The trap set last time failed to catch the wild animals, so Qin Yuli paid more attention this time.
The two had a good relationship with him, and when they saw him sneaking up the mountain, they followed him with their hind feet.
"Brother, what are you doing? Aren't you afraid of wild boars and tigers inside?"
Qin Yuli walked into the mountain, this time he went deeper. The trap he set last time was on the hillside. Leaning outside, old people and children often came to pick wild vegetables and wild fruits. It is not easy to catch game. Those small animals know that There are people outside, and it is easy to not set foot outside. Whether the traps set can catch the prey or not depends on luck.
Obviously, a few young people were not so lucky.
Qin Yuli stood and stepped, looked left and right, smiled when he saw the traces of rabbit footprints, found a way for the rabbit to go and started to set traps.
It is very simple to do this kind of trap. Just find a few bamboos and sharpen their heads. They are all wild children who grew up in the countryside. They are familiar with this kind of thing. What to do, I helped to do it together, and dug a hole to see if there would be any silly pheasants jumping into it.
After finishing the job, a few bastards clapped their hands and sat on the ground with their legs crossed casually. The two of them were curious about what it would be like to be a father by Qin Yuli. It would be a conscience not to take that tender and soft doll into a mud doll.
The two struggled for a while and finally summoned up the courage to ask questions. The reason they were so entangled was because a bitch had asked the same topic in front of him. He said, how does it feel to be a father when Brother Qin is happy
Do you have to carry it with shit and urine as the old man said, and say that he admires Qin brother very much, Qin brother can pick up a beautiful girl for nothing, luck is good, it is amazing to be a father before marrying a daughter-in-law , buddies envy him.
A few bastards set a line with him at that time, who, who is the envy of his buddies
This is entirely the man's own words.
Following the man, Qin Yuli gave him a beating. After beating, he blew his fist and said, "This is what it feels like to be a father. If I want to beat a good son, I will beat him. How do you feel?"
A few bastards were lying on the ground with a smile, and the man lost his face. In this regard, the bastards in Dahuai Village did not dare to ask this topic again.
Now I will ask it because it started early in the morning. Qin Yuli doesn't know what good things have happened. He is in a good mood, and his expression is like a spring breeze. angry.
One of these two goods is Erzhuzi and the other is Mudun. Since childhood, they fought with Qin Yuli and fought with each other. They competed with each other in the neighboring village and with other fellows of the same age or a few years older in the village, picking wild fruits. , catching fish, fighting for everything.
It was also that Erzhuzi had a better relationship with Mudun and Qin Yuli, and after seeing him for so many days, he was in a rare good mood, so he mustered up the courage to ask this fatal question.
Qin Yuli took the grass roots in his mouth and said, "Want to hear the truth or lie?"
Erzhuzi: "The truth, of course it is the truth!"
Mu Dun had a different idea from Er Zhuzi. He said, "The lie is to deal with the old lady? Brother, why are you acting with the old lady? The old aunt seems to like that little brat."
Qin Yuli glared at Mu Dun, "You can call a brat too?"
Mu Dun scratched the back of his head and stared at him a little puzzled. It's obvious that Brother Qin himself called him that, but he dislikes that brat, no, that little milk baby.
Qin Yuli: "The lie is that I don't like that brat. It's very annoying. I'm going to take it out tomorrow and throw it away."
"The truth is, milk dolls are quite fun. I have brought out the fun. I'm going to take them to see them again, and then throw them away after a while."
Two pillars and wooden piers: "..."
"No, Brother Qin, didn't you tell us that you hate that brat?"
Qin Yuli glared at him again: "You called the brat?"
Mudun: "..." Why doesn't he have a long memory? !
The two of them couldn't understand how Qin Yuli's thoughts became so fast. If he said what he said before, these two sentences should be reversed.
Now even the cubs are not allowed to bark.
Qin Yuli: "My daughter's name is Qin Yinyin, and my surname is Qin Yinyin, do you hear me?"
Erzhuzi Mudun: "...I heard it."
"No, brother, are you sure these two words are not contradictory?"
Erzhuzi followed Mudun's words and said, "Isn't the first sentence true, and the latter sentence a lie to deal with the old lady?"
They know how much the old lady of the Qin family likes the little granddaughter she picked up. As Mrs. Chen's favorite son, Qin Yuli is good at acting to make the old man happy.
Qin Yuli's face darkened, then he stood up, walked down the mountain, and said as he walked, "Is this a person with no credibility?"
Erzhuzi and Mu Dunzi kept their heads down and didn't speak... Really.
After the autumn harvest, the work in the field was less busy and more leisurely. Several well-known idle gangsters in the team hid for most of the day, and the commune members just pretended not to see it, and passed by with one eye closed.
