The next morning, Wang Liu's family woke up in their new home. Looking at the snow-white walls and the windows covered with brand new window paper, the family seemed to be dreaming.

The courtyard is not big, but it also has three rooms, and there are two small wing rooms for both sides, one is a kitchen and the other is a storage room. It is a world of difference compared to when I was in the village, the family of eight was crowded in a broken shack.

Wang Liu’s wife and Ba Mei have already made fires in the kitchen to cook... In this era, ordinary people eat two meals a day and eat day and night.

The people work from sunrise to sunset, work in the fields during the day and don’t go home at noon, so there is no lunch. They only replenish their nutrition after getting up every morning, so they have the energy to do a day of work. After the hard work of the day, they eat supper to replenish their nutrition so that they can fall asleep peacefully and get energetic when they wake up tomorrow...

Well, these are nonsense. The real reason is one word, "poor". So rich people always eat three meals a day.

The brown rice cooked in the pot, which was very dry. For some reason, my sister-in-law cooked a large pot of rice with rice in the rice jar in the house and the rice provided by the farm... The rest of the rice was also put into the bag.

Fortunately, the old man has experience and only one bowl is allowed to eat one bowl per person to avoid sudden overeating and getting into trouble.

"Brother, why do I seem to be dreaming?" In this way, Wang Qi was so satisfied that he didn't know what time it was.

Wang Liu twisted him. "Does it hurt?"

"It hurts." Wang Qi covered his ears.

"That's not a dream." Wang Liu grinned and said, "If I eat like this every day, I'd be willing to not pay for my wages."

"Yeah." Wang Qishen agreed.

As the brother was talking, he heard the sound of gongs ringing in the street, and someone shouted at the top of his voice: "Three teams gather!"

Last night, Wang Liu already knew that they were all from Team 3. He quickly put down his bowl and went out with his father. Wang Qi also wanted to go and see the fun, but was ordered by Mr. Wang to keep a look at the house.

What should I do if I take such a good place to stay?

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When the father and the other two arrived at the village head, they saw a tall black-faced man standing facing everyone with his hands on his stomach. He was dressed like a migrant worker, but there were red edges on the corrugated hat.

When everyone arrived, the Miao Worker said loudly: "I'll invite the director to speak! Gujiukajiukajiukajiukajiukajiukajiukajiukajiukajiukajiukajiukajiukajiukajiukajiukajiukajiukajiukajiukajiukajiukajiukajiukajiukajiukajiukajiukajiukajiukajiukajiukajiukajiukaji

A group of farmers and workers looked at each other. It took a while before someone learned the actions of the rice workers and clapped up sparsely.

The black-faced man didn't care about this, waved his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, and then said loudly:

"Dear farmers and workers, I am Ao Bai, the director of the Kunshan Development Company of Jiangnan Group and the director of the Liujiu Farm under the Ministry of Agricultural Management. You can call me Director Ao Chang."

"You may have come from all over the world before, but from today on, you have a common identity, that is, the third production team of the Sixth Nine Farm."

"You are all from farmers. Some have planted paddy fields, and some have planted dry fields. Here, your job is still farming, but what is different from the original is that you must follow the farm... that is, the unified arrangements between me and the seedling workers. Including what to plant, how to plant, how to water, how to fertilize... you must follow our instructions. Those who do not follow the orders will be deducted at the least, and those who are expelled from the farm at the worst."

Seeing that the consequences were so serious, all the farmers and workers were standing in their ears, fearing that they would miss a word... Of course, they still couldn't understand them very much.

"In addition, the grain, mulberry leaves and cotton planted in the public fields of the farm are purchased by the company and are not allowed to be sold privately. After the sale is deducted from taxes and costs, the farm and farmers will share it equally. In short, the higher the yield in the field, the higher the income will be. Do you understand?"

"I understand!" The farmers and workers responded excitedly.

Although they were shouting loudly, Ao Chang dared to make a promise. Ninety-nine percent of the people only understood the 'harvest equal share', and if they didn't understand, they had to deduct costs and taxes first.

But he couldn't say it too much, otherwise they would become more confused as they talked about it. Anyway, they would understand it later.

President Aochang continued: "And before harvesting, all the seeds, farm tools, irrigation and fertilizers are borne by the farm, and you don't have to invest a penny. In addition, your family's rations can also be prepaid to the farm and deducted from the harvest in the future to the farm."

This policy is not new because they were poor and out of poverty when they were tenants at home, and they had to borrow money from the landlords to survive and produce.

But when the autumn harvest is over, the little debt I borrowed makes profits, and the interest rate is often higher than their harvest. As a result, after planting a year, all the harvest is given to the landlords, and they have to owe a lot of debts.

Perhaps because he recalled those unbearable pasts, the atmosphere at the scene suddenly became depressed, and someone couldn't help but ask timidly: "How to calculate interest?"

"No interest!" But Ao Chang waved his hand and said proudly: "What we mean is advance payment, how can there be interest? Just pay one for one!"

"Really?" The farmers and workers were immediately excited and repeatedly confirmed with him in disbelief.

"I just repeat it once, no interest, just pay it back! The only limit is that a full labor force is not more than forty kilograms of rice per month, half labor force cannot exceed thirty kilograms, and the old and young should not exceed twenty kilograms... This is to prevent someone from spending more food and secretly lending elsewhere."

President Ao Chang warned sternly: "Any behavior that wants to take advantage of the farm is strictly prohibited. Once it is found out, it will be severely punished! Do you understand?!"

"I understand..." The farmers and workers quickly shrank their necks, and someone asked in a low voice: "But what if there is not enough food?"

"Don't worry. It's not only the end of the year that can share the food. On weekdays, you can also exchange labor points for food." Ao Chang said in a deep voice.

"Work points?" The farmers and workers heard the rice workers mention it several times yesterday, but they didn't dare to ask.

"It is the reward for your participation in labor outside of farm work. One work point can be exchanged for one pound of brown rice." Ao Chang explained: "In the slack season, the farm will arrange for you to repair water conservancy, or go out to do short-term work, so you can earn work points."

"In addition, there are ways to earn work points in normal times. For example, in order to motivate everyone to accumulate more weight, everyone will hand over a basket of wood ash to the team, and they can earn one work point. One hundred kilograms of pig manure, ten work points, one load of manure and water, and so on... In the future, the Seedling Union will tell you slowly."

"In addition, you can raise chickens and ducks yourself, and raise fish in the paddy fields. These are all yourselves. The farm will not want you a single chicken feather."

Ao Chang paused for a long time and raised his tone and said, "Okay, I'll ask for it last time, is there anyone who wants to quit, and it's still time to leave now?"

The farmers and workers shook their heads and laughed. They didn't have to pay anything except labor and didn't have to worry about being hungry. Only fools would leave with such good conditions!

If Qiu Jun can recover from the dead, he will definitely shout that labor is value...

Unfortunately, Duke Qiu has died and Zhao Zi refused to speak, but no one in the world knows it.

"Okay, press the handprint!" Ao Chang nodded with satisfaction. Technician Miao brought out a thick stack of texts, allowing farmers and workers with no more than three words to write red handprints on them.

From then on, they became a glorious farm worker!
Chapter completed!