Next to the grain drying field are two warehouses. The walls were originally painted with the words "Poor and lower-middle peasants are the most valuable, and working people are the happiest."
At this moment, there is a large bamboo board hanging on the dirt wall, and two members, one on each side, are pasting notes on it.
The two numbers 1 and 0 are the easiest to distinguish. Even if you are illiterate, you will not recognize the mistake, so the vote counting speed is very fast.
Soon, the people below could tell the difference between winning and losing. Li Tiezhu approached Gu Mingdong and said with a smile: "Just wait and see, I said Uncle Jianguo will definitely be selected."
Gu Mingnan also said with a smile: "You can tell at a glance that our third uncle has more votes. Look how ugly the captain's face is."
Not just Li Tiezhu and Gu Mingnan, but anyone who can count and has eyes can see that Gu Jianguo has significantly more votes than Lao Liu.
"It seems that everyone thinks Jianguo is reliable."
"Who did you vote for?"
"Jianguo, my surname is not Liu."
"Shh, keep your voice down, don't let him hear you."
The members winked, gave each other knowing looks, and closed their mouths one after another.
Aunt Gu was even more relieved and restrained herself from smiling.
Naturally, the old Liu found out, and became more and more anxious. He secretly scolded those who ate his rice for being untrustworthy. They promised to vote for him, but in the end, he didn't know who they voted for.
But the voting was anonymous, and Lao Liu didn't know who was dishonest. He looked at the crowd and found that everyone was looking at him sincerely, without any sign of guilt.
I am afraid that I voted for someone else, and I will never admit it now.
Frustrated old Liu had no choice but to look at the sixth master of the Liu family again and again.
At this moment, the sixth master of the Liu family suddenly coughed shockingly, and fell forward, about to completely overwhelm the box containing the ballots.
"Sixth Master!" The old Liu exclaimed in surprise and stretched out his hand as if to pick it up.
Unexpectedly, before he could make a move, Gu Mingdong, who was in the audience, stepped forward and supported the sixth master of the Liu family. With great strength, he moved him directly to the steps next to him and sat down.
Gu Mingdong saw the little actions of the two people in his eyes. If he had just slowed down, Liu Ye would have replaced part of the ballot papers in his sleeves. Presumably, these ballot papers had already written 1.
Gu Mingdong took the initiative and raised his head and said, "Uncle Liu, I just said that Mr. Liu is old and shouldn't be tired. Look how tired this old man is."
After saying that, he was very considerate and helped to fan him.
"Master Liu, are you okay?"
"Looking at my face, I'm turning pale. Hey, I'm really old and can't bear it anymore."
"Captain, it's true. No matter how old Mr. Six is, he still has to come and sing votes."
"No, I feel tired just looking at it."
"Should we send him to the hospital? Don't cause any trouble during the Chinese New Year."
The Liu family's sixth master's expression froze. He didn't expect that Gu Mingdong would move so quickly that the piece of paper he hid in his pocket would have no room to be used.
The old Liu was also anxious and asked: "Sixth Master, look at this..."
The sixth master of the Liu family stood up in cooperation: "The old man can still persist."
Gu Mingdong directly put his hand on his shoulder: "Sixth Master, electing the captain is important, but it is not as important as your body."
"Yes, Mr. Liu, please rest for a while."
"Whoever can't sing the votes doesn't need to work for you, old man."
"How about I come?"
For a while, the members of the club were talking about it, and they didn't agree to let the sixth master of the Liu family continue, because they were afraid of causing trouble.
The sixth master of the Liu family was in a dilemma for a moment. He glanced at Gu Mingdong and couldn't help but sigh in his heart that this kid from the old Gu family was capable. With a few words, they had blocked their escape route.
The sixth master of the Liu family sighed as he was afraid that old Liu was no match for this child.
Gu Mingdong just pretended that he couldn't see his eyes and suggested: "Let's do this. The ballots are all in the box anyway. Just pour them out and stick them. There is no need to count the votes. With so many pairs of eyes staring at it, no one can do it." No falsehood allowed."
