The next morning, Wang Liu and his family woke up in their new home. Looking at the snow-white walls and windows covered with brand new window paper, the family felt like they were in a dream.

The courtyard was not big, but it had three rooms and two small side rooms, one for the kitchen and the other for the utility room. It was a world of difference compared to when they lived in the shabby shack with a family of eight.

Wang Liu's wife and Eighth Sister were already lighting a fire and cooking in the kitchen... In those days, ordinary people ate two meals a day, morning and evening.

The people worked from sunrise to sunset, working in the fields during the day and not going home at noon, so they had no lunch. They only replenished their nutrition after getting up in the morning to make themselves strong enough to work for the whole day. After finishing a day of hard work, they had dinner to replenish their nutrition so that they could sleep peacefully and wake up in high spirits the next day...

Well, these are all nonsense, the real reason is one word, "poor". So rich people always have three meals a day.

The rice in the pot was brown rice, very dry. Not knowing what would happen next, my aunt and sister-in-law cooked a big pot of rice from the rice jar in the house, which was provided by the farm in advance... and put the rest of the rice into the bag.

Fortunately, the old man had experience and only allowed one bowl per person to prevent sudden overeating and possible eating problems.

"Brother, why do I feel like I'm dreaming?" Just like that, Wang Qi was already so satisfied that he didn't know what day it was.

Wang Liu pinched him. "Does it hurt?"

"It hurts." Wang Qi covered his ears.

"Then it's not a dream." Wang Liu grinned and said, "If I can eat like this every day, I would be willing to do it even without being paid."

"Yeah." Wang Qi agreed deeply.

As the brothers were talking, they heard the sound of gongs in the street and someone shouted at the top of his voice: "Team three, assemble!"

Last night, Wang Liu already knew that they were all from Team 3. He quickly put down his bowl and went out with his father. Wang Qi also wanted to go and see the fun, but Old Man Wang ordered him to stay at home.

What if such a good place to live is occupied by someone else?

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When the father and son arrived at the village entrance, they saw a tall, dark-faced man standing with his hands behind his back and his belly bulging, facing the crowd. He was dressed the same as the Miao workers, except that his corrugated hat had a red border.

When everyone was present, Miao Gong said loudly, "Please invite the director to speak! Quack, quack!"

A group of farm workers looked at each other in bewilderment. After a while, some of them imitated the movements of the nursery workers and began to applaud sporadically.

The black-faced man didn't care about it. He waved his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, and then said in a loud voice:

"Dear farmers and workers, I am Ao Bai, the director of the 69th Farm under the Agricultural Management Department of the Kunshan Development Company of Jiangnan Group. You can call me Director Ao."

"You may have come from all over the world before, but from today on, you have a common identity, that is, members of the Third Production Team of the 69th Farm."

"You all come from peasant backgrounds. Some of you have planted paddy fields, and some have planted dry fields. Here, your job is still farming, but what's different from before is that you must obey the unified arrangements of the farm... that is, the arrangements made by me and the seedling workers. Including what to plant, how to plant, how to water, how to fertilize... you all have to follow our instructions. If you don't obey orders, your work points will be deducted at the least, or you will be expelled from the farm at the worst."

Seeing the consequences were so serious, the farmers and workers all pricked up their ears, afraid of missing a word... Of course, they still couldn't understand much.

"In addition, the grain, mulberry leaves, and cotton grown in the farm's public fields are purchased by the company and are not allowed to be sold privately. After deducting taxes and costs, the profits from the sales are divided equally between the farm and the farmers. In short, the higher the yield of the land, the higher everyone's income will be. Do you understand?"

"Understood!" the farmers and workers responded excitedly.

Even though they are shouting loudly, Manager Ao can guarantee that 99% of them only understand that the harvest will be shared equally, and they don't realize that the costs and taxes must be deducted first.

But he couldn't explain it in too much detail, or else they would get more confused. Anyway, they would slowly understand it in the future.

Director Ao then continued, "Before the harvest, all the costs of seeds, farm tools, irrigation, and fertilizers will be borne by the farm. You don't have to invest a penny. In addition, you can also advance your family's food rations to the farm, and then pay it back from the harvest in the future."

This policy is not new, because when they were tenants at home, they were penniless and had to borrow money from the landlords in order to survive and produce.

However, when the autumn harvest came, the interest on the debt was compounded, and the interest was often higher than their harvest. As a result, after a year of farming, all the harvest went to the landlord, and they still had a lot of debt.

Perhaps recalling the unbearable past, the atmosphere suddenly became dull, and someone couldn't help but timidly asked, "How is the interest calculated?"

"No interest!" But Director Ao waved his hand and said proudly, "It's an advance, how can there be interest? Just pay one in return!"

"Really?" The farmers and workers were immediately excited and asked him repeatedly to confirm in disbelief.

"I'll just repeat it, there is no interest, just pay it back! The only restriction is that a full laborer can't take more than 40 kilograms of rice per month, a half laborer can't take more than 30 kilograms, and the old and the young can't take more than 20 kilograms... This is to prevent someone from taking out extra grain and secretly lending it out elsewhere."

Director Ao sternly warned: "Any attempt to take advantage of the farm is strictly prohibited. Once discovered, severe punishment will be imposed! Do you understand?!"

"I understand..." The farm workers shrank their necks and someone asked in a low voice, "But what if the rations are not enough?"

"Don't worry. Food distribution is not limited to the end of the year. On weekdays, you can also exchange work points for food." Director Ao said in a deep voice.

"Work points?" The farmers and workers had heard the nursery workers mention it several times yesterday, but they didn't dare to ask.

"It's the payment for your labor outside of farm work. One work point can be exchanged for one kilogram of brown rice." Director Ao explained: "During the slack season, the farm will arrange for you to repair water conservancy projects, or do short-term work outside, and you can earn work points."

"In addition, there are also ways to earn work points. For example, in order to encourage everyone to accumulate more fertilizer, everyone can earn one work point by handing in a basket of wood ash to the team. One hundred kilograms of pig manure is ten work points, one load of manure water is one work point, and so on and so forth... Miao Gong will slowly tell you about it in the future."

"Also, you can raise chickens and ducks and fish in the paddy fields. These are all your own. The farm won't charge you a single cent."

Director Ao paused, raised his voice and said, "Okay, let me ask you one last time, is there anyone who wants to withdraw? Is it too late to leave now?"

The farmers and workers shook their heads and laughed. They didn't have to do anything except work, and they didn't have to worry about going hungry. With such good conditions, only a fool would leave!

If Qiu Jun could come back to life, he would definitely shout that labor is value...

Unfortunately, Mr. Qiu had passed away and Mr. Zhao did not mention anything, so no one in the world knew about it.

"Okay, let's put our fingerprints on it!" Director Ao nodded with satisfaction, and Technician Miao brought out a thick stack of documents and asked the farmers and workers, whose average literacy rate was no more than three characters, to put their red fingerprints on them.

From then on, they became glorious farm workers!

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