Quick Transmigration: The Cannon Fodder's Comeback in the Era Tales-Chapter 64: The Pitiful Child Killed by Her Uncle 20

This time they wanted to have communal meals, but the villagers disagreed. The old village chief and the team leader did not insist; instead, the team department spent money to build a large canteen and set up two clay stoves just to deal with inspections from higher-ups.

Later, the old village chief reminded the villagers, "Don’t keep too many chickens at home. Three chickens per household are enough; having more would be troublesome."

The villagers went home to slaughter chickens one after another.

During those days, the aroma of chicken filled the air over the entire Xiaxi Village.

Sure enough, within a few days, a document came down from the commune, allowing each household to raise only three chickens, with any extras to be turned over.

The villagers sighed with relief, glad they had slaughtered the chickens earlier; otherwise, outsiders would have benefited.

Afterward, the villagers had mysterious confidence in the old village chief, executing anything he said as if it were sacred duty.

Half a month later, the old village chief issued another order for each family to keep only two pigs, with excess pigs to be sent to the team department for collective rearing in its name.

As for the pigs that were sent, since the newly established team department had no money, they were exchanged for work points according to the size of the pigs.

The villagers promptly went home to drive the extra pigs from their pens to the newly built pigsty in the team department. As there were too many pigs, and the pigsty was insufficient, the old village chief organized the villagers to build several more pigsties temporarily.

Indeed, a few days later in the morning, some people from the commune arrived.

They did not go to the team department but knocked on doors at the villagers’ homes, inspecting every pigsty, and then left.

In the afternoon, the villagers heard that the pigs raised by villagers in the neighboring village had been taken away by the commune people, over twenty pigs in total. However, the commune also provided compensation according to the usual price per weight of a whole pig. Although the villagers were reluctant, they did not suffer much loss, only regretting that the pigs were slaughtered while still young.

Afterward, the people from the commune never returned, and the village resumed its simple life, working from dawn to dusk.

In the depth of winter, when the fields froze and there was no farm work, the old village chief selected a group of skillful villagers to form a fifty-person team to weave baskets, sieves, and vegetable baskets from wicker, which were then taken to the market dozens of miles away to exchange for grain.

The weaving team was stationed in the canteen, along with the logistics team.

The logistics team was divided into two groups, one responsible for cutting wicker and the other for processing the cut wicker, with ten people in each group.

These people were all diligent, simple, and hardworking villagers.

They worked without wages, earning only work points, and could receive eight work points each day.

This was a unexpected bonus during the leisure time of the farming season.

Other villagers were also busy, led by the team leader’s wife to the mountain to gather wild goods. In previous years, the villagers disdained sour hawthorn and sour dates, but this year, no one missed them, everyone gathered as much as possible, trying to store more food for their families.

In other villages, the villagers enjoyed a leisurely winter, while Xiaxi Team’s villagers were energetically bustling up the mountain and down the river, trying every means possible to get food.

Until the twenty-third of the twelfth month, the eve of the New Year, everyone stopped all work.

This was the first year after collective production and the last year before the three-year drought. The old village chief made a tough decision, organizing the village’s two pig slaughterers to kill ten fat pigs so that everyone in the village could get five pounds of meat.

Some households with many people, having twenty to thirty members, could receive over a hundred pounds of meat.

Yuan Chun’s family had only her, so she received only five pounds of meat. She chose two pounds of pork belly and three pounds of tenderloin, planning to make braised pork and fried crispy pork.