Jiang Xiaobai knew that this year, 1978, was the most important year in national history. This year, "practice is the only criterion for testing truth" appeared in Guangming Daily and People's Daily.

Although the person who wrote this article, Hu Mingfu, a professor at Peking University, was about to go to jail with his wife after he finished writing it.

This year, the national college entrance examination was officially held. Although some places did not implement it properly and needed to pass the political review, the college entrance examination was officially resumed.

This year, 18 hungry and pale-faced and thin farmers in Xiaogang Village, Fengyang County, Anhui fired the first shot of China's rural reform, so that the unknown small mountain village, Xiaogang Village, Fengyang County, Anhui Province, was recorded in the history of history.

At this time, in three dilapidated adobe houses in the Jianhua Brigade headquarters of Shangma Commune in Shangdang City, everyone was quietly waiting for Jiang Xiaobai.

At this time, everyone did not realize that what Jiang Xiaobai was considering was not the problem of one or two work points they thought.

Or it is not entirely a matter of one or two work points.

After a long time, Jiang Xiaobai stood up from the stool, looked at the dozen educated youth behind him and asked, "Do you believe me?"

"Brother Xiaobai, we believe in you." Wang Xiaojun was the first to speak.

"Brother Xiaobai, who do we believe if we don't believe?" Liu Aiguo said immediately.

"Xiaobai, who do you think you want to beat?" Liu Feng said and rolled up his sleeves, which scared the village accountant Goudan to jump back.

"Xiaobai, what should you do, we will all listen to you."

"Brother Xiaobai, you said..."

"Xiaobai..." The educated youth behind Jiang Xiaobai spoke one after another.

Huang Zhongfu's eyes were already looking out of the door from time to time. Although Jiang Xiaobai looked quite steady on weekdays, he was a young man after all, so he could not do it. If he did it, he would rather run away as soon as possible.

"Okay, thank you for your trust." Jiang Xiaobai was also a young man, and he was excited to see the crowds behind him. Living in this era, can he have a forward-looking vision and still be afraid that he can't eat? It's just that he doesn't want to take risks.

But now he is forced to take risks by life. Jiang Xiaobai turned to look at Huang Zhongfu and asked, "We can only get half a work point per person every day, but I have three requirements."

Listening to Jiang Xiaobai's words, Huang Zhongfu felt relieved in his heart, scared me to death, and quickly said, "You said, as long as I can do it, I will definitely support it."

The face of the village accountant Goudan also eased, and a trace of guilt flashed in his eyes. If the village was not too poor, they would not have been willing to treat a group of young people like this.

"First, we are 15 people. It's not too much to use 200 job points per person a year, right?" Jiang Xiaobai said and looked at Huang Zhongfu.

"Not much." Huang Zhongfu nodded and said, "They were all alone, without a family, and had little work. If they really worked hard to earn work points, they would be able to earn about 250 in a year.

"Okay, that half is 100 work points, and fifteen of us have 1,500 work points. If you take out a piece of land from the village that requires 1,500 work points a year to plant, and plant it for us. We promise that we will not plant it worse than other villagers, but if you do not work, don't worry."

Jiang Xiaobai looked at Huang Zhongfu and said word by word. The one proposed by Jiang Xiaobai is equivalent to an alternative version of the family contract responsibility system, but the harvest is still the collective, and the contracted one of them is more than a dozen educated youth, not the family.

After saying that, Jiang Xiaobai was waiting for Huang Zhongfu's answer. At this time, the village secretary was full of words in the village. As long as Huang Zhongfu agreed, there would be almost no problem.

Huang Zhongfu pondered for a moment, nodded and said, "Okay, I promise you." In his opinion, there was nothing wrong with those lands. Anyway, no matter who planted them, they needed those labor points. As long as the output and labor points were the same, it didn't matter.

Of course, the key point is that the harvest in the fields will still belong to the village collective.

"The land by the river that has about 7 acres usually requires 1,500 labor points and it will be planted by you." Huang Zhongfu added again after saying that, "Of course, we must ensure that the harvest cannot be worse than last year."

Jiang Xiaobai nodded and continued: "The second requirement is to exchange our work points for this year into part of grain and money in advance, and the price is calculated based on the work points for last year."

"Okay, there is still surplus in the village last year and money. The village just sold two old sows some time ago." Huang Zhongfu said without thinking. He was not afraid of giving this group of educated youths in advance to run away. At this time, he asked for food coupons and letters of introduction when he went out. If you want to run away, you have no place to run.

"The third requirement is that I want all the yellow peaches on the back mountain." Jiang Xiaobai nodded and continued, saying that there is nothing else in Jianhua Brigade, but the surrounding mountains are particularly rich in fruits every season, and the most are yellow peaches, all over the mountains, but people still don't realize that this is a resource at this time.

"No problem." Huang Zhongfu still agreed without hesitation. Although Jiang Xiaobai's requests were strange, there was nothing to be embarrassed about.

800 kilograms of corn flour, 10 kilograms of white flour, and 100 yuan. This is the income of 15 educated youths who went to Jianhua Brigade to work in the lineup. Of course, Jiang Xiaobai also had two kilograms of pork that Jiang Xiaobai wanted from Huang Zhongfu.

"Let's go home." Jiang Xiaobai put 100 yuan in his arms and waved his hand to take the lead out of the team headquarters.

Behind were 14 educated youths carrying corn white flour. These 14 educated youths came from all over the country, from factories, from intellectuals, and other bad ingredients, including men and women, the youngest was only 15 or 6 years old, and the oldest was only 23 or 4 years old.

At this moment, everyone's face was filled with a bright young smile. Following Jiang Xiaobai, they didn't know what it meant to take this step, or they didn't know exactly what it meant.

"Go home." The 14 educated youths behind him shouted, full of excitement. The unchanging life of the past has changed. They don't know whether this change is good or bad.

But they long for change, and perhaps no matter how bad they are, they will not be much worse.

Just when Jiang Xiaobai and his men decided not to wait anymore and were about to do a big fight.

In Sichuan, the three brothers of the future country's richest man, Liu's three brothers are secretly running pig farms; in Inner Mongolia, Niu Gengsheng of Mengniu Group is brushing bottles in a dairy factory; in Wenzhou, the boss of Zhengtai Group is repairing shoes; in Shenzhen, Wang Si, the boss of Wanke, is repairing railways.

There is always nothing to refute in history. In a big country with a population of 1.3 billion, it is such a group of "little people" who are beginning to step onto the stage of history.
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