Song Zhaochun is different, but also similar.
Those who fled famine and the locals blamed each other and were unwilling to contribute.
It was only when he finally lost his temper and said that he would only give fish to those who worked hard that he gathered all these strong laborers together.
Looking at the harmonious and united scene in Qingshan Village, the two of them were extremely envious.
But my ability is limited, I can't bring people together, and I can't blame others.
Song Lizheng knew that those two villages were difficult to manage, so he waved his hand and let them do as they pleased.
The village has caught enough fish this year. We need to let them rest and recuperate and not be too greedy.
He waved his hand and said, "Pack up your things and let's go home!"
Everyone in Qingshan Village hurriedly fished out the last few bighead carps from the net, put them on the ice to freeze them, and put them into baskets.
The abundant harvest made everyone in Dahe Village and Xiahe Village jealous and excited.
They all regretted it. Why didn’t they listen to Song Laoer and Song Zhaochun and come to catch fish earlier?
In fact, if they come too early, they can just watch.
The villagers haven't had enough fun yet, so how could they give up their seats?
I feel so good now, but my waist, legs and arms are sore and stiff, I can hardly move.
We're leaving anyway, so now's the perfect time to do you a favor.
The villagers acted quickly and gave up their seats soon.
He was also kind enough to teach the people in Dahe Village and Xiahe Village how to operate it.
The villagers of Dahe Village and Xiahe Village nodded gratefully and couldn't wait to try it.
Song Lizheng shouted "Be careful" and led his men back.
Ling Jiheng had the large iron pot brought down and placed on the snow to cool it down. Once it was no longer so hot, he put it back on the car and pulled it back.
Although there were only three ox carts left, they could accommodate all the members of the Ling family.
It was nothing, it was just too cold outside. At noon, the old man, the old lady, as well as the first and third wives, the Shu family, as well as elders such as Shu Muyun and Ling Weicheng, went back.
Only young people such as Ling Jiheng, Chi Xingyue, Ling Jiren, Ling Jiyi and Ling Jihao stayed by the river.
Now sitting on the ox cart, Chi Xingyue can still smell a slight fishy smell.
It was hard to tell whether it was coming from himself or Ling Jiheng, or perhaps it was coming from the baskets of fish behind him.
Song Lizheng did not take the car this time, but instead discussed with the elderly heads of the various families in the village: "Although the Ling family did not come down to fish, they made soup for the village and even sent ox carts to pull the fish back several times, which saved us a lot of effort!
I was thinking of giving them more fish when we share it. What do you think?"
"Shoushan, just do whatever you want, we have no objection.
If it weren't for the Ling family, even if we were lucky, we wouldn't be able to bring back so many fish today."
"I think so too. Besides, they helped us withstand the attack from the Northern Liao people some time ago, and our villagers haven't expressed their gratitude yet.
Now, offering fish and flowers to Buddha can make my conscience feel better."
"Leader, you make the decision on anything. We've been digging in the fields all our lives and don't have much experience. We'll do whatever you say."
Song Lizheng nodded, calculating today's catch, and felt that he could at least give out two hundred fish to the other party.
Although this amount is not large, there are so many people in Qingshan Village. If we divide it based on the number of people, each family would probably only get thirty to fifty fish.
The Ling family definitely accounts for the lion’s share.
Song Lizheng was in a good mood and didn't feel tired at all on the way back.
The sky gradually darkened, and Ling Yi lit a torch to illuminate the way forward.
It was not until the moon came out from behind the clouds that the group arrived at Song Lizheng's house.
Looking at the bighead carp in the yard, he rubbed his hands excitedly.
Song Lizheng shouted into the house: "I'm back!"
Aunt Song came out quickly and asked her daughter-in-law to bring hot water to everyone: "Come, come, wash your hands and warm them up."
Everyone rushed forward to wash their hands, only to find that the water Aunt Song had prepared for them was only lukewarm.
But it was just right for their frozen paws.
After recovering from the cold, they looked at the fish on the ground more eagerly.
Even after drinking soup at noon, I was still drooling with greed.
Song Lizheng was about to talk about the contributions of the Ling family without wasting any words when he was interrupted by a young man.
"Uncle Village Chief, just tell me how much you want to give to the Ling family. My brothers and I have no objection!"
"Yes, Uncle Village Chief, if it weren't for the Ling family, we wouldn't be able to get back so many fish. How about we give you half?"
As soon as he finished speaking, his father slapped him on the head and scolded him softly: "You are so stupid! Even being generous is not this generous!"
Song Lizheng laughed and stated his decision.
Two hundred, more than I expected, but acceptable.
Everyone nodded and picked out the big ones to put into the baskets.
Then they were sent to the ox cart and the Ling family was allowed to go back and rest first.
I counted the rest, and found thirty-five per household. If you mix the big and the small, you won't suffer any loss, nor will you be cheated.
Ling Jiheng didn't care how the villagers divided the fish. He thanked everyone and took his fish back home.
As soon as I stepped through the door, I was warmly welcomed by the old lady.
Jinbao and Yinbao brought Shunzi and Zhaocai to help. They looked at the bighead carp that was as long as their arms and exclaimed in surprise: "Oh my god, this fish is really big!"
The old lady chuckled. "I never thought there could be such big fish in this river. Song Lizheng said they only catch one batch a year. I guess that's why."
After that, he asked Ling Jiheng: "How many were divided?"
"Two hundred!"
Being squeezed into the carriage with other people, the fish didn't melt, but they were frozen to death.
The bamboo basket beside me was emitting a slight chill, which was unbearable even with my thickest cotton-padded jacket.
Fortunately, Song Lizheng's home is not far from the Ling family, otherwise they would all have caught a cold and a fever.
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