Lao Liu frowned and said, "There is no such rule."
"Rules are dead, but people are alive. We can't let our elders suffer because of the election of captain." Gu Mingdong laughed.
He reached out and patted the Liu family's sixth master on the back, and asked: "Sixth master, what do you think?"
The Liu family's face froze slightly, because just now, he found that the paper he had hidden in his pocket earlier, which was exactly the same as the ballot but with 1 written in advance, had disappeared.
Gu Mingdong was afraid that he had guessed what they were going to do, and if he looked at Gu Jianguo, the sixth master of the Liu family was not sure whether he knew.
Now that the matter has come to this, if they continue to entangle themselves, when Gu Mingdong reveals their past, it will not be a matter of whether to vote or not, but a matter of losing the face of the entire Liu family.
We can only take a step back. In the final analysis, old Liu is still incompetent. After being the captain for so many years, he still has to step in when the situation arises.
The sixth master of the Liu family sighed and said earnestly: "Old boy, what A Dong said makes sense. At such an old age, I really can't sing anymore. Besides, it's fair that so many people are watching."
"Master Liu, this..." This is different from the preparation plan they discussed in advance.
But the sixth master of the Liu family said: "Let's do it like this."
After saying that, he closed his eyes and rested his mind.
The old Liu had no choice but to watch the ballots being poured out of the carton and scattered on the ground. The two ballot stickers were pasted one by one.
Li Tiezhu shouted from below: "Hey, it should have been like this a long time ago. It's fast and I don't have to worry about making a mistake and losing it."
Wrapped old Liu had a livid face, snorted and said nothing.
Soon, the results of the election were announced.
Gu Jianguo won by a wide margin. Two-thirds of the entire Shanghe Village production team members voted for Gu Jianguo. It is estimated that only the Liu family chose Lao Liu.
Third Aunt Gu subconsciously tightened her daughter-in-law's hand: "I have chosen it, your father has chosen it."
The whole family suddenly became beaming with joy, and the two cousins of the old Gu family held their heads high, like generals who had won a battle.
When he saw the score clearly, the old Liu's face darkened and he just said: "This is the Yangtze River where the waves behind push the waves ahead. I, the wave in front, have no way to survive."
"I have worked hard for the production team all these years without any credit. I didn't expect that everyone doesn't believe in me, so I have no choice but to step aside and give way to others."
"Jianguo, from now on the Shanghe Village production team will be handed over to you. You have to work hard after taking over this stick. You can't let the members who believed in you and voted for you suffer."
After saying that, he walked off the stage without even looking at the person's face.
Gu Jianguo was also happy in his heart. It was rare that his eyes showed a bit of joy, but he still suppressed his mood and said: "The villagers believed in me and elected me to be the team leader. I, Gu Jianguo, will definitely work hard and strive to ensure that every member of the commune has enough food and clothing." ."
Having enough food and clothing, and having just experienced famine, nothing is more attractive than these four words. Li Tiezhu took the lead in applauding.
Amid warm applause, Gu Mingdong helped Mr. Liu up and asked, "Master Liu, can you do it yourself? How about I take you back?"
The sixth master of the Liu family glanced at him and smiled: "Back then, your father was the most promising young man in Shanghe Village. It's true that he has a tiger father and no dog son."
After speaking, he patted him on the shoulder and said: "Since the old Gu family has become the captain, let's do a good job. As long as the people's lives are good, it will be the same for anyone."
After that, there was no need for Gu Mingdong to send him off, and he staggered home.
In the old Gu family, Gu Jianguo was elected captain, so everyone was naturally happy.
Gu Mingnan couldn't help but said: "I didn't expect our third uncle to really be chosen."
Gu Mingxi said, "Isn't it strange? Third uncle is a good character and capable. Anyone with a discerning eye knows that it is much better to choose him than that one."
After the election, the members went back to their respective homes. Those who needed to eat ate, and those who needed to be guests were guests.
Gu Mingdong and his siblings had not gone far when they were stopped by Gu Jianguo.
"A Dong, Third Uncle wants to discuss something with you." Gu Jianguo said.
