Life in a quiet village in Xianshan

Yang Chuanwu looked around him, and he didn't know what it was like. He knew that everyone understood it, and they all knew it, but no one mentioned it.

Originally Yang Chuanwu didn't want to mention it, but now it's really hard not to do so.

After looking around, Yang Chuanwu finally made a decision.

"We are all villagers, we are all grasshoppers on a rope. No one can escape and no one can escape. I also understand this matter. Let's do this. Later, we will call all the masters of the family over. This place What it was originally, or what it is, will come back to each family's head.

Of course, this is just our private agreement. If someone comes to check or something, we still say that this land is collectively owned and belongs to the entire Sixth Team.

What do you think? "

Yang Chuanwu made his words clear, and after speaking, he glanced around with his eyes.

No one said anything, the old people were all thinking about this.

"Still hesitating? If you hesitate any longer, your family will starve to death. Haven't you had enough of this winter? If it weren't for the four-dimensional brothers, how many of us, including the children, would die when the summer food comes down? Don’t you have a clue?”

Yang Chuanwu said lightly. He originally thought it was difficult to say this, but after he said it, he felt like that. Not only was it nothing, but he felt like a big stone had fallen from his heart.

Liu Fulin was the first to open his mouth to support Yang Chuanwu: "Chuanwu is right. It is reasonable for each family to take back their land. Each family's land was cultivated by their ancestors, and now they are combined together." It doesn’t matter, as long as you can have enough food and drink, that’s it. The village is like this and it’s really not suitable for concentration. I support it.”

"I support it too! If we continue to waste time like this, my grandson will soon become a skeleton. The faster the land is divided, the faster each family here can get busy..."

"Isn't it a bit inappropriate to use the previous classification? Some families have a large population, but they didn't have much land before. Some families have a small population, but relatively more land."

An old man asked a question.

This is also reasonable. Maybe this old man doesn't have much land in the first place.

It has not been many years since the founding of the People's Republic of China. In the past, many people in Shimo Village made a living outside. For example, Liu Fulin's family used to mainly do small businesses outside, so his family did not have much land in the village. The grandfather and grandson only have more than two acres of land, and the food they grow is simply not enough to last a year.

"It's not appropriate to divide people by head."

Another old man retorted. There is only such a small amount of land in the village. It can be said that every cent is given by the ancestors. We have been here for so many generations and are more or less related by blood. But relatives are relatives. Do you want to divide it? No one would be happy with the place left by their ancestors.

Yang Chuanwu saw that everyone was quarreling over this again, so he said: "It turns out whoever owns it has agreed, and those with little land at home can go hunting with them. If our four-dimensional brothers can do it, why can't we do it.

But at the beginning, there has to be a transition period, and we cannot say that the division will be divided immediately. In this case, there must be some families who cannot get food. They are all from the same village, and they are all relatives. No one wants to see someone from another family starve to death, right? "

Yang Chuanwu talked again for almost half an hour.

Everyone here is talking back and forth. There is no way not to talk. It is related to the interests of each family. If we don’t explain it clearly, no one will be at ease, right?

Fortunately, everyone understood that this matter would not be accomplished if it was not done, so although there were arguments and quarrels, an agreement was finally reached.

"Then do it this way!"

"Okay, let's do it."

"It seems suitable to me."

"That's it, brother Siwei, I have one more thing to trouble you." Seeing that everyone agreed, Yang Chuanwu said to Gu Siwei.

Gu Siwei was just watching the excitement and never thought that Yang Chuanwu would mention him.

He now felt a sense of absurdity in his heart, because this was different from what he had learned in books. Wasn't that the first village to do this? Why are the people in Shimo Village starting to divide the land now? Do you want to make these guys change their minds?

It's impossible. I didn't let them divide the land, nor did I tell them what to do in the future.

After hearing Yang Chuanwu's words, Gu Siwei came back to his senses.

"What's the matter with me?" Gu Siwei was a little surprised: "I don't have land to divide, so it's none of my business, right?"

Yang Chuanwu smiled and said: "I have nothing to do with you, but I still need your help in this matter."

"What's the deal?"

Gu Siwei couldn't think of anything he could do to help. He couldn't divide the land with a ruler. He believed that every old farmer here was better at this than Gu Siwei.

Liu Fulin said with a smile: "Please help us make a contract, and everyone will put their thumbprints when the time comes. In this way, no one can run away."

Looking at Liu Fulin's appearance, Gu Siwei felt that the old man was smiling too much.

"Don't you know how to write?" Gu Siwei really didn't want to interfere with this matter. If anything happened, who knew that he, the one who drafted the document, would still be able to escape?

