Eighties Sweetheart Wife-Chapter 45 - The land on the south bank of the river should be allocated to my family

Chapter 45 -45: The land on the south bank of the river should be allocated to my family.

Chapter 45 -45: The land on the south bank of the river should be allocated to my family.

Song Ting still felt as if she were drunk, unsteady on her feet, but some things she said were quite clear, “Mainly because you look young, Sister Zhao.

Also, I’m only three years older than Little Nuan, so it’s perfectly normal for me to call you ‘sister’.”

Zhao Li pointed to the two sacks in the corner of the house and told Song Yunuan that they were purchased on her behalf.

The dampness wasn’t too bad, and there were no bugs or other problems, so eat them with peace of mind.

Song Yunuan gave her seven yuan, and Zhao Li accepted without objection.

She even wanted them to stay for a meal, but Song Yunuan said they still had to go inform her uncle’s family.

They informed not only Song Nian and Sun Jinrong, but also Song Mingbo.

Then they set off back to the village.

On the way, they encountered Sister Niu.

The bus that was initially passing by stopped, and after exchanging pleasantries and learning that Song Ting had been admitted to a cultural troupe after an audition, Sister Niu happily congratulated her, then asked, “Can shepherd’s purse still be picked?”

Old Man Song immediately said, “Yes, there is plenty by the river banks and in the fields.

Moreover, shepherd’s purse will bloom only after more than a month, so now is the perfect time to pick and eat it.”

“Uncle, the cafeteria at the construction site still wants the shepherd’s purse we picked last time, they’ll pay the same five cents.

If we pick now, can we deliver it to the hostel by tomorrow morning?”

“Yes, guaranteed,” the one with the authority, Old Man Song, immediately assured confidently.

He’d been all over the village these past few days and knew exactly where the shepherd’s purse was most abundant.

However, the nearby patches had been picked clean, and the villagers were also eating it.

But they weren’t consuming a lot of it.

For generations, wild vegetables by the fields and river banks had been a staple from childhood to adulthood, hardly anything out of the ordinary.

He only mentioned that if you went south out of the village and crossed the little stream, there was a large patch of shepherd’s purse.

Old Song cracked his whip as he drove the horse cart, the crisp sound earning Song Yunuan’s praise for her grandfather’s skilled driving.

To speak the truth, riding a bus nowadays really isn’t as comfortable as riding in a horse cart.

When they got home, they found that it was General Iron guarding the door.

Where were all the people?

What place did they go to?

Old Man Song opened the courtyard gate and carried the sacks into the house, puzzled in the yard.

He had been looking forward to sharing the incredible joy with his wife all the way back.

There was nobody at the Old Sun’s family to the east.

The Old Jiang’s family to the west was also empty.

It was only after running into the third child of the Liu family at the gate that they discovered all the villagers were at a meeting at the Brigade Leader’s office.

The real situation was that the county had chosen the nearby Sunflower Commune as a pilot area.

The commune had been quietly having meetings these past days and, after concluding their discussions, had begun implementation.

As a result, the tasks were distributed to the various brigade leaders.

Song Liang even asked President Huang directly, as he was about to be dismissed and wondered if it was appropriate for him to handle such distributions.

President Huang had not received any disciplinary notice.

Deep down, he understood that Song Liang was not the only one in such a situation; if leaders were to be dismissed just because a serious crime occurred in their area of responsibility, there would be constant turnover every year.

Human nature, after all, is the most terrifying thing.

Everyone knows that murder is punishable by death, but has that reduced the number of those who break the law even though they know it?

But this was not something that could be discussed with Song Liang.

One must administer according to their position, and be responsible for every day they hold office.

Consequently, Song Liang was presiding over the general meeting of all the villagers of Erdao River Village.

But now, the meeting was at a deadlock and the arguments were fierce.

The pilot program involves allocating land to farming households as the basic unit.

They fulfill their obligations to the collective and the state as prescribed, and the remainder is entirely their own.

Working collectively and sharing the communal pot is a welfare for the lazy, while the diligent suffer for it.

But when the land is in individual hands, if one cheats or cuts corners, not reaching the standard, they not only get fined but also go hungry.

Besides, if the land is yours, who’s going to work it if not you?

Song Liang was very much in favor of this pilot program.

As the brigade leader, he knew all too well how many slackers in Erdao River Village were muddling through.

In fact, the land in Erdao River Village was easy to divide.

It’s not that good, but within the not so good, there are even worse parts.

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After listening carefully, he stood up and said, “My Song Liang is about to stop being the brigade leader, still he’s dividing land for everyone.

This is the kind of job that offends people.

We don’t need that trouble.”

Song Liang said helplessly, “Dad, please don’t get involved.”

Old Man Song sat down huffily without saying a word.

Song Liang continued, “I’ve been brigade leader for over a decade and honestly haven’t contributed much.

So, let’s do this, the patch of land to the south of the creek in the river beach can go to my family.

As for the rest, everyone can draw lots.

Otherwise, the land in our village will never be divided.

The commune has said that this is linked to relief grain distribution.”

Someone immediately shouted, “Why should we draw lots?

What if I’m unlucky?”

“I think drawing lots is good.

It comes down to personal skill.”

“Why divide at all?

I think working together is quite nice,” said the laziest person in the village.

“I think it’s good to divide.

If we want to work more or less, that’s up to us.

Otherwise, why should the hardworking folks earn the same work points as the lazy bums all year round?

It’s not fair.

I’ve wanted to say this for a while.

This pilot program is good, my whole family supports it,” said Hou Guzi from Old Hou’s family.

A family of more than ten, indeed all very capable.

Old Man Song, not sitting with his wife, angrily said, “I disagree with this drawing of lots, and as for something better, I disagree even more.

Brigade Leader Song, why are you deciding to give the worst land to our family, huh?

Are you trying to show off how capable and selfless you are?

I disagree!”

But to himself, he thought that the difference wasn’t that great after all, and the land south of the creek on the river beach was full of shepherd’s purse.

Old Mrs.

Song, with a gloomy face, scoffed, “I also disagree, we might as well all draw lots.

If I get it, then I’ll accept it!”

But internally, she was so anxious she was scratching her ears and cheeks, dying to ask her husband how Tingting was doing, whether she was nervous or not, if there was any hope, if they were dismissed without a glance because they were villagers.

Song Liang exchanged a look with his parents and then suddenly stood up, bowing towards his father, his voice choked with emotion, “Dad, I’m sorry, your son is incompetent, but no one wants that land.

Please support me one last time, I’m begging you.”

At the mention of ‘one last time’, Old Man Song ran out of steam.

What more could he say?

He could only turn his head away in resentment.

Old Mrs.

Song wiped away tears, “Isn’t this bullying, how come, what abhorrent thing has my Song Liang done to deserve such an end?”

Old Mrs.

Sun patted her back sympathetically, unsure of what to say for comfort.

The land in question was on the edge of Erdao River Village, the farthest plot, often flooded, turning into a muddy mess when it rained.

They had always planted corn there, but the yield was low.

Song Liang said, “The worst land has been allocated to my family.

The rest will be decided by drawing lots.

The commune has stated that relief grain will be given first to the poverty-stricken brigade that completes the division first.”

Erdao River Village was one of the poor brigades.

Upon hearing this, the clamor died down because food supplies were running low in every household.

Hou Guzi said, “Brigade leader, we remember all you’ve done.

If there’s an election for brigade leader again, my family guarantees we’ll still vote for you!”