When Gu Mingnan saw this, he took his sister back directly.
Gu Jianguo took out a small book with densely written words on it: "This is a plan that the third uncle began to think about after last year's autumn harvest. It is mainly for this spring plowing. See if you need it." supplementary."
When Gu Mingdong heard this, he knew that he must have put a lot of thought into it, so he took the book and looked at it carefully.
It has to be said that Gu Jianguo is a practical man and knows the situation of the production team very well. The plan he wrote after understanding it is indeed very suitable for the current situation of Shanghe Village.
Gu Jianguo sighed and said: "This plan was completed years ago, but I looked left and right, and I always felt that there were still problems somewhere."
In fact, he had made plans a few years ago, but it was a pity that the old Liu liked to follow the rules, and those years were very chaotic. The members were not focused on production, so the plan had to be shelved.
It wasn't until last year when Gu Mingdong proposed electing the team leader that Gu Jianguo's thoughts started to stir up, and he revised and revised the original plan to come up with the current version.
After the changes were completed, Gu Jianguo was still dissatisfied.
He also showed it to his two first sons. As a result, each of his two sons was dumber than the other. After reading it, everyone was confused, let alone giving him any advice.
Compared to his two silly sons, Gu Jianguo felt that his eldest nephew was more reliable. Unknowingly, Gu Mingdong had completely changed his impression in the mind of his third uncle.
Gu Mingdong glanced at the end and knew what the problem with this plan was.
He closed the book and said, "Uncle Third, the plan you wrote is very comprehensive and fits the current situation of the production team very well. If you follow this plan, not to mention how much the harvest can increase, at least it will not decrease." , and will be more organized than last year."
Seeing what he said, Gu Jianguo felt a little disappointed in his heart, and secretly thought that the eldest nephew was young after all, so he probably couldn't offer any valuable suggestions.
Unexpectedly, the next moment, he heard Gu Mingdong continue: "However, this plan is sound, but there is a flaw. For example, the fattening field will take at least three years to see results."
"Uncle Third, I'm afraid the members are impatient and won't be able to wait that long."
There will be another election in three years. Gu Jianguo is popular now because of his good reputation, but nothing can withstand time, especially since he has not achieved anything while occupying the position. When the time comes, everyone will still be able to elect him. ?
Of course, the main reason is that Gu Mingdong doesn't want to wait that long.
Gu Jianguo sighed: "I also want to hurry up, but conditions don't allow it."
"Actually, using chemical fertilizers is the best way. With a batch of chemical fertilizers, our harvest will definitely be much better. But the problem is that chemical fertilizers are limited, and whether we can apply for them is a question."
Chemical fertilizers are not something that ordinary people want and can be bought if they have money. They are supplied in fixed rations. Every year, the production team can only apply for a small amount of fertilizers, which is not enough to cover ten acres of land. What is enough for?
Gu Mingdong said: "If there are difficulties, we have to overcome them bravely. We can never give up this path just because of difficulties."
"This..." Gu Jianguo frowned, "The old Liu ran so many times before and still didn't come down. Can I go?"
Gu Mingdong said: "If ordinary methods don't work, then we will use extraordinary methods, such as issuing military orders to the superiors. As long as the fertilizers are in place, we will ensure the quantity and quality of public grains."
These words made Gu Jianguo's heart skip a beat. He frowned and said, "A Dong, isn't this method too risky?"
If he fails, he will be criticized and ridiculed, and the members of the production team will also suffer.
Gu Mingdong said: "Uncle Third, you have to have confidence in our production team. As long as the fertilizers are in place, the grain output will definitely increase. When the output increases, public grain will be available. This is something that everyone is happy with."
With chemical fertilizer as a cover, he didn't have to hold back when using his powers. After all, he had to live a life of lack of food and drink without using his big golden finger. This was not in line with Gu Mingdong's principles.
Gu Mingdong couldn't express his confidence, so he could only say: "Uncle Third, in fact, I have also compiled many methods to increase grain production during this period. I will give them to you together when the time comes. You can evaluate them before using them."