Right now, what everyone is most concerned about is the payment of public food.
Let's put it this way, this year's grain harvest, if there is no need to hand over a grain of grain, then these grains will only be enough to feed the members until next year.
If we handed over the public food according to the previous commune's target, everyone would wait to starve together. According to the current eating method in the cafeteria, it may only be enough to pass the first few months, and it is time to starve after the new year.
There is a story passed down by word of mouth among the older generation. It is said that in the first two years of the founding of the Xinhua Kingdom, this land experienced a severe drought that was rarely seen in a century.
There are people fleeing the famine everywhere. They can’t drink enough water, not to mention the crops, they all wither on the ground. Even after you have just sown the spring seeds on your front feet, you haven’t seen germination on your back feet for two months. The land, come on, the seeds sown earlier only had shells left, and died in the ground, without even a chance to germinate.
Right now, the villagers haven't gotten to this point, and haven't thought about it, but occasionally the elderly old man in the village recalled such a mouth when he was smoking a cigarette.
He also said in a nice way, saying that we still have hope, don't be afraid, "When we were young, when we escaped with our parents, it was called no way to survive, there was no water and no food, there was a weed in the ground, it was a treasure, pick it up and chew it. Just chew it and swallow it."
"It's good for us to survive. How many people died in this terrible weather."
It's meaningless to say these things, it's just a matter of recalling bitterness and sweetness, thinking about more bitterness and looking at the present day, and then I feel that there is still hope for life, and they will always have a way to live the life.
The ones who made the commune members red-eyed are still to come. Originally, they had done a good job of psychological construction for themselves, and thought that everything should be in a positive direction. I also thought that the above would leave a way for our people to live. Think more for us, and think that the commune is this year It's not that I will make fun of paying public grain, even if I pay less, I can make up for it next year.
But no, not at all. In the morning, the commune convened a meeting of the leaders of the major production teams to discuss the issue of handing over public grain after the autumn harvest.
Qin Guoshu had a sullen face, watching the other production team captains report the grain production there, talking eloquently, with a beautiful look on his face.
The commune secretary laughed from ear to ear.
Qin Guoshu's heart sank.
Everyone is from the same land. Could it be that God is so partial to make the crops on your land grow better
But the Dahuai production team is not good
When it was Qin Guoshu's turn, under the gaze of the commune secretary and several commune officers, when Qin Guoshu opened his mouth, it was as if lead was poured into his throat, and he couldn't open his mouth.
The other production teams said the grain yield was higher than Qin Guoshu expected, and even higher than the target given by the commune. Could they not know the consequences of doing so? I know, but they still do it. One of them is to follow the trend, and the other is to not lose face in front of the leaders. Others have a good harvest, but you are poor
Qin Guoshu thought of the sad and hopeful faces in the team, the child in his wife's womb, and the three-year-old niece who just entered the old Qin family. Said to let the uncle leave work early and eat on time.
His mother also said that she looked so good-looking before she came to our house, and it makes no sense that she would lose weight after receiving it from the house, and she said that she would eat it every day.
Qin Guoshu's eyes were fixed, and he did not follow the trend of other production teams, but reported the actual output.
When he said that, there was silence.
The captains of the other production teams looked at him with the eyes of a madman, and the secretary of the commune almost broke the water cup in his hand.
After the meeting, the secretary of the commune deliberately patted him on the shoulder: "Comrade Xiao Qin, everything is difficult now. You have to bring your commune members to overcome all difficulties and contribute to the development of our country."
"There has been some movement in the south recently. There is food waiting there. We have to support it."
"In this way, you don't have to compare with other production teams, but pay the public grain according to the index given before."
After speaking, he took a few officers back to the office.
The captains of the other production teams who were in the meeting dared to come over and said incredulously, "Old Qin, are you crazy?"
"Now everyone is reporting like this. You are reporting so low by yourself. You will have to evaluate the advanced production team and the advanced captain of the autumn harvest next month. During the evaluation, you are not afraid of offending the boss? Be careful that this captain's position is all given to you."
Qin Guoshu ignored him, he followed him to the office of the commune secretary, and shamelessly repeated the demands of the commune members, "We are willing to work harder, and we will make up for the public grain owed when we have a better harvest next year."
It was useless, Qin Guoshu was criticized and asked the little secretary beside the leader to invite him out.
The captain bowed his head and returned to the team. The members of the community felt a little stunned. They all knew that the captain went to a meeting early this morning for the public food issue, and they were all waiting to see if there was any good news.
