Siheyuan: Bringing Warehouses to 1959

Fifteen people caught nearly 1,500 kilograms of fish in five or six hours.

Zeng Wangcai originally wanted to catch a thousand kilograms of fish, but something went wrong today. The fishing team was overwhelmed, and his space produced a thousand kilograms of fish, but the actual catch was about five hundred kilograms.

In the afternoon, Zeng Wangcai looked at the people who were able to catch fish without his help in holding the fishing rod, and secretly wondered if the bait he had casually thrown had worked, otherwise it would be difficult to explain.

But the result was good. The one thousand kilograms of space fish was immediately inconspicuous among the five hundred kilograms of various fish.

The villagers were so excited that they swarmed over the canteen entrance to grab the baskets. Four or five people carried a basket over, and soon the open space in front of the canteen entrance was filled with baskets and there was a strong smell of fish.

But now, the fishy smell smells like the most wonderful smell in the world to the villagers.

"Caught...caught so many fish?" Secretary Wang couldn't help rubbing his eyes, and then his face darkened slightly, "Zeng Laosan, you hid it well enough. It turns out that you have so many members who can fish and know how to fish. Why didn't you tell us before?"

Zhu Laojiu said sinisterly, "Zeng Laosan, you have bad intentions. Did you catch some fish before and keep them for yourself?"

This crime is not a small one!

There are three levels of management: production team, production brigade, and commune. All output belongs to the collective, must be handed in, and then distributed uniformly.

In other words, in principle, the labor income of members belongs to the public, but whether this includes fishing gains is debatable. In some places, the management is strict, and even if you pick up a needle on the ground, it belongs to the collective. In other places, the management is looser, and you earn work points for work, and the income at other times is turned a blind eye.

Zeng Laosan was well prepared. He ignored Zhu Laojiu's sarcastic words and said directly to Secretary Wang: "This is not the credit of our members, but the credit of Wangcai. Without Wangcai, let alone fifteen members, even one hundred and fifty members would be useless. Have you forgotten that last time we sent you fish, Wangcai and his five men in Yongding River caught more than 700 kilograms of fish a day, but today it was still less. It's good that he is willing to teach the members how to fish..."

According to Zeng Laosan's description, Zeng Wangcai is a selfless and good child.

The most crucial thing is that Zeng Wangcai is not a member of the cooperative. He is from Sijiucheng City. His unit and organizational affiliation are all with the steel rolling mill. Who can control this?

Secretary Wang immediately understood the interests involved and glared at Zhu Laojiu sternly: "Don't exaggerate. We are not allowed to have traitors in Maihe Commune, and we cannot allow other ideologies to appear."

One sentence of otherism covers everything!

This is what a smart person does. When ideas that are inconsistent with current policies appear in your own territory, you have the credit for the discovery, but you are also guilty of mismanagement.

Secretary Wang was very curious about how Zeng Wangcai and his men could harvest 1,500 kilograms of fish in just one afternoon, so he walked towards the heroic team surrounded by villagers.

Zeng Laosan was a little nervous. He didn't know what Zeng Wangcai was going to do with the fish.

Logically speaking, the catches all belong to Zeng Wangcai, and the right of distribution is in Zeng Wangcai's hands. However, according to the commune's policy, among those who fish are members, and they use their working time to go fishing. So if Secretary Wang insists on confiscating the catches, conflicts may arise.

"Everyone, make way, Secretary Wang is here. Wangcai, Secretary Wang wants to talk to you." Zeng Laosan pushed the crowd aside.

"Hello, Secretary Wang!" Zeng Wangcai met the commune secretary who was dressed differently.

"Good, good, good, Comrade Wangcai!" Secretary Wang's expression changed in an instant, and after the cordial greeting, he said, "First of all, I want to thank you for the wild boar you hunted. It has improved the lives of our members and solved the difficulties of our commune."

"Secretary Wang, you are too polite. My grandmother and second uncle are both in Maihe Commune, so I am half a member of the commune. This is what I should do." Zeng Wangcai patiently spoke politely to Secretary Wang.

After a few minutes, the formalities were over.

Secretary Wang asked, "How did you catch these fish? Are there really 1,500 kilograms?"

Zeng Wangcai was prepared for this question and immediately brought Zhou Yuanbai out to take the blame.

"So there are experts from the Academy of Sciences. No wonder." Secretary Wang's doubts were dispelled.

The next step was the exciting weighing. Zeng Laosan called Li Baotian to take out the big scale from the warehouse, and then asked Accountant Hu to take a notebook to record the accounts.

There were no scales in the countryside, and even ordinary families didn't have scales. The production team had a large scale, which was very useful. It was used to weigh the harvested grain and other things.

Brothers Goudan and Gousheng got on their horses and first weighed the basket. Then the two of them lifted a shoulder pole together. The shoulder pole passed through the rope on the big scale and the iron hook under the big scale hooked up the shoulder pole, so that the weight could be weighed.

The process of weighing the fish lasted for quite some time, while Accountant Hu was doing the final calculations and statistics.

At this time, Zeng Jinhuan's three sisters came over and begged Goudan and Gousheng to call them.

Now in the hearts of Goudan and Gousheng, Zeng Wangcai is a god, so how could they not agree to his sister’s request.

Goudan, in a good mood, shouted loudly: "Come on, come on, all you little bastards, come here, I will weigh and sell you all today."

Selling it was of course a joke, but the children in the village were not afraid. They all ran over happily and surrounded it, waiting to be weighed.

Zeng Jinhuan skillfully grabbed the iron hook of the scale, passed one foot through the crook of her arm, and hung her whole body on the hook. In the countryside, this is the correct way to use a large scale to weigh yourself.

"Forty-eight kilograms, Jinhuan has gained weight, next one." Goudan reported Zeng Jinhuan's weight.

Poor thing, Zeng Jinhuan is over ten years old. Her normal weight should be over 60 kilograms, but she is only 48 kilograms. People even tease her for being fat.

In fact, the children in the village were generally thin and could not meet the height and weight standards for children in later generations.

Some people would bring up genes as an issue, which I cannot deny, but in fact nutrition is the most important thing.

Accountant Hu finished counting the weights and reported the figures: "All the fish weighed a total of 1,452.3 jin."

"Oh oh oh, less than 1,500 pounds, Goudan, come here, the soles are coming!"

"Hehe..., you're bragging too much!"

Two villagers started to make a fuss, but it was obvious that they had no ill intentions. One thousand four hundred and fifty kilograms, let alone fish, even if it was food or coarse grains, it would be enough to make them happy.

Now that the quantity is determined, the final question becomes how to distribute it.

After Secretary Wang raised the question of how to distribute the funds, he looked at Zeng Wangcai intently, waiting for him to speak.

What he did was pretty good. If it were someone else, he would probably put on airs and make the decision directly.

To be honest, Zeng Wangcai did not consider the issue of distribution before fishing, because the fish were all his. Giving a little to the village was a favor, giving more was a thank you for the village's help, and giving even more was the result of Goudan and his friends' own labor.

But now there are two problems. First, Goudan and his friends caught a lot of fish. Second, apart from themselves, no one else can tell who caught how many fish.

"Well, can we let the village chief decide?" Zeng Wangcai tactfully said, "After all, we are all members, and going fishing will also take up the time of the members."

When fishing in the afternoon, Zeng Wangcai heard Goudan and the others shouting and realized that they actually fished on weekdays. The production team would even organize members to go fishing and hunting during the slack season, such as the last time they hunted wild boars, but the harvest was not this good.

Zeng Laosan was also unsure and said anxiously, "How about... Secretary Wang, you decide?"