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

Three desks were placed under the eaves of the brigade headquarters to share meat, money, and food. There was a long queue in front of each desk, the villagers were chattering, and everyone had a bright smile on their face.

Wen Lei hurriedly explained to He Kun and Driver Qian, and hurried over to help.

Wen Lei, Ding Yanyu, and Accountant Sang distributed money to the villagers.

Accountant Zhao kept the accounts, while Wen Lei and Ding Yanyu distributed money to the villagers. Wen Lei and Ding Yanyu looked at the long queue. The meat sharing side was very lively, and the onlookers all ran to their side. The meat sharing once a year was no longer so fragrant.

"Ji Dagang, 170 yuan and two cents." Ding Yanyu read the account book, Wen Lei counted the money, handed it to Zhao Dagang, Accountant Sang recorded the account, and then moved on to the next one.

"Zhang Laifa, 190 yuan and [-] cents." Aunt Ding looked at her man excitedly, holding the money in her hand, with tears in her eyes but a smile on her face. She took the money Zhang Laifa gave her, counted it carefully several times, and then quickly returned home.

"Zhang Laisheng, 230 yuan and three cents." As soon as Ding Yanyu finished speaking, Aunt Hua squeezed in front of Zhang Laisheng, took the money handed over by Wen Lei with one hand, and was so happy that she couldn't see her teeth. He stood in front of the table and kept counting, and kept talking about whether to repair the roof first or build five thatched houses in the spring.

The villagers behind kept shouting at her to get out of the way, "Mrs. Hua, you've already got the money, and if you still don't get out of the way, I want to get the money too, so don't wait any longer. I still want to unite if you touch her more." "Zhang Laisheng pulled him away from the desk quickly.

"That's right, I still want to sleep as a wife tonight." Niu Laizi, a famous bachelor in the village, roared. His roar made the old and young men, old ladies and young wives in the village laugh non-stop.

The old men and women who had good things to do kept making fun of Niu Laizi.

"Niu Laizi, the big unity is not warm and we can't cover you in bed."

"Niu Laizi, don't urinate at night, or you will wet the big group."

There were many voices in the village making fun of Niu Lai, and the ladies dared to say anything. Niu Lai looked like a scoundrel who was a bachelor and a man of honor. He was not lenient at all, either retorting that the host's man was scratched in the face by his mother-in-law, or saying that seven or eight people of the Xi family, old and young, were sleeping on the same bed and asking if it was warm if they were crowded together.

Wen Lei lowered her head and smiled suppressedly. She felt that if these villagers continued to talk, she would definitely be the first one to die from holding back her laughter.

Every household of the villagers received 200 yuan, and the least received 70 yuan.

The men from the villagers who had received the money had red eyes. Some handed it to the woman beside them, while others shiveringly wrapped it in rags layer by layer, and then put it in their arms. The women took the money from their men, with smiles on their faces, and raised their sleeves from time to time to wipe the tears from their eyes.

The villagers who were still queuing up to receive the money were laughing and chattering away, gossiping about the boss's family, the children of the West's family, and their own house in the ground, which would be demolished after the spring and built a few thatched houses.

Mrs. Zhang received more than 310 yuan, sat in front of the brigade headquarters and burst into tears.

Accountant Sang told Wen Lei that her family had many children, eight sons, and had suffered a lifetime of not having enough to eat for half a year. He has more labor force and more children. His three sons are all in their 30s and have not yet married a wife. If two sons hadn't joined the fishing team and one son had joined the hunting team, their family wouldn't have been able to divide so much money.

Wen Lei looked at Mrs. Zhang, who had had a quarrel with her, and let out a long sigh. In fact, Wen Lei should really hate her rural shrew. There are many unreasonable, rebellious and dishonest people in the village, but there are not many lawless people in the village like Mrs. Zhang, who has eight sons.

But she has also seen Mrs. Zhang's innocent heart for Grandma Ji and Grandpa Feng. When Grandpa Feng was ill, she went to carry out feces and urine every morning, and helped Grandma Ji sweep the yard, chop firewood, and carry water for cooking.

People, it's really difficult to judge a person's quality based on their appearance.

In Mrs. Zhang’s family, more than 20 people live in a subterranean nest. The second, third and fourth sons have no wives. The family is strong and has many workers, but the poor rats don’t even visit them, because their whole family lives underground. Rats No place to live.

More and more villagers have received money, crying and laughing are constantly coming, and more and more people are crowding around where the meat is being divided. Finally, there was no one lining up to receive the money. When Ding Yanyu saw that only Zhang Laifei's name was left, he couldn't help but yell a few more times. "Zhang Laifei, 18 yuan and [-] cents."

Yuan Yuan squeezed over from the meat table, his hat on his head tilted. "Sister, Sister Yanyu, I know where Zhang Laifei is. I'll go find him."

Wen Lei nodded to Yuan Yuan and set aside Zhang Laifei's money for Accountant Sang to settle the account.

After the handover of work here was completed, Accountant Sang put away the ledger, and Wen Lei put Zhang Laifei's 18 yuan and [-] cents in his pocket.

The money is all divided here, and the meat is almost gone there.

Wen Lei kept staring at the meat table, looking at the ribs left on the meat table. There was quite a lot of meat on the ribs, and her mouth began to drool.

On the other side, the food distribution team seemed to have just begun, and the long team slowly moved forward.

Some of the villagers queuing up were carrying baskets, some were pulling carts, and some were preparing to carry them home on their shoulders. Each of their faces was filled with bright smiles, and the joyful atmosphere made everyone who saw it feel so happy.

The food distributed by the villagers included very little wheat and rice, and almost all was sorghum, corn and various beans. Wen Lei looked at the account book and saw that the total rations for one person for one year were less than [-] kilograms. She calculated in her mind that the total for one person for one day was only half a kilogram of rations. In an era when there was no oil and water, half a pound of whole grains could really only be mixed with water.