When Liushuzhuang woke up from the night, the villagers soon found that there were cows shouting on the side of the Sangbaikal, so they came over and took a look.

When we found that there were two sturdy buffaloes in Sangbai's yard, everyone's eyes shone with envy.

Originally, Sangbai had made up lies, but no one knew that no one asked. He didn't know that the entire Liushu Village adults now knew that Sangbai was a master disciple.

As a master disciple, it would be normal to do something unexpected. Otherwise, how could he be called a master disciple?

If you do normal things, you must not be a master's disciple. You can only be a inferior disciple. Not to mention making two cows, even if you get a group of cows back, everyone thinks it is normal.

"Mr. Lu Er, this is yours."

Waiting for Lu Qingyao to come to see the cow, Sangbai pulled the old man aside and returned the cloth buns to him. Of course, Sangbai also made up the money inside.

Lu Qingyao didn't even click it, so he put it in his pocket, and then asked, "Why do you get two ends at once?"

Sang Bai didn't have the nerve to say that he was originally going to kill one, but now the big bull is posing as a dog licking rack, and Sang Bai is reluctant to kill it.

I had to say, "It's a coincidence, let's do this. If you need it, lend it to everyone first, look..."

"That end can't be borrowed." Lu Qingyao pointed at the big bull.

"Do you know?" Sang Bo asked curiously.

Lu Qingyao smiled and said, "Who doesn't know these people from all over the country? I didn't expect that this cow is quite obedient to you, but I just don't know how to get a trap."

Lu Qingyao naturally knew about this cow, not only knew it, but also moved. Not to mention anything else, just looking at the physique, it would make a senior farmer's eyes shine. The cow started to change hands since the calf, and it has been more than three years. He has bought all the good crops here that can be taken out, but no one can live there.

After this incident, Lu Qingyao stopped thinking, but now Niu is so obedient, Lu Qingyao's heart has once again confirmed Sang Bai's identity as a master disciple.

"You'll know if you try it?" Sang Bai smiled.

"Mr. Sang, you haven't plowed here yet, right?" Lu Qingyao said.

Sang Bai was a little embarrassed: "You have to ask for help in this matter and buy some farm tools for me."

Sangbai really doesn’t know where to sell farm tools.

Lu Qingyao said: "What do you want to buy?"

"Buy some normal farm tools such as hoes, picks, etc., but I don't have a ticket, can I give it money?" Sangbai said.

"Just have money, but it's a lot of money to prepare all these things. You'll have to spend at least thirty or forty dollars on what you said..."

When Sang Bai heard that he was only thirty or forty, he immediately counted out the money and handed it to Lu Qingyao: "Please trouble you."

After receiving the money, Lu Qingyao nodded and said, "Okay, then I'll do it as soon as possible."

"Have your land plowed?" asked Sangbai.

Lu Qingyao shook his head: "It's not yet, I'm not on my turn."

"Then, let's farm in the morning, and you will teach me too," said Sangbai.

After hearing this, Lu Qingyao didn't say anything else. It was not the time to be pretentious. It was one day earlier and one day earlier. So he led a cow with Sang Bai and went to his own field.

When I arrived at the ground, I found Ji Lianyong resting between the ridges next to Lu Qingyao Field, with a curved plow placed aside, and an old cow was placing it by the river, gnawing hay.

This cow is not young anymore, and even Sang Bai doesn't understand it. The cow hair on his back is a bit bald, and the black circles of the two cows are a little white, which looks a bit like the Sichuan Jianguo style decades later.

"Mr. Sang, are you going to work with your cow?" Ji Lianyong greeted Sang Bai and the others with a smile.

Now everyone in the village knows that Sangbai's family has returned from getting two cows, and Ji Lianyong has also been a part of the fun.

Sanbo said: "It just happened to borrow your plow."

"OK!"

Looking at Sang Bai, Lu Qingyao and Ji Lianyong are getting involved.

They were all old-fashioned, so they quickly put on Lu Qingyao and helped him on the plow handle and started urging the cows.

"What awesome!"

When Ji Lianyong saw the cow exert force, the plow and shovel would slide across the silk cloth like scissors, which was so smooth. It was many times stronger than the cow he had just used.

The land was not long, only about twenty meters long, and soon Lu Qingyao made a round trip.

"This is awesome! This is the first time in my life that I have seen such a strong bull."

Lu Qingyao's expression at this time made Sang Bai feel that the hair on his back had stood up. His eyes were probably not as affectionate as the old man had seen his wife before.

"Oh! Try this big bull again."

Put the big bull on it, and Ji Lianyong will now support the plow.

The big bull move immediately made Lu Qingyao and Ji Lianyong feel that they could not keep up with the bull's steps. The big bull pulling the plow could be described as a steadily stepping like flying.

Sang Bai was even more satisfied when he saw it.

But when he arrived at the field, he stayed away from Sangbai. Seeing Sangbai turn around, the big bull turned around and directly pushed Ji Lianyong into a squat.

"I x    !"

Sang Bai immediately cursed inwardly and ran towards Ji Lianyong at the same time.

After helping Ji Lianyong up, Sang Bai asked repeatedly: "Is it okay?"

Ji Lianyong took a picture of the mud on his body: "It's okay, it's okay, this cow is really smooth."

Lu Qingyao said: "This awesome bully is fine when you are next to you, but when you turn around, you give Lian Yong a horn. You should do it, no one can do it."

Hearing Lu Qingyao's words, Sang Bai had to walk over and help the plow up.

Under Lu Qingyao's guidance, Sang Bai quickly mastered the small skills. Of course, the main reason is that the big bull is too powerful. Sang Bai only needs to be straightened and stabilized, and the big bull will not stop pulling it.

After coming back and walking twice, Daguniu did not lose his temper, which made Lu Qingyao and Ji Lianyong envious.

The two of them made Sang Bai feel a little vain. He said that the big bull was not, but he felt happy. Think about it, seeing a bull that only listens to his own command, others cannot use it, so everyone should be proud.

After plowing a few ridges, everyone sat down to rest. As they talked, they naturally talked about the cow.

I was originally going to kill one, but now I can't kill it. Sang Bai must have to divide the cow. After thinking about it, it was suitable for Lu Qingyao. First, the two were closer to others, and second, Lu Qingyao was a person who was worthy of the villagers and was fair in his actions. It was not easy for him to have conflicts with the cow.

"Master Lu Er, you can use this cow first, not for you to use it in vain. You have to take care of me. It will be quite difficult for me to take care of this head alone. If you take care of this head, you can take care of it, you can do it if you take care of this head," said Sang Bai.

Lu Qingyao said: "This..."

"Don't be polite, I can't use two cows here, just think you've helped, but I'm not happy to lose weight if I want it," Sang Bai joked.

Lu Qingyao