Travel through 70 and take brothers and sisters to the countryside together

The next morning, Yao Jianhai, Wen Lei and Ding Yanyu took a tractor to the county seat.

When they arrived at the county town, Yao Jianhai was going to the train station. Wen Lei and Ding Yanyu wanted to invite him to a state-owned hotel for breakfast no matter what.

After breakfast, Wen Lei gave him a bag of seasonal fruits, and Ding Yanyu helped him buy a dozen steamed buns for him to eat on the train.

Yao Jianhai left with red eyes.

Wen Lei saw his leaving figure and shrugged her shoulders.

Wen Lei felt sad. In this era, just a little bit of food can bring tears to people's eyes, and even remember it for a lifetime.

After sending Yao Jianhai away, the three of them did not bring any personal goods today. They returned to the brigade directly after delivering the goods for three units.

Wen Lei and the others returned to the brigade, thinking they had enough time in the afternoon to go to the mountains. They didn't want to give up on the mountains in autumn.

After returning to the brigade, all the villagers loaded grain in front of the brigade headquarters.

After listening to the villagers talk a few times, I realized that they were picking grain and had to pay the public grain tomorrow.

Wen Lei remembered that Captain Zhao had talked about paying public grain last time. It seemed that one acre of land had to pay 150 kilograms of fine grain, but Wen Lei didn't think it was 150 kilograms.

The aunts and daughters-in-law in the village are sifting the grain, and the men use wood to lift the grain. Only when it is full and thoroughly dried in the sun, they put it in snakeskin bags and stack it aside.

Wen Lei was very puzzled. She remembered that the team leader had told him that one acre of land could only produce 300 kilograms of rice at most. It’s not a huge loss.

If you don't understand, just ask. Wen Lei prefers to be ignorant and make her look blank, rather than being suffocated to death by herself.

"Captain, how many kilograms of rice can we produce from one acre of land? How many kilograms of grain do we have to pay for one acre of land?"

Captain Zhao, who was shouting "Smoke" at the top of his lungs, rolled his eyes at Wen Lei angrily. "Didn't I tell you last time? One acre of land has a high yield of about 300 kilograms, and the public grain is 150 kilograms."

"Then we are not losing money by farming. We have to select carefully. After excluding the improved varieties, we are left with 100 kilograms of inferior rice?"

The captain was so annoyed by Wen Lei that he hit her on the head with a pipe, "Aren't you able to earn money from coarse grains such as sorghum, potatoes, and soybeans? Silly man, how many fine grains can there be? Which one do you think eats fine grains?" Want to earn a hundred kilograms of fine grain? What are you thinking about? You can save fifty kilograms per acre of land by drying and picking, which is a lot. Do you really think that 150 kilograms is enough? Bring more and prepare more, and the grain must be graded. of."

Wen Lei let out a long sigh, hey! The root cause of the lack of supplies was that food production was too low, so low that she thought it was only available in ancient times. I have always mistakenly believed that there is not much difference in food production in any era living under the red flag. I did not expect that in just ten years or so, the food production has actually varied several times.

If Wen Lei knew that Captain Zhao had caught him because she had many fart problems, she would definitely hold it in first.

"After asking the questions, it just so happens that you and Ding Zhiqing can help with the show, or you can use a sieve to sift." Captain Zhao said and handed over two handfuls of wood.

Ding Yanyu picked up the wooden stick and waved it at Wen Lei twice, then glared at her and stamped his feet. "You're the only one who has a lot of shit to do, so it's okay to hit Mucang's mouth!"

Wen Lei shrugged and scratched her head in embarrassment, picked up the wooden stick and walked to the rice pile and started to show off.

Why! A few days ago, I was lucky enough to escape, but I didn't expect that I still didn't escape.

Shoveling up a piece of wood and flipping the rice, throwing it into the sky, the full rice fell straight down. The dry or not full rice flew to the other side with the wind. The woman held a broom and gently touched the full rice. Sweep away the remaining rice that is not full.

Wen Lei had never made a show before, so she thought that making a show would not be tiring, but when she actually did it, she realized that it was really a damn suffering.

The withered rice grains flew over the head, neck, and penetrated into the chest and back along the collar. The scratches were more uncomfortable than the needle pricks, and the nostrils were completely clogged. After wiping them with a handkerchief, they became black. Wen Lei was so disgusted that she was going crazy.

Ding Yanyu was so unlucky that he raised his eyebrows and glared at Wen Lei, which made Wen Lei feel so guilty that she didn't even dare to look at her.

Fortunately, after the two of them had played for more than an hour, everyone stopped and went home for lunch, and Wen Lei and Ding Yanyu were able to escape.

Throwing down the wooden cover, the two hurriedly ran towards the new yard. When the captain saw the two of them running away, he shouted loudly, and the two ran even faster.

Wen Lei kept shouting in her heart: Don't listen, don't listen to the bastard chanting sutras, Captain Zhao, you have tricked me again. I won't listen to anything you say in the future.

Back in the courtyard, Ding Yanyu wished he could beat Wen Lei. The two of them hurriedly boiled water to take a bath, not even bothering to cook lunch.

Wen Lei quickly flattered her and carried the hot water to the bathroom for her, until Ding Yanyu slammed the wooden door of the bathroom shut, and Wen Lei ran into her room as fast as she could.

She couldn't insist on going to the bathroom, so she pretended, bolted the door and walked into the space. After rinsing under the shower, she ran into the bathtub and soaked for a while before she felt the pain all over her body was no longer so uncomfortable.

After taking a bath and coming out of the space, Ding Yanyu had not yet come out of the bathroom. Wen Lei simply cooked a pot of pimple soup, mixed a plate of old cucumbers, prepared lunch, and ran away quickly. The captain must not be found. Come to your door.

After Ding Yanyu took a shower, he found that Wen Lei had cooked a meal, even washed his hair and changed his clothes. His eyes were full of doubts. "Have you taken a shower?"

Wen Lei nodded without blushing or out of breath. "Well, I washed it in the room. By the time you finish washing it, I'm afraid I'll be tickled to death."

"You deserve it!" Ding Yanyu picked up the bowl and rolled his eyes at Wen Lei. "Where have they all gone? Aren't they going up the mountain?"

"What do you care about them? Eat quickly. After eating, let's run quickly. The captain was chasing us just now and kept shouting. It's definitely not good. We'd better go up the mountain to be safe."

Ding Yanyu was so amused by Wen Lei's frightened look that he almost burst out laughing.

The two of them finished their lunch as quickly as possible, carrying their backpacks on their backs, and ran hurriedly towards the back mountain, fearing that Captain Zhao would come looking for them the next second.

What a coincidence. Captain Zhao actually came over about half an hour after they left. When he saw that the door was locked, Captain Zhao couldn't help but smile.

The two girls might have scolded me at noon, haha, who said that the busier she is, the more busy the educated young girl is, the more things she has to do, huh, did you think she could run away? Tomorrow, one person counts as one, and no one can escape.

After dinner in the evening, a few people were just about to continue digging the cave when the loudspeaker in the village rang, and the familiar voice of Captain Zhao echoed over the village.

"Tomorrow all the villagers are going to hand over the public rations. Please note, all the villagers are going to hand over the public rations. They will all gather at the brigade headquarters at two o'clock in the night."

Wen Lei and the others were all confused. Not only did all the villagers have to go to pay the public rations, but also did they have to go in the middle of the night? Do you work at the Grain Management Office at night?

Come on, no matter what, I have to pay the public rations at two o'clock in the night. There will definitely be no way to dig the cave tonight, so go to bed quickly.