Siheyuan: The Final Winner

The evening wind blows gently.

The white moonlight shines down, and the starry sky is deep and boundless.

The small courtyard in front of Jiang Ping'an's house was very lively.

The weather was hot, and many villagers from Liangjia Village and Qinjia Village came to Jiang Ping'an's house to enjoy the shade.

For this reason, Jiang Pingan asked Qin Jingru to boil a large pot of boiling water.

I threw some Laoyin tea into it and brewed it, and invited the folks to drink it.

Laoyin tea promotes body fluids and quenches thirst. In fact, it is not a tea leaf, but a kind of leaf.

It is more common in western Sichuan, and mostly grows between high mountains and dense forests.

The tree is big and leafy, the leaves are thicker than ordinary tea, and the branches can be used as medicine to clear away heat and detoxify.

After boiling, the tea juice turns reddish-brown, as thick as paste, with a delicate fragrance and rich taste.

It can relieve heat and thirst, refresh the mind and cheer up. It will not go bad after soaking for a long time. It also has the effects of clearing away heat, reducing inflammation, cooling blood and transforming food.

This tea was not produced by Jiang Ping'an Space, but was given to him by Tong Zhi.

Tong Zhi said that in the mountain city, almost every household drinks this kind of tea.

In particular, many teahouses on the wharf specialize in this kind of tea.

It is indescribably comfortable for the guests to set up a Longmen array while drinking tea.

After Jiang Pingan drank it a few times, he felt that it tasted good, so he also brought it to treat guests.

He won't take out tea that is too good, it's not because he doesn't want to part with it, but because it's too ostentatious.

The old shade tea used for hospitality is not of high grade in this year, but it is not low either.

Besides that, there are fifteen-cent packs of Big Rooster cigarettes.

Jiang Ping'an forgot who gave it to him, there were several, so he also dismantled and distributed them several times.

"Ping An, don't be so busy, come and sit down!" Liang Laosan shouted loudly.

"You're too polite. If you do this again, we won't dare to come and play with you." Someone echoed.

"Ping An, don't be busy. Whoever wants to drink tea pours it by himself. It's not that you don't have long hands. How can you let a cadre serve others?"

"..."

Everyone was chattering, all smiling and speaking kind words.

But Jiang Ping'an treated them so warmly, but he also had face.

It's not surprising that many people are polite, Jiang Ping'an said with a smile to everyone:

"What is a cadre? They are public servants of the people, and they serve the masses!"

"Good! After all, Ping An is a cadre, and his consciousness is high!" Someone applauded and praised.

Others also applauded one after another, and the atmosphere was enthusiastic.

Jiang Pingan took a glance, good guy, thirty or forty people came one after another in front of his house.

Men and women, young and old, sitting or standing, drinking tea, smoking, chatting, very lively.

Qin Jingru on the side also smiled, serving tea and water, and greeting the guests.

As soon as my man came back, the folks came to join in the fun. This is fame and the foundation of the masses.

After a while of commotion, Jiang Ping'an walked to the chair next to Liang Laosan and sat down.

"Ping An, you are a cadre, tell everyone, when will this day be the end?"

Someone asked loudly, which is what everyone wants to know.

It's not that the masses don't work hard, it's that they are working hard now, and life is difficult.

It's a feeling of being out of sight at a glance, which makes people desperate.

Liang Laosan also echoed: "Ping An, just talk about it, you have to give people some hope, don't you?"

Jiang Pingan smiled, and pondered: "Tomorrow and the next year, life will be easier."

"What about this year?" Liang Laosan frowned.

Jiang Pingan sighed, and said, "It's already halfway through this year, and everyone knows what year it is now."

"Before winter, try to store more food. There is no harm in preparing more food!"

"Ping An told us the truth." Someone said.

Jiang Ping'an looked for his reputation, and it turned out that he was the deputy captain of the Qinjia Village production team.

I only heard him say: "Last year we thought that life would be easier, and we could eat a little bit of food."

"By the end of the year, every household will have to live on relief food!"

"Be more diligent this year, and plant potatoes and corn on those hillside open spaces."

"No matter what the harvest is, there will always be."

"After the food is recovered, don't waste it, and store the excess in the cellar."

"Don't dislike those who have sweet potatoes. When you're really hungry, it's a good thing. You're really hungry!"

"What kind of yam, taro, etc., as long as they can be eaten, they will be brought home."

"To put it bluntly, we are robbing God for jobs. If you want to survive, don't be lazy."

Although it is now a collective production and management, the production team still has control over the group's land.

Small-scale adjustments can be made to the group's land according to population growth and distribution.

In terms of group size, each production team is divided into three to five groups according to the voluntary principle of farmers.

Grain production areas with relatively high population density are about five to eight households, that is, twenty to thirty people.

Jiang Pingan nodded with a smile and said, "That's reasonable, the living can't be suffocated to death by urine."

"Compared to other provinces, life in our capital city is actually much better."

"Everyone can't just wait for the relief food. It's serious to think of ways."

Liang Laosan nodded and said: "Indeed, relying on mountains and mountains, relying on everyone to run, only oneself is the most reliable."

"We don't want to be hungry this year, we can't look up to God, and we can't look up to our superiors. We have to work hard ourselves."

This is the bad thing about collective management.

The standard working day is eight hours of ordinary labor a day, and the work and rest time is determined by the production team according to the season.

After eight hours, everyone doesn't care about anything.

Within eight hours, many people were just dawdling.

It is a day to be able to mix one day, and the work points are taken accordingly.

At first everyone was very enthusiastic.

But with the passage of time, that kind of laziness has been learned.

That's it, it's no wonder you're not hungry.

...

After ten o'clock, people dispersed one after another.

After Jiang Ping'an and Qin Jingru took a shower, they returned to the bedroom to toss about.

The wind stopped and the clouds stopped.

"Ping An, these difficult days, will they really not get better in the next year?" Qin Jingru asked curiously.

Jiang Ping'an lit a cigarette, took a look at her, and asked:

"When you were good years ago, how was everyone's life?"

"Uh..." Qin Jingru was immediately stopped by the question.

In the past, when the age was good, everyone's life seemed to be difficult!

"I figured it out, life in the countryside is hard, I still have to go to the city!"

Qin Jingru suddenly came back to his senses, not forgetting his original intention, and firm in his will.

Jiang Pingan laughed, rubbed her hair and said:

"Why are you reacting so strongly? I won't let you go hungry!"

"Don't worry, no matter how hard the day is, I can still make you eat and drink spicy food."

Qin Jingru smiled happily, nudged in his arms, and said happily:

"It's great, I found a good man in my life!"

Jiang Pingan smiled and asked, "Do you want to live in the city now?"

"I want to, but I'm not in a hurry now. I want to go to school and learn more knowledge." Qin Jingru nodded and replied.

"You've helped me so much, no matter what I do, I can't live up to it, right?"

"Now I don't worry about my job, and I don't worry about the quota for entering the city. What else is there to be dissatisfied with?"

"So, even if studying is a headache, to me, it's still a trivial matter."