Early the next morning, after dinner, Qian Shulan asked Sun Daqin to take care of Xiao Min while she went to the pig farm to look for someone.
With her status, there is no need to hide anything. As long as she calls someone over for a talk, no one will be suspicious.
Although she usually doesn't care about the pig farm, she will come to check the work occasionally. If she sees someone doing something wrong, she will talk to them privately instead of criticizing or blaming them in front of so many people.
They are all from the same village, and her approach won everyone's approval, so even though she has not been in charge of the business in the past few years, she is still the accountant and deputy director of the pig farm.
"Are you okay?" Qian Shulan frowned slightly, looking at the staggering old man in front of her, somewhat unbelievably. How could he become like this after just not seeing him for a few days
Yuan Huaibao's face was covered in bruises, and it was obvious that he had been hit by something. The skin on his cheekbones was broken, and scabs had formed on them, but it was still a little creepy!
Yuan Huaibao held onto the low wall of the pigsty, his head felt heavy. He pulled the corners of his mouth, trying to smile, but the wound at the corner of his mouth made it impossible for him to complete such a simple task.
"Do you know Fang Zhongjun?"
Yuan Huaibao was stunned for a moment, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was examining her. But suddenly he thought of her identity and lowered his head again.
Qian Shulan whispered, "He asked me to take care of you!"
Yuan Huaibao smiled with relief, and then murmured, "No wonder I'm here!"
His body swayed and sweat broke out on his forehead again.
Qian Shulan frowned slightly, "What's wrong with you? Do you have a fever?"
Yuan Huaibao nodded.
Qian Shulan took out a box of antipyretic medicine from her small bag (actually a space), took out a pill and handed it to him, "Take it quickly!"
Yuan Huaibao took it and swallowed it without any water.
After he finished taking the medicine, Qian Shulan told him to go back and rest and not to work anymore.
He also called Yuan Huaibao's grandson over alone.
Although the child was only six years old, he was not short. People would believe he was eight years old. He was wearing a tattered work jacket and shivering. Qian Shulan handed him the old clothes she brought with her, "Take it!"
This cotton-padded jacket was Zhengjun's when he was a child. She took it and refilled it with cotton.
The little boy stared at the cotton-padded jacket blankly for a long time. He looked at her in disbelief, "Is this for me?"
Qian Shulan nodded.
When the little boy saw her nod, he immediately took the clothes and ran away. He disappeared in a flash.
Qian Shulan was a little amused. She hadn't said anything yet! Why was he running so fast? Qian Shulan had no choice but to walk towards where they lived.
The place where they lived was an empty pigsty at the pig farm.
The production team naturally would not build houses specifically for these people undergoing labor reform, so these people could only live in pig pens.
Fortunately, Qian Weihan felt sorry for them and built a wall with mud to enclose the pigpen into a room.
This room is for three people, so it's not too crowded.
When Qian Shulan came over, she just heard the surprised voice of the child inside, "Grandpa, Grandpa, look, this is a cotton-padded jacket someone gave me. You don't have to be cold anymore!"
Yuan Huaibao coughed a few times and said, "Grandpa is not cold, you can put on some clothes yourself!"
"I'm not cold, Grandpa, you're still sick, cover yourself!"
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Qian Shulan felt sad because there was no door, so she walked in directly. There was no bed here, only some straw. Yuan Huaibao was lying on the straw at this time, and the little boy knelt beside him, holding down the cotton jacket with both hands to prevent Yuan Huaibao from taking it off.
"Why are you here?"
"I want to talk to him about something!"
The little boy stood up and said, "Grandpa, this grandma gave me the clothes just now."
Qian Shulan took a few steps closer and whispered, "Time is urgent, I will make the child's cotton-padded jacket first, and yours should be ready by evening."
Yuan Huaibao wanted to get up and thank Qian Shulan, but Qian Shulan stopped him and said, "You don't have to thank me. I was asked to do this by someone else."
Qian Shulan motioned the little boy to come out with him, "You should take a rest first! I have something to talk to him about!"
Yuan Huaibao nodded.
Qian Shulan took the little boy to the pigpen in the back and asked, "What's your name?"
The little boy smiled and answered crisply, "My name is Yuan Zeyang."
Seeing the child so satisfied, Qian Shulan felt a little reluctant, but she still had to say what she had to say. She squatted down and looked at him, "Don't go to the chicken farm to get eggs in the future. There are people everywhere there, and you will be criticized if you are seen."
Yuan Zeyang was stunned for a moment, then his face turned pale, his lips trembled, and he asked fearfully, "Grandma, will you report me?"
Qian Shulan shook her head. "Of course I won't tell on you! I'm your grandfather's friend. If you need anything in the future, you can come to me. Don't make any mistakes, understand?"
Yuan Zeyang nodded, then lowered his head, tears soon welling up in his eyes, "Grandma, I didn't want to steal it either, but Grandpa was beaten, and I heard from Grandpa Lu that eggs can reduce swelling, so I went to steal one."