"With our multi-pronged approach, we can always find a way to make all members live a good life."
After hearing this, Gu Jianguo chased after him and said, "Why didn't you tell me earlier? Come on, let's go to your house now."
Gu Mingdong couldn't get it now, so he could only say: "Third uncle, third aunt and others are waiting for you to come home for dinner. This matter cannot be rushed. I will talk to you in the evening."
Uncle Gu looked back and saw that Aunt Gu was still waiting there, so he had to go home first.
Gu Mingdong was slightly relieved.
After agreeing to the method of farming, Gu Mingdong returned home and took out his notebook, racking his brains to go through the memories of his previous life. Unfortunately, he was not from the Agricultural College, so he couldn't think of a few that were useful.
After reluctantly writing down a few methods that would be known to future generations but not yet popularized, Gu Mingdong felt like his body was being hollowed out.
Suddenly, Gu Mingdong stood up and walked out, looking for Zheng Tong.
Zheng Tong was dumbfounded when he heard this: "Gu Mingdong, I am a Feng Shui practitioner, not a farmer. How can I do this?"
Gu Mingdong said: "Then you can calculate whether the weather will be smooth this year, when to sow seeds, when is the most suitable time for spring plowing, and what kind of grain is most cost-effective for the production team to grow."
Zheng Tong didn't shirk, and really started calculating for him.
At the end of the day, Zheng Tong said: "I'm not good at farming, but there is someone who is."
He pointed to the shack, where three members of the Wu family lived.
Gu Mingdong asked strangely: "Don't they teach English? Can they also farm?"
Zheng Tong said: "Zhou Zijin is a foreign language professor and can speak three languages. Wu Wei is amazing. He has studied abroad and understands everything from agricultural machinery to modern production."
Gu Mingdong was suddenly surprised that Wu Wei had such great ability.
But then I thought about it, now that the experience of studying abroad was the original sin, Wu Wei wanted to hide it, and he would definitely not be willing to tell others.
Zheng Tong smiled and said: "If you are willing, I will be the middleman."
"Is he willing?" Gu Mingdong asked. After all, this kind of transaction is risky. If it is reported, Wu Wei will definitely be the unlucky one.
Zheng Tong raised his eyebrows proudly: "He will definitely not believe others, but if I come forward, he will definitely be moved."
Gu Mingdong immediately nodded and said: "Okay, you go ahead and talk. In exchange, I can give him something, but it cannot exceed my ability, and it cannot be dangerous items."
Zheng Tong said "wait", turned around and got into the shack.
After a while, Zheng Tong came out again, followed by Wu Wei.
As a northerner, Wu Wei was originally a tall man, but a series of blows and betrayals had turned this once gentle and elegant professor into a frightened bird, with his back always hunched over.
He raised his head and glanced at Gu Mingdong. His eyes were still guarded and vigilant, but life forced him to take a risk: "I have recorded all those things in my mind. I can write them down if you want. I don't want anything else. I need food."
food? Gu Mingdong didn't expect him to be so "sincere".
Thinking about it again, it's understandable. Unlike the educated youth, Stinky Lao Jiu did the hardest and most tiring work after coming here, but the food he received was just enough to keep him from starving to death.
There are three members of the Wu family, one of whom is still a young girl, so they must not have enough to eat.
Gu Mingdong nodded without hesitation: "Okay, how much do you want?"
When Wu Wei saw that he agreed immediately, he glanced at Zheng Tong and felt relieved. He licked his dry lips and said, "One hundred catties of grain."
Gu Mingdong frowned subconsciously.
Wu Wei thought he was not satisfied, so he quickly explained: "It doesn't matter what kind of food it is, as long as it can fill his stomach."
Gu Mingdong then softened his expression. If Wu Wei wanted a hundred kilograms of grain but it was all rice, he could get it, but this deal was not suitable.
Nowadays, the situation of the production team has improved a lot, but local commune members are afraid to eat rice openly, and sweet potato rice is usually the mainstream.
