With the spiritual spring space, rebirth in the red era

Zhao Tian said that the province, commune and brigade will give rewards, maybe a certificate or some property. All Xue Ming can do is wait patiently.

A group of people were sorting wheat on the playground of the brigade headquarters. They sifted out all the wheat that was not full, and cleaned it completely without any chaff.

The grain, color and fullness of the selected good grains are not as good as the wheat grown by Xue Ming in the space. The space wheat can explode them all.

"Why do you want to single out good grain? Can you only use good grain to pay public food?" Xue Ming asked.

Zhao Tian said solemnly, "Of course we must give the best food to the country, and of course we must use good food to support the country's industrial construction. You kid should learn from this. This is the selfless dedication you lack."

Xue Mingxin said that my dedication was nothing, and he did not believe that farmers today have such a high ideological level.

"There are specialized quality inspectors for grain. If you send bad wheat, they will reject it. When the time comes, they will ask you to take it back and re-select it. It's not troublesome enough to go back and forth." Liu Yue'e told her son in a low voice.

Sure enough, Xue Ming guessed right. Those who are covered with silkworms are not sericulture people, and those who eat good food are not food growers.

Zhao Tian arranged for everyone to put the selected good grain into bags and weigh them. The bags of grain filled ten carts.Six donkeys and two mules pulled eight carts, and the remaining two carts could only be pushed and pulled by manpower.

The public grain delivery team set off in a mighty manner, with Zhao Tian riding Xue Ming's bicycle to clear the way in front.

Xue Ming sat in the back seat and whispered, "Don't we still have a few cows? Why don't we let the cows pull the cart?"

"You must cherish the power of cattle, little comrade. The status of cattle is higher than yours. You cannot let them do other jobs except plowing the fields." Zhao Tian said.

"Uncle, please explain to me, why did you ask me to pay public food with you? Why do you say I am a gold medal to avoid death?" Xue Ming always felt that this old man was trying to trick people.

"You'll know when the time comes." Zhao Tian smiled like an old fox.

Xue Ming reached out and took out the account book from his pocket. It said that the Zhaocun Brigade planted [-] acres of wheat fields, with a total output of less than [-] jins, and an average yield per mu of less than [-] jins.

The yield per mu of space wheat fields is [-] kilograms, which is the joint contribution of urea, spiritual spring water and black soil. The current wheat yield is really impressive.

"Forty percent? Why so much?" Xue Ming said, "Holy shit, the proportion of public grain collection is actually [-]%."

"Last year it was [-]%. I don't know why I have to pay [-]% this year." After Zhao Tian finished speaking, he cursed in a low voice.

Xue Ming continued to read and was shocked again. It turned out that the tax was based on the ratio of two hundred catties per mu. "Our average yield per mu is only one hundred catties. Why do we charge it at two hundred catties?"

"Don't ask." Zhao Tian pedaled his bicycle hard with his head down. Two hundred kilograms per mu was the minimum collection standard set by the Grain Bureau. Unfortunately, this year's drought yielded only one hundred kilograms per mu.

Therefore, the account book states that the Zhaocun Brigade should pay [-] kilograms of public grain, but the total output was less than [-] kilograms. After paying the public grain, there were only more than [-] kilograms left.

Xue Ming took out his pen and calculated in his account book. On average, 15 kilograms of seeds are needed per mu of farmland, and 4500 kilograms of seeds are reserved for [-] acres of land.

"After removing the seeds, there are only 1500 kilograms of wheat left. How can we divide it among so many people in our brigade?" Xue Ming asked.

"You still want to divide the wheat? Go ahead and dream!" Zhao Tian couldn't help but sneer, "Our work points can only be divided into sweet potatoes and potatoes, and the wheat will be kept in the brigade warehouse for later use."

"Okay, I'm too naive." Xue Ming has always looked down on the work points of the brigade. After working hard for more than half a year, he can only divide 360 ​​kilograms of sweet potatoes. Who can withstand this?

"Thankfully you didn't go crazy with Xue Dingshan. Fortunately I stopped you in time, otherwise we wouldn't even be able to eat sweet potatoes." Xue Ming said lightly.

"Don't mention that thing again. That bastard Xue Dingshan has gone away. It was me who was obsessed with it at the time." Zhao Tian's heart thumped as he almost caused a catastrophe.

If the yield of [-] kilograms per mu is really confirmed, it will not be enough to pay the public grain for the entire autumn harvest. What will the people eat then?

The convoy traveled eight miles to the Liucun Brigade. Their team for delivering public rations was even larger, stretching as far as the eye could see.

It was dark when we arrived at the commune food station, and the gate was crowded with people. After all the hard work, everyone finally found their place in the queue.

"Let's come back another day. Depending on the situation, we will have to queue for at least two days." Xue Ming has mild social phobia and will feel uncomfortable when there are many people around.

"You must pay the public food within three days today, tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow. If you exceed the deadline, you will be named and criticized by the commune. I, Zhao Tian, ​​cannot afford to lose this person."

Zhao Tian spread a rotten straw mat on the ground and a rotten bedding on the ground. "I forgot to tell you to bring bedding, so you can spend the night with me tonight."

The other members of the club were busy laying floors, staying overnight and paying the public food tomorrow. Xue Ming didn't want to suffer this, "I'll spend the night at Director Pei's house and come back early tomorrow morning."

Zhao Tian hesitated for a moment and nodded, "Leave your big yellow dog to me. I'm worried about saboteurs stealing food at night."

Xue Ming bent down and touched Rhubarb's head, then led it around the grain team, and was soon surrounded by people eating melons.

These days, people can’t fill their bellies, and those who can afford to raise dogs are either rich or noble.

"Rhubarb, if a stranger approaches the grain truck at night, you yell." Xue Ming took out two pieces of boiled sweet potatoes from his schoolbag to feed it, and then handed it to Zhao Tian.

The common people who paid public food sat on the ground, some gathered in small groups and chatted, some lay on the ground to rest, and there was an old man playing the erhu and singing Dongfanghong.

Xue Ming found a place where no one was and entered the space. He turned on his flashlight and entered the bamboo house to rest. Suddenly, the sound of a deer came from outside. It was like calling a soul.

"What are you talking about?" Xue Ming lit up the kerosene lantern and carried it in his hand. He grabbed the small leather whip in the corner and prepared to train them.

As soon as I opened the door, I was stunned. There were three sika deers, two large and one small, standing in the yard. The female deer actually gave birth to a baby.

The male deer came to the owner with his antlers on his head, turned around and said "Yo" to his wife and children. The female deer also slowly approached the owner with her fawn, as if she wanted to introduce the children to the owner.

"Oh, it's so cute." Xue Ming said with a beaming smile. He squatted down and carefully touched the deer's head. The little guy couldn't stand still and suddenly made a bleating sound from his mouth.

"It's so cute. You two have contributed a lot." Xue Ming turned around and went to the warehouse to get some carrots to feed the sika deer. It is a happy event to have a baby.

He slept soundly that night, dreaming that his herd of deer had grown to dozens or hundreds, and he could earn a lot of money by selling a lot of deer antlers.

The next day he woke up laughing from his dream, had breakfast and left the space to go to the food group. Suddenly a middle-aged aunt stopped him and said, "Young man, is that big wolf dog of the Zhao Village brigade yours?"

Xue Ming nodded. This aunt didn't look like a farmer. She was wearing blue khaki clothes, which was the standard outfit of the working class.

"I'm sorry, little comrade, I have a question to ask you. Can you go over there and say it?" The aunt pointed to the shade of a tree in the distance.