Everyone was doing the final chores while chatting lively.
From time to time, I would glance at the big iron pot next to me, where there were two pots full of wild boar meat stewed.
The rich fragrance in the air made everyone swallow their saliva from time to time.
Those children who were away from home all day did not run around today. They stood far away, greedily smelling the aroma wafting from the pot.
In the evening, Zhang Xiangyang and Zhang Xiangqian organized everyone to line up and receive the last day's food.
"The meat is cooked, go home and get your basins and bowls."
Zhang Shuguang poked the meat in the pot with chopsticks and pierced through it easily.
"Okay, thank you Xiaoguang."
Soon everyone took the food back home and came back with empty basins.
"Xiao Guang, can I take it home and eat it later?"
While serving the meat, someone asked cautiously.
"Of course you can, but you can't eat it alone. Take it home and let your wife and kids have a taste."
Tian Sulan and Gao Fei were in charge of cooking, and they served some wild boar meat, pig offal and internal organs.
"Shi Tou, I'm not going to stay here and smell the food anymore. I want to go home with my dad and eat meat."
"I have to go home too. Let's play tomorrow."
Some adults who worked at Zhang Shuguang's house returned home with their parents.
The other children who had no adults working here were drooling with envy.
"It's dark now, and you're still smelling something here? Why don't you go home quickly?"
At this time, an adult came out to look for the child.
"I don't want to go back. I just want to smell the scent here."
The children were very stubborn and would rather be beaten than go home. The rich smell of meat was too attractive to them.
"Go ahead."
Zhang Shuguang gestured to his younger brother, and little Shengli ran over.
"Ermin, Sanhu, there are still a lot of meat and bones left in the pot. Go home and get a bowl. I'll scoop out two pieces for you."
Ermin and Sanhu were the two naughty kids who used to bully me, Zhang Shengli, and who were later beaten up severely by Zhang Shuguang using sweet potatoes as bargaining chips.
After being beaten, the two naughty kids became submissive and often looked for Zhang Shengli to play with them.
"Victory, can I have a piece too?"
The children whose names were not called looked at Zhang Shengli with anticipation.
"Can."
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The children who couldn't be driven away just now disappeared in an instant.
"Thank you, brother. Thank you for your victory."
"Thank you, brother. Thank you for your victory."
Each child present was given two or three pieces of meat and half a bowl of broth.
Every child who received wild boar meat expressed their gratitude politely.
As they walked back, the children held their bowls and glanced at their parents arrogantly.
If they were afraid of being beaten, if they succumbed to their parents' tyranny, they would not have the meat for today's meal.
"Son, be gentle and don't drop the bowl."
"My daughter, let me hold you. It's getting dark and the road is not easy to walk on."
The adults who came out to look for the children all had to put on a smile and didn't dare to speak loudly, for fear of scaring the children into throwing away the bowls.
Just this half bowl of broth is enough for the whole family to eat if you cut a cabbage into it when you get home, not to mention the two pieces of meat bones.
After distributing all the meat, Zhang Shuguang took his younger brother to the front yard to eat.
The family stewed a wild goat and the whole family was in high spirits, celebrating the completion of the new house.
Everyone was very happy during dinner, except Zhang Xiangyang, who was not in a good mood and looked like he was worried about something.
"Uncle, is there something that makes you unhappy?"
Zhang Shuguang discovered something unusual about Zhang Xiangyang.
Now that Sister Ying has a formal job, and Jianguang and Jianguo’s academic performance is also good, it stands to reason that he shouldn’t have any problems!
"Xiao Guang, the autumn harvest is coming soon. It hasn't rained much this year, so I don't think the yield will be high.
If the output is reported truthfully and the public grain is paid according to the normal proportion, there will probably be some surplus.
If we continue to falsify production figures like we did last year and hand over all the grain, life will be even more difficult for everyone in the second half of the year."
Zhang Xiangyang's family was getting better and better. The only thing that made him so depressed was the affairs of the production team.
"Can't you just report the truth? Why falsify the production volume?"
Zhang Xiangnan had been away from China for three years and knew nothing about the exaggerated style.
"There's nothing we can do about it. This is the same practice across the country. If we report low production, leaders will be unhappy and we'll be criticized as a typical example.
In fact, they all know how much grain can be produced from one acre of land, but they are just deceiving themselves.
I'm not a fan of power, and it doesn't matter to me whether this captain is in office or not. I'm just afraid that after I step down, someone who doesn't care about the lives of the villagers will take over."
Since Zhang Xiangyang and Zhang Xiangnan have such a good relationship, they must have similar personalities and aspirations.
Zhang Xiangyang couldn't stand the boastful style. If it weren't for his fellow villagers, he would have stopped serving him long ago.
In the past two years, any production team where many people died of starvation reported excessively high output.
The output cannot be reported randomly. You have to pay the corresponding proportion of public grain according to the output you report.
After many production teams paid their public grain taxes, there was not a single grain left in the granaries, and the rats in the granaries ran away in tears.
The common people worked hard for a year but could not get a single grain of food, let alone grass roots or tree bark. In some places, they even had to eat dirt.
Guanyin soil can make people feel full, but this stuff cannot be defecate at all. The arms and legs of ordinary people are as thin as bamboo poles, and they carry a big belly until they die.
"Don't worry, I'll go with you when the meeting is over after the autumn harvest.
I want to see what production figures they can report, and I want to ask the commune leaders if they still have the most basic common sense."
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