Siheyuan: The Final Winner Chapter 246

  Chapter 246 Night Talks from Villagers

   Evening breeze blows gently.

  The white moonlight shines down, and the starry sky is deep and boundless.

  The small courtyard in front of Jiang Ping'an's house was very lively.

  The weather was hot, and many villagers from Liangjia Village and Qinjia Village came to Jiang Ping'an's house to enjoy the cool.

   For this reason, Jiang Ping'an specially asked Qin Jingru to boil a large pot of boiling water.

  I threw some Laoyin tea into it and brewed it, and invited the folks to drink it.

  Laoyin tea promotes body fluids and quenches thirst. In fact, it is not tea, but a kind of leaf.

  It is more common in western Sichuan, and mostly grows among dense forests in high mountains.

  The tree is big and leafy, the leaves are thicker than ordinary tea, and the branches can be used as medicine to clear away heat and detoxify.

  After boiling, the tea juice turns reddish-brown, as thick as paste, with a delicate fragrance and rich taste.

  It can relieve summer heat and thirst, refresh the mind and add to the fun. It will not go bad after soaking for a long time. It also has the effects of clearing away heat, reducing inflammation, cooling blood and transforming food.

   This tea was not produced by Jiang Ping'an Space, but was given to him by Tong Zhi.

   Tong Zhi said that in the mountain city, almost every household drinks this kind of tea.

  Especially many teahouses on the wharf, which specialize in this kind of tea.

  The guests are drinking tea while setting up a dragon gate, which is indescribably comfortable.

   After Jiang Pingan drank it a few times, he felt that it tasted good, so he also brought it to treat guests.

  He would not take out tea that was too good, not because he was reluctant, but because it was too public.

  Laoyin tea is used to entertain guests. Although the grade is not high in this year, it is not low.

   In addition to this, there are also a pack of Big Rooster cigarettes.

  Jiang Ping'an forgot who gave it to him, and there were several, so he also dismantled it and distributed it several times.

   "Peace, don't be too busy, come and sit!" Liang Laosan shouted loudly.

   "You're too polite. If you do this again, we won't dare to come to your place to play." Someone echoed.

   "Ping An, don't be busy. Whoever wants to drink tea pours it by himself. It's not that he doesn't have long hands. How can he let you, a cadre, serve others?"

  Everyone was chattering, all smiling and speaking kind words.

   But Jiang Ping'an treated them so warmly, but he still had face.

   It's not surprising that there are many people in the ceremony, Jiang Ping'an said with a smile to everyone:

   "What is a cadre? They are public servants of the people, and they serve the masses!"

   "Good! After all, Ping An is a cadre, and his consciousness is high!" Someone applauded and praised.

  Others applauded one after another, and the atmosphere was enthusiastic.

  Jiang Ping'an took a glance, good guy, thirty or forty people came one after another in front of his house.

  Men and women, old and young, sitting or standing, drinking tea, smoking, chatting, very lively.

   Qin Jingru on the other side also smiled, serving tea and water, and greeting the guests.

  As soon as my man comes back, the folks come to join in the fun. This is fame and the foundation of the masses.

  After making a lot of noise, Jiang Ping'an walked to the chair next to Liang Laosan and sat down.

   "Ping An, you are a cadre, tell everyone, when will this day be the end?"

   Someone asked loudly, and this is what everyone wants to know.

   It's not that the masses don't work hard, it's that they are working hard now, and life is difficult.

   It feels a bit overwhelming, which makes people desperate.

  Liang Laosan also echoed: "Ping An, just talk about it, you have to give people a little hope, don't you?"

  Jiang Ping'an smiled, and pondered: "Tomorrow and the next year, life will be easier."

   "What about this year?" Liang Laosan frowned.

  Jiang Ping'an sighed and said, "It's already halfway through this year, and everyone knows what year it is now."

   "Before winter, try to store more food. There is no harm in preparing more food!"

   "Ping An told us the truth." Someone said.

  Jiang Pingan looked for his reputation and found out that he was the deputy captain of the Qinjia Village production team.

  I just heard him say: "Last year we thought that life would be easier, and we could eat with some food in reserve."

   "By the end of the year, every household will have to live on relief food!"

   "Be more diligent this year, and plant potatoes and corn on those hillsides."

   "No matter what the harvest is, there will always be."

   "After the food is returned, don't waste it, and store the excess in the cellar."

   "If you have sweet potatoes, don't dislike them. When you are really hungry, it is a good thing. You are very hungry!"

   "What kind of yam, taro, etc., as long as they can be eaten, they will be brought home."

   "To put it bluntly, we are competing with God for jobs. If you want to survive, don't be lazy."

  Although production and management are now collective, the production team still has control over the group's land.

   Small-scale adjustments can be made to the group's land according to population growth and distribution.

   In terms of group size, each production team is divided into three to five groups according to the principle of farmers' voluntary.

  The grain production area with relatively high population density is about five to eight households, that is, the scale of twenty or thirty people.

  Jiang Ping'an nodded and smiled, "That's reasonable, a living person can't be suffocated to death by urine."

   "Compared to other provinces, life in our capital city is actually much better."

   "Everyone can't just wait for the relief food. It is serious to think of ways."

  Liang Laosan nodded and said: "Indeed, relying on mountains and mountains, relying on everyone to run, only oneself is the most reliable."

   "We don't want to go hungry this year, we can't look up to God, and we can't look up to our superiors. We have to work hard ourselves."

  Collective management is bad at this point.

  Standard working day is eight hours of ordinary labor a day, and the work and rest time is determined by the production team according to the season.

  After eight hours, everyone doesn't care about anything.

   Within eight hours, many people were just dawdling.

   It is a day to be able to mix it up, and you will get work points.

  At first everyone was very enthusiastic.

  But with the passage of time, all that lazy energy has been learned.

   That's it, it's no wonder you're not hungry.

  After ten o'clock, people dispersed one after another.

   After Jiang Ping'an and Qin Jingru took a shower, they returned to the bedroom to toss.

   The wind stopped and the clouds stopped.

   "Ping An, these difficult days, will they really not get better in the next year?" Qin Jingru asked curiously.

  Jiang Pingan lit a cigarette, took a look at her, and asked:

   "When you were good years ago, how was everyone's life?"

   "Uh..." Qin Jingru was immediately stopped by the question.

   In the past, when we were good years, everyone's life seemed to be difficult!

   "I figured it out, life in the countryside is hard, I still have to go to the city!"

  Qin Jingru suddenly came back to his senses, never forgetting his original intention, and firm in his will.

  Jiang Pingan laughed, rubbed her hair and said:

   "Why are you reacting so much? I won't let you go hungry!"

   "Don't worry, no matter how hard the day is, I can still make you eat and drink spicy food."

  Qin Jingru smiled happily, nudged in his arms, and said happily:

   "It's great, I found a good man in my life!"

  Jiang Ping'an smiled and asked, "Do you want to live in the city now?"

   "I want to, but I'm not in a hurry now. I want to go to school and learn more knowledge." Qin Jingru nodded and replied.

   "You have helped me so much, no matter what I do, I can't live up to it, right?"

   "Now I don't worry about work, nor about the indicators for entering the city. What else is there to be dissatisfied with?"

   "So, even if studying is a headache, to me, it's still a trivial matter."

  (end of this chapter)

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