Chapter 8: Wash away the past and work hard to earn work points (3/3)



Because there were sloping hillsides everywhere, there was not much arable land in the past, the soil quality was not good, and there was a lack of irrigation water, so droughts and famines occurred frequently, and people would starve to death in the village from time to time.

But now, the small mountain village is full of signs of development and construction.

During the year that Li Fengbei has been here.

A small dam was built in the mountain, solving the most important water source problem.

He led his troops and called on the villagers to reclaim wasteland together, turning the originally barren hillside into acres of terraced fields.

We also popularized scientific planting, gave them the best seeds, and taught them how to make rational use of land and how to use fertilizers.

Compared to a year ago, the small mountain village has undergone tremendous changes.

It is the summer harvest season now. The fields are full of golden rice ears. They are the first batch of rice that have matured since the development of the village.

Almost all the men were busy in the fields.

So when Qiao Anle arrived at the village commune, he saw an empty house with only a commune recorder left inside.

The recorder was a young man of about eighteen or nineteen years old, wearing black-framed glasses. He looked somewhat literary and a little silly.

He was the only one in the village who could write, so Li Fengbei assigned him the position of recorder.

The recorder watched Qiao Anle approach, and his eyes behind the mirror stared at the living beauty in front of him without blinking.

I was completely stunned.

“You…you…you…”

The recorder occasionally had to go to Li Fengbei's house to report on the situation, so he had seen Qiao Anle, but he only saw her profile a few times and could not see clearly.

Now, when he looked at Qiao Anle, he felt a hint of familiarity, but more of amazement.

Qiao Anle didn't say much.

She said directly, "Yes, it's me. I'm Qiao Anle."

"Sister-in-law...Sister-in-law! Why are you here!"

The recorder pushed his glasses that were about to fall off his nose and spoke hurriedly.

Qiao Anle asked, "My production relationship is under the village commune, right?"

The recorder immediately replied, "That's right. But Captain Li said that you are in poor health and are sick, so you can't do physical labor. So you only have a production relationship, but you don't participate in production labor. Your work points are not counted, and you can't get food coupons and oil coupons, let alone allowances."

Get ill?

Qiao Anle never expected that such a tough and upright man like Li Fengbei would actually lie for her.

She was slightly distracted.

The recorder asked hesitantly while stealing a glance at Qiao Anle's expression.

"Sister-in-law, what are you doing here today? As long as you ask, I will do my best! You are Captain Li's wife, and Captain Li has done so much for our village, I——"

"Don't be so nervous. Today, I just want to tell you that I'm cured and I want to join the commune labor."

Qiao Anle interrupted the nervous recorder and said this with a smile.

By participating in commune labor, you can earn work points.

With work points, she could receive food coupons, oil coupons, and even cloth coupons and meat coupons every month.

In this era, money is useless, only banknotes are the most practical.

Li Fengbei was good to her, and she also wanted to be good to Li Fengbei. With the work points she earned, she could buy more food and raise the three cubs to be plump and healthy.

The most important thing is that the supplies in the Lingbao space can also be secretly mixed in without arousing Li Fengbei's suspicion.

Qiao Anle had already thought about the "secret attack" in this matter. This chapter has been read (please click on the next chapter to continue reading!)

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