Mu Nannan snickered and winked at him.
Only then did Ji Beinian realize that Nan Bao was teasing him.
He chuckled, and his uneasiness was finally dispelled by his good mood.
Mu Baoguo, who was on the stage, had already reached the end of his speech:
"Folks, we are taking advantage of the slack time to open up wasteland, not just to buy tractors."
"We are close to the mountains, and there is very little flat land for planting. Although we have a crop year The annual output is relatively high, but after the grain is paid, there will not be much rations left for us. From the beginning to the end of the year, those with a small family can still get eighty cents full, while those with a large family may only have enough food in a day. Enough for two meals."
"Just like my family, there are a total of more than a dozen people in the three generations, including a lot of labor. My son and daughter-in-law are both hard-working and capable, and the younger generations can also help in the farm work. But just like this, the food we earn all year round is not enough to fill our stomachs."
"We have a large population and little arable land. If we open up a few hundred more acres of wasteland, we can grow more crops and get more food."
He said in a vicissitudes of voice:
" I have been a captain for decades. If the villagers can trust me, when the first lunar month is over and the weather is warm, they can follow me to open up wasteland."
The humble villagers were quiet for a while, and some bold people raised their hands and asked He said:
"Captain, I would like to ask, if too much wasteland is opened up, can each family be allocated one-third of an acre of private land?"
He asked what everyone wanted to ask.
Mu Baoguo didn't show off, and answered directly:
"I rode my bicycle to the city in the afternoon and reported to the superiors. If we can open up 300 acres of land before harvesting wheat, then every household will be able to reap the benefits of their labor. We were allotted one and a half acres or even more of private land!"
As soon as these words came out, the villagers were all excited:
"One and a half acres!"
"How many potatoes and sweet potatoes can be grown here!"
"I didn't hear what the captain said, but... We can get more. As long as we work hard, we can earn even three acres of private land."
"Yes, that's right."
"We have three big oxen in the village. After the first month, there will be more time to harvest wheat. In five months, one cow can plow eighty acres of land if it works hard. Three cows can plow... how much can they plow?"
The speaker only has a primary school education. Doesn't that count at this moment? Understood.
Mu Qi heard this and replied:
"Three cows can cultivate 240 acres."
"Three hundred acres minus 240 acres, there are still 60 acres. Everyone in our village works. With good hands and many people, it takes five months to open up sixty acres of land. Isn't it just like a joke?"
"And according to this rough calculation, if the young and old men in our village let their arms go and do it, plus With three cows, at least more than 400 acres of wasteland can be opened up."
"When the time comes, if these more than 100 acres of land are divided, the granary will be full by the end of the year."
The elders in the village couldn't bear to listen to his words. He smiled and pointed at him and said:
"In order to encourage us to open up wasteland, you brat praised us higher than your father, the captain. I know that you brat is the most quick-thinking person in our old Mu family. Even Jianfeng has I can't compare to you all the time."
But everyone also knew that what he said was very reasonable, so soon someone took the lead:
"Captain, I will follow you!"
"I will follow you too!"
"Me too! "
Captain, there are more than 20 people in my family, let's all follow you!"
There were more and more voices like this, and finally all the villagers were aroused to open up wasteland.
Not far away, Li Laidi, who was in the woods not far away, looked at the high-spirited people, the darkness in his eyes getting darker.