The result came out. The good news is that there is no good news. It is necessary to pay it. It is necessary to tighten the belt. There are many old men and women who came over on the spot and cried while covering their faces. ah
Yinyin was held by her grandmother and stood in the crowd, looking at the uncle's dark face, frowning tightly and standing at the front, many adults were crying.
She tilted her head and asked inexplicably, "Milk, why are they crying?"
Chen Qiuhua sighed and touched her granddaughter's little head, "They are all going hungry."
"Don't worry, darling, milk is still for you to eat every day."
Yinyin smiled, but she didn't ask any further questions, she could see that her grandmother was also in a bad mood.
Seriously, a small bowl of rice paste every morning is really boring for dumplings. Even if she had a bad life before, she has eaten something good. The aunt next door will always stuff her with something every three days. To eat, sometimes it is boiled chicken soup and bone soup, sometimes it is meat dishes made at home, ordinary green vegetables, etc., and I can't fool a child, so I use these to make up some oil and water for the child to eat.
No matter how hard it was, the dumplings still grew up eating rice and white noodles, and they also ate delicious meat and meat, as well as the small snacks that were bought by the small shops in the community.
But after coming here, I haven't eaten anything other than gooey, dried sweet potatoes and wild vegetables. Occasionally, my milk will be soaked in brown sugar water, and nothing else.
The dumplings can't understand what the adults are worrying about, but she can think about it herself, and she thinks to others, she wants to eat meat, other adults must also think, no snacks to eat, no meat to eat, so these uncles, aunts, grandparents and grandparents will Sad to cry.
How can the young dumplings know that the members do want to eat meat, but that is something they dare not think about. Being able to fill their stomachs is their most urgent need.
The next day, the commune sent people and carts to take away the food and the hearts of the commune members.
Someone rubbed their arms: "Autumn hasn't passed yet, why does it feel like winter is coming?"
It would be nice if winter came, time passed quickly and they could hold on a little longer.
Tuanzi pondered for two days, and in private, Ai Ai talked to his grandmother, saying that he was hungry and wanted to eat meat, "The uncle must also want to eat, he is as unhappy as Yinyin, and Dad, Dad is good. I haven't eaten in a few days, so I must be hungry."
Chen Qiuhua knew that the good granddaughter secretly gave half of Mufu to her father, even if the second time, her unreliable third child's conscience found that she refused, and let the girl eat by herself, Chen Qiuhua also caught the third child. After a training, he said that he had no face and no skin, why did he grab food from his three-year-old daughter
The white-faced and black-faced man who was doing his homework beside him pursed his lips and did not dare to speak after hearing the loud voice of the milk. They still remember that when they were three or four years old, the third uncle robbed them of dried sweet potatoes and fried dumplings.
At that time, why didn't the milk talk about the third uncle
Bai Mian secretly said to his younger brother Hei Mian, "It must be that my sister is too cute. We are stinky boys, and we don't welcome milk. Milk only likes sister Yinyin."
Hei Mian nodded in agreement, they also liked the beautiful sister who was white and tender.
Big flowers and small flowers: "… "
With such an appearance, Chen Qiuhua likes her granddaughter even more. She said that she has good eyesight, and she has a good eye for a good girl. Bring it back, who is she, Chen Qiuhua
Ordinary people, even if she saves her, she will not be so devoted to repaying her kindness. Giving a handful of rice is repaying her favor, and raising her for a lifetime is also repaying her favor. It depends on the mentality of the person.
Chen Qiuhua couldn't wait to hold her granddaughter in her palm and pet her heart.
Listening to her question, she looked at her granddaughter several times, and the children on the side stretched their ears and swallowed.
Darling, my sister is so courageous, even during the Chinese New Year, they didn't dare to open their mouths to mention the meat.
Chen Qiuhua was sad because her family was poor and could not afford meat for her good granddaughter. She wondered if she should go back and find her three sons to try their luck in the mountains to get some meat to eat
No, the eldest son can't go, he can't take the princess with every needle and thread, and if he turns around and beats the meat, this one who doesn't care can give her to the team.
It would be nice to let the second and third sons go.
Chen Qiuhua planned this, but before she could say it, when it got dark, her third son Fengchen came in from outside, carrying a basket on his back and one in his hand.
"What's the matter?"
Qin Yuli looked left and right to see that his eldest brother was not there, and saw his son sitting next to her milk with wide eyes, and also called Dad sweetly.
Qin Yuli felt at ease, smiled a little hesitantly, and instructed: "Black face, go and see if the courtyard door is closed?"
He put two baskets on the ground again, and lifted the straw covering them, "Well, see for yourself."
The people of the old Qin family were all there except the eldest Qin Guoshu, who was not there. They all came up to take a look. When they saw it, they were shocked.