But think about it, if something like this really happened, the entire Sixth Team would probably be doomed, and it seemed like he wouldn't be spared either.

Thinking about it this way, I felt a lot more comfortable.

Anyway, it's a knife when you extend your head, and it's a knife when you shrink your head. Sooner or later, you'll have to take the knife. Worrying is in vain, so don't worry at all.

"No problem, but I don't know how to write it," Gu Siwei said.

"It's okay, I told you to write. Third Master, please help me get the pen and ink out," Yang Chuanwu said to his uncle who was a few years younger than him.

"Can I use a brush? Do you have a fountain pen or ballpoint pen?"

"Fountain pen, I don't have a writing brush here," Yang Chuanwu said.

Gu Siwei thought that there were many writing brushes in this era. In fact, this was true in the villages outside. However, there were too many illiterates in Shimo Village. Even when literacy was eradicated in the past, Shimo Village was a blind spot, and the whole village was Several people were scanned, and probably ten of them could actually write their names.

Yang Chuanwu is relatively literate, but to get a newspaper, he still has to rely on 70% of his knowledge. Think about the literacy rate in the village.

Soon the pen and a piece of gray paper came into Gu Siwei's hands.

Gu Siwei found a stool and spread out the paper. He took off the cap of the pen and scratched the paper to see how the pen produced water.

The pen is very rough, the water flow is not smooth at all, and the pen tip makes a rustling sound when it slides on the paper, which is a bit hairy.

After shaking it twice, the pen became smoother, but it didn't run smoothly for a while and I had to shake it twice more.

Fortunately, Yang Chuanwu didn't have any literary talents, and he didn't have the ability to write a lengthy contract. It was just that the whole village decided to return the land in the village to each family.

There are only a hundred words in total, and Gu Siwei can be said to have finished it in one go.

"Good words!"

As soon as Gu Siwei finished writing, Yang Chuanwu immediately praised it.

Gu Siwei's pen calligraphy is very good. Many people in later generations forget to write when they pick up the pen, but Gu Siwei does not have this problem. His pen calligraphy is very good.

I learned calligraphy from Tian Yingzhang's cursive script, and I learned a fur coat. It's just similar in shape, but it still looks stylish and makes people feel very comfortable.

Such words are nothing in front of everyone, but in the eyes of people like Yang Chuanwu, they are naturally shocking.

As soon as they heard about the good words, everyone gathered around and praised Gu Siwei after seeing the words.

This compliment made the old and thick-skinned Gu Siwei feel a little embarrassed.

"Okay, my work is done, I still have some time to go." Gu Siwei felt that his face was a little feverish, and he became embarrassed and prepared to leave.

"Don't leave yet, you put your fingerprints on it," Yang Chuanwu said, handing over an opened box of red ink pad.

Gu Siwei was a little dumbfounded: "What fingerprint did I press indiscriminately?"

"You have to press it even if you don't care. You are from the village, and now you are also the head of the family. If you don't press it, wouldn't it mean that one household is missing?" Yang Chuanwu said.

Gu Siwei didn't know what to say, but after thinking for a moment, he quickly pressed his thumb on the ink pad, and then left his fingerprint on the paper.

After pressing it, I rubbed the red ink pad on my finger.

"Is this okay?"

"Okay, you are the first one," Yang Chuanwu said and pressed his fingerprint on it.

When everything was fine, Gu Siwei was about to leave. When he arrived at the door of Yang Chuanwu's house, Gu Siwei remembered something and turned to ask everyone.

"Whoever has a saw, a big saw, not a small saw," Gu Siwei said.

He was going to get some trees to build a house, and when he came out with an axe, Gu Siwei remembered that an ax alone was not enough. He also had to have at least a saw and an ink line. Otherwise, given his own level, he would probably want to cut It's a bit difficult to get a straight groove that fits.

"There are many saws in the village, do you want to use them?"

Guo Xiangping said.

"A saw that can cut large pieces of wood can't be used if it's too small," Gu Siwei said while gesticulating.

Guo Xiangping smiled and said: "What's so difficult about this? You have to use me to find it for you now. It's just that it hasn't been used for a long time. I guess you have to choose to grind it out."

"That's fine, thank you."

When Gu Siwei heard that there was a saw, that was a good thing, as it would save him the trouble of thinking of other tricks.

Guo Xiangping stood up and motioned to Gu Siwei to follow him to get it.

I followed Guo Xiangping to his house and saw him finding a saw from a dilapidated house. To be precise, it was a circle of saws.