Just two days after August 15th, Wang Zhengguo sounded the gong early in the morning to notify his fellow villagers to prepare for the autumn harvest.

There are a total of twelve production teams in Wanglou Brigade. Each production team has allocated land and is only responsible for the farm work of its own production team.

Therefore, Wang Zhengguo first assigned the tasks of harvesting crops and livestock in the cattle sheds to various production teams. The captains of each production teams were fully responsible and took charge of the entire production brigade.

The Lu family belongs to the seventh production team, and the captain is Feng Qingxue's eldest cousin Wang Dachun.

Wang Dachun has followed his father in managing the affairs of the production brigade since he was a child. He has already experienced it over the years. He skillfully arranged for Lu's father and several old people of about the same age to drive the animals to the paddock, and then arranged for people to repair the cellar of the production team, and then arranged the rest. People go to the fields to cut sweet potato vines and transport them to the cowshed to spread them out to dry.

The dried sweet potato vines are used as fodder for livestock in winter.

Mountain sweet potatoes mature early and grow well. Summer sweet potatoes are planted every year and collected for planting before frost.

Growing food is more important than rations, as it is related to next year’s crops.

Many production brigades starved to death. Isn't it because the first year was either drought or flood, and the crops failed to be harvested? As a result, they had no food to plant and were unable to plant crops for the next season. Isn't it the reason for the famine that has lasted for almost three years?

Spring sweet potatoes are being harvested now to make way for wheat.

The autumn harvest has just begun, and it is not particularly busy. Students do not have holidays, and men, women, and children who do not go to school work together.

Feng Qingxue is no exception.

Because of Lu Jiang's numerous warnings before leaving, and Lu's father's secret support, Wang Zhengguo had already reminded Wang Dachun, so he arranged for Feng Qingxue a light job of recording work points and counting the grain harvest. The fact that people can't take charge of this job gave Wang Dachun a ready reason.

In the entire Wanglou brigade, except for the Lu family, only Wang Zhengguo could read and write among all the tenant farmers, and even his descendants were not illiterate. However, the Lu family did not belong to the seventh production team, except for Lu's father and his family.

Wang Dachun arranged for his cousin, not his two younger brothers and sister, and others were quite convinced.

Of course, the main reason is that Feng Qingxue is studying medical skills, which makes them awe. At the same time, Wang Dachun said that because Feng Qingxue does not work hard, she only has six work points a day.

What are work points? The lifeblood of farmers.

The distribution of food and money at the end of the year depends on the number of work points. Who doesn't regard work points as a treasure? Both men and women wish they could leave early and come back late to earn twelve work points a day. Unfortunately, the highest work points here are ten work points a day, which is called full work points.

Feng Qingxue carried a basket on her back and took her three children who were not in school to the fields. On the way, they passed by a field where grain was dried. Father Lu and several others drove mules or oxen, horses and donkeys, pulling a stone roller with a wooden frame. After grinding the field in circles and circles, the field gradually became level. Father Lu held a dung basket in his hand and stretched out to catch the excrement pulled out by the mule!

The others, like Father Lu, were driving the animals while paying attention to whether the animals were pooping or not.

Feng Qingxue didn't dare to look too much. When they got to the field, most of the people were there, including Wang Zhengguo's whole family. Even Wang Jiao, who was usually the laziest, was at work, wearing a big bamboo hat and rolling up her trouser legs.

"Qiu Huhu is very powerful. I don't want to tan because of my delicate skin and tender flesh." Wang Jiao winked at Feng Qingxue and said.

Qingxue smiled. In fact, most people were wearing bamboo hats, some old and new.

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