Qian Shulan touched his head and said with relief, "I know Zeyang is a good boy, but it is public property after all, and it is wrong for you to take it privately." She smiled and said, "Not many people know about this, just correct your mistake in the future!"
Yuan Zeyang nodded.
Qian Shulan thought of the wound on Yuan Huaibao's face just now, and asked, "How did your grandfather get injured?"
Yuan Zeyang was too embarrassed to mention this. He clenched his fists and his features became grim. "He was called over by the commune leaders for criticism and a lot of dirt was thrown at his face. Grandpa was injured and had a high fever when he came back. I had no choice but to ask the team leaders for help, but they said there was no antipyretic medicine here and I had to go to the town to buy it. My grandfather had no money, so he had to come back."
Qian Shulan sighed. It was not Wang Shouquan's fault. There was no health station here yet, so the medicines that Old Yang could get were very limited, and antipyretics were naturally not included.
After returning from the pig farm, Qian Shulan went home to refill her clothes. Yuan Huaibao's clothes were too thin, so he had a high fever. Since she had promised Fang Zhongjun to help take care of the grandfather and grandson, she naturally could not be careless.
But she couldn't just prepare for the two of them, she had to prepare for the others as well.
Qian Shulan found some tattered cotton-padded jackets left over from the eldest brother and his gang, and simply patched them up and stuffed cotton into them.
After they were done, Qian Shulan gave them cotton clothes to wear. In addition to clothes, she also gave them dozens of kilograms of coarse grains. It should be enough for them to eat for a while.
The next day, Qian Shulan started to get busy, mainly checking the accounts. This time she asked her children and Sun Daqin to come and help her.
Be sure to help her sort out the accounts of the two venues clearly.
Maybe it was because there was strength in numbers, and by the next day everything was done.
"Our team is going to get so much money!" Sun Daqin's eyes lit up.
Qian Shulan felt that it was too little. On average, each person only received about 100 yuan, which was far less than she had expected.
What I didn’t expect was that as the younger generation grew up, the population also increased significantly, to more than 1,200 people, 200 more than in 1958, including new brides and newborns.
In those years, the death rate in other production teams was as low as one-tenth, and as high as half. But only in Wangjia Village Production Team was the death rate the lowest, and except for a few old people who died of natural causes, no one starved to death.
So this leads to an increase in population.
The population is increasing, but the chickens in the chicken farms can’t keep up with this pace. How can this be possible
Qian Shulan felt that as the director of a chicken farm, she had to consider this issue.
When dividends were distributed, the principal invested previously was also distributed.
At first, everyone was reluctant to give up the shares. After all, the chicken farm was so profitable and the investment was too cost-effective. Qian Shulan shook her head and explained to them clearly, "There will be no such thing as private equity in the future. So just take it back!"
She told them what happened in the county. When they heard that the higher authorities were going to forcibly take back the store, everyone immediately lost interest and took their money back.
After the dividends were distributed, Qian Shulan called another meeting, "Our chicken farm needs to expand its business!"
Everyone started talking about it.
"Do we need to expand the scale of the chicken farm? I agree with this!"
"I agree, raising chickens is not as cost-effective as growing crops!"
Some people also opposed the expansion, saying, "All the laborers have gone to the chicken farm. Who will harvest the wheat during the summer harvest? Don't expand it anymore. I'm worried about being reported!"
Those who supported the expansion disagreed. "How can we be reported for running a chicken farm openly? We are not breaking the law! Besides, we still pay taxes to the commune! President Zhou also supports it."
Seeing that they were arguing, Qian Shulan hurried forward to interrupt them, "I'm not talking about expanding the scale, I'm talking about developing business, such as hatching chicks, selling chicks to other production teams, and leading everyone to do it together!"
Everyone started talking about it.
"Who doesn't know how to hatch chicks? Why would you spend money to buy ours?"
Qian Shulan smiled and replied, "Because our chickens don't get sick. We feed them with earthworms instead of grains!"
Everyone started to think about it. It was really feasible. The chicken farm of their production team was not so troublesome. The chickens rarely got sick. And if you bought chickens, you would get the chicken farming secret for free. If you were not a fool, you would definitely agree to it.
The plan was then unanimously approved by the members.
Since she wanted to do this, she had to talk to other production teams, so Qian Weihan, Wang Shouquan and Qian Minghua were all under her command.
Everyone go out and find someone to negotiate with, and let them talk to others and buy their chicks.
The effect was surprisingly good. Other production teams had long been envious of their chicken farm, and now that such a good thing had come along, they all agreed to accept it.
Almost all of them wanted more than 5,000 chicks, and even the poorest Sunjia Village production team asked for 2,000 chicks.
Wang Shouquan doesn't buy on credit. Those who ask for money are his grandsons. He won't do such a thing that would make him lose face! So, these production team cadres were forced to do so. As if they had discussed it beforehand, they just withheld this year's dividends and invested them all in the chicken farm.
The members below didn't have any objections. Since they wouldn't be able to make much money anyway, they might as well invest it all in the chicken farm!
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