There are two rooms in the west, one is the bedroom of the Mugen and his wife. After the other is separated, Mu Yonghui and Mu Hongxia brothers and sisters live together.

As for Mushui and his wife, they lived in a small cottage built next to the kitchen, next to the kitchen, making it convenient for work.

From where you live, you can see how humble the Mushui family is in the entire family.

Mu Xiu fetched the water and carried it into the kitchen. Mu Zhi had already put two large pots of boiled vegetables and radishes into the back basket, and there was also a large carrying basket filled with sweet potato noodles.

Just as Mu Xiu squatted down and was about to carry the basket, Mu Zhi's voice sounded, "You go after you finish eating."

While speaking, Mu Zhi took out two sweet potato noodles and a small plate of green vegetables and radish and handed them to Mu Xiu. Then she picked up another meal and took it to Liu Yaomei.

Before leaving the house, Mu Zhi explained to Mu Xiu again: "Don't hurry, eat slowly."

Mu Xiu watched Mu Zhi do this and knew that Mu Zhi was going to trip Liu Yaomei so that she could make time for her to rest and have dinner. Mu Zhi's actions made Mu Xiu very puzzled, but now she can't figure out anything she can't figure out at the moment. She doesn't care about it anymore, let's just follow the situation.

Mu Xiu looked at the kitchen where there was no one. She threw the sweet potato noodles into the space, ate the white rice and sweet and sour pork ribs that she had previously filled in. Finally, she drank a bowl of winter melon soup, and then went back to deliver the meal with satisfaction.

On the way back to deliver the meal, Mu Xiu accidentally heard a news.

"Don't you guys have to blame Tian? Why doesn't my wife agree?"

"I want it, Goudan's father agreed!" The woman called Goudan's mother replied.

"How much is your responsibility field divided? Where are you divided?"

Mu Xiu lowered his head, and when he heard the conversation between the two, he quickly raised it up. Mu Xiu saw that Chunhua Niang and Goudan Niang from the same village were each carrying a bamboo basket. It seemed that they were all going to the fields to deliver food. The basket was large. The two of them walked side by side, not paying attention to Mu Xiu behind him.

"It's not divided by the head. One person is divided into three parts. My family is divided into two parts, and we and two children are divided into one acre and two parts of the land." said Goudanniang.

"There is no more than one acre of land. No matter how much you and Goudan Dad can't grow it. Tsk tsk, the things you plant in the field from now on will be your own." Chunhua Niang's tone was full of envy.

After all, the annual dividends of the production team are calculated according to labor and labor points. The money received by each family and the money that should be paid when the rations are divided is the annual income.

The villagers not only had to prepare new clothes for the children through hard work, but also had to buy New Year's goods. Eight out of tens of thousands of dollars were short of money, one pound of white sugar, one pound of sauce, one pound of cabbage (ten pieces) and a handful of onions, and two or three pounds of pork. They deal with the New Year's Eve, three hundred and sixty-five days a year, and this was the year after year, repeating the poor and hard days.

Mu Xiu quickly recalled that indeed, the family-oriented rural land contract responsibility system that once went to school began to begin in recent years.

However, it takes a lot of time to measure the land, plan budget, and then divide the land into each household at a price of one acre, one cent by one, and it takes a lot of time. Why is there no movement in her family?

"I heard that this responsible field is to be responsible for farming and management according to our own wishes, and to plant whatever we want." Goudan's mother continued.

"Oh, I just have to pay the public grain twice a year. One acre of land said I had to pay 200 kilograms of grain. After paying it, there was not much left. My family's account was just like this, so I didn't agree to the contract responsibility." Chunhua Niang couldn't help but sigh when she thought of this.

"No, let's go to Daddy Goudan. A mu of land usually produces more than 300 kilograms of grain. Even if you pay 200 kilograms, the remaining food is more than the food we earned from working hard for a year. Moreover, as long as you are a little more than 400 kilograms of land per mu. "

"No, I must be more attentive in serving my own fields. After hearing what you said... No, I have to go back and talk to the child's father, and we will also contract the responsibility fields. This day, I hope it will get better and better." Chunhua Niang's eyes suddenly lit up.

"As long as you follow the national policy, you may have white flour steamed buns and meat to eat every day in the future." Goudan Niang didn't know what she said would really become a reality in the future. People ate too much fine grains and meat, and it became popular to eat vegetarian food.

"Haha, just think about it beautifully. As long as I have a full meal, I will be satisfied." Chunhua Niang said with a smile.

"By the way, where is your land?" Chunhuaniang asked curiously.

"In the west end of the village, I am also planning to exchange some land with Lao Lintou, so that my own land will be close to each other."

"You are right. I'll go find the child's father quickly and talk to the branch secretary early. Our family also needs to contract. No matter how late it is, the land will be divided!" Chunhua Niang said with some anxiety.

As the two of them went further and further away, Mu Xiu's heart also became excited. If she could separate the family and contract the responsible land, she could make a mass production of 800 to 1,000 kilograms of grain per acre. If the calculation based on the head of the people as Goudan said just now, their family was also 4 people, and they should be able to get one acre and two acres of land. In other words, as long as they paid 240 kilograms of grain, the rest would be theirs.

Mu Xiu couldn't help but speed up her pace. She was not at home these days, and her father Mushui should have known the news. After all, the land has been divided.

When I came to the ridge of the fields, I saw my parents busy in the field from afar. The rest of them had already begun to walk towards the flat ground beside the fields.

Seeing Mu Xiu coming, Mu Aijun began to shout loudly. "I'm so stupid. I can go to get some food for such a long time. Hurry up, I'll starve to death."

The people sitting next to them also showed impatient appearance on their faces.

"Dad, mom, it's time to eat." Mu Xiu put down his back basket and bamboo basket and rushed into the ground.

"Go over immediately, that's all left." Mu Shui responded from afar.

"I'll take it to my parents for food." Mu Xiu looked at the other people of the Mu family who had already started to eat voraciously, and his heart was filled with disgust.

Mu Xiu picked up a few steamed buns, twisted the order of dishes and ran to the ground.

"We won't have enough to eat so much." Mu Aijun's dissatisfied voice came from behind.

Mu Xiucai didn't care, she ran to Zhou Shuilian, "Dad, mom, stop doing it now, wash your hands quickly, eat something before doing it."

"Show her father, go and eat first, I'll feed Xiaohua." Zhou Shuilian picked up the kettle beside her, washed her hands first, and handed it to Mushui.

"Mom, it's okay to eat and feed it while eating." Mu Xiu handed Zhou Shuilian a steamed bun.
Chapter completed!