked Lu Chuan to drive in the tractor.
This made Liu Qingshan, who was struggling to move the sacks onto the ox cart, so angry that he stared with anger!
Tsk, what are you showing off (???.???)????!
After receiving the sacks, Captain Lu arranged for people to pack them into the bags and put them on the car that night!
For the whole night, no one in Dahe Village, young or old, men, women or children, rested, and the brigade headquarters was brightly lit.
This time, the 200-jin bags were much heavier than the 100-jin bags, and most of them had to be carried by two people and thrown onto the car.
Lu Zhiye and Fang Shijie were surprisingly strong. Everyone saw Lu Zhiye exerting force with one hand and grabbing a corner of the sack with the other hand.
With a single effort, he lifted the sack onto his shoulder.
The bulging muscles on his arms made Niu Liye envious.
He patted his arms vigorously: Haha, it’s not that big of a difference!
So Niu Liye imitated Lu Zhiye's posture and put both hands on the sack.
"Hmm...～"
With a force, the sack shook slightly twice, but could not be pulled up.
This made Fang Shijie, who was standing by, very happy. He patted Niu Liye on the shoulder and said, "Get up! I'll help you!"
Niu Liye's face turned red and he quickly moved aside. Fang Shijie picked up the sack and motioned for Niu Liye to squat down.
He put the sack on Niu Liye's shoulders.
But it was too heavy, and Niu Liye staggered and almost fell down.
"Hey, hey, how are you? Or do you want to carry it with others?"
Fang Shijie quickly reached out to help.
Niu Liye bent over and gritted his teeth: "I...I...can...~"
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