The old Gu family is considered to be in good condition, Gu Mingdong is very particular about food, and there are two worker brothers and sisters who pay their wages to the family. They only eat one meal of rice a day, and the rest must be mixed with some whole grains.
In this regard, Gu Simei would give countless instructions, for fear that the twins would talk nonsense when they went out and make others jealous.
Gu Mingdong nodded: "Okay."
Wu Wei added: "If there is rice, other grains can be reduced."
Rice and rice porridge are enough to nourish a person. Thinking of his daughter, who has a sallow complexion and skinny muscles, Wu Wei boldly made another request.
Gu Mingdong did not embarrass him: "Ten kilograms of rice, and the rest will be topped with coarse grains. I will transport it in batches, so that you will not have any place to hide and you will be found out and be in trouble."
Seeing his willingness to agree, Wu Wei felt happy in his heart. Although he was still worried that Gu Mingdong would take things without giving him food, he still said: "The planting technology in my mind is the most advanced. When do you want it?"
"Tonight, we don't need too much, just what the production team can use now." Gu Mingdong said.
Wu Wei nodded and agreed: "Okay, I'll write it silently when I get back."
After finishing speaking, he looked embarrassed: "But I don't have paper and pen, it's up to you to solve this problem."
Fortunately, Gu Mingdong brought a pen and paper and handed it to him directly.
Wu Wei touched the calfskin notebook and looked nostalgic for a moment, but then quickly returned to reality: "You can pick it up in the evening when no one is around."
Gu Mingdong nodded in agreement, turned around and left.
Zheng Tong looked at Wu Wei and said with a smile: "Don't worry, he is a loyal person and will never betray you."
Wu Wei smiled: "The person Mr. Zheng has chosen must be right."
Zheng Tong sneered, thinking that this was not necessarily the case. He had made many mistakes in his life.
Wu Wei was very fast, and by the time Gu Mingdong found an opportunity to come over in the evening, there were already more than a dozen suggestions densely written in the notebook.
Gu Mingdong glanced at it and knew that Wu Wei had really put his thought into it, and every item was in line with the situation of the production team.
Gu Mingdong was very satisfied and happily gave the food: "This is the first batch. I will divide it into five batches and give them to you. When you finish this batch, just tell me and I will send you the second batch."
Wu Wei opened the bag eagerly. There was a small cloth bag inside, containing about four kilograms of rice. The rest was all coarse grains, but there was nothing rotten or moldy. It looked well preserved.
The bag is not large, so if you save on food, it will be enough for them to eat for more than ten days, and the possibility of being discovered is also reduced.
He couldn't help showing a bit of joy: "Thank you."
"It's just mutual benefit and help." Gu Mingdong didn't stay long and turned around to go to Uncle Gu's house.
Wu Wei hurriedly carried the bag back and shouted as soon as he entered the door: "Zijin, Xuanxuan, come and take a look."
"Rice!" Zhou Zijin said in surprise.
She had known about her husband's deal with Gu Mingdong, so she had been on tenterhooks all day long, fearing that Gu Mingdong would take the things and report them back, and then they would have nothing to lose.
Who knows how long it took before the husband came back with food.
It's okay now. Since the other party has given them food, it is impossible to betray them. Otherwise, they will be accomplices, and Gu Mingdong himself will not get any benefits.
Wu Xuanxuan also exclaimed and jumped happily around the grain bag.
We had a good New Year's Eve dinner. After the New Year, the food supply of the three Wu family was at the bottom. In the past few days, they had to go up the mountain to look for wild vegetables to mix in. People can't stand it if they eat too much wild vegetables, and they keep feeling sick in their stomachs. acid.
Wu Wei rarely showed a relaxed and cheerful expression: "There are still five more times to come. Today we will eat something good and cook more."
Zhou Zijin also smiled.
Wu Wei turned around and invited Zheng Tong to eat with him, but Zheng Tong was not polite to him. After all, he was the middleman.
At this time, Gu Mingdong transcribed the content and handed it to Gu Jianguo.
Gu Jianguo watched with wide eyes, and his brows tightened as he watched: "A Dong, you...is this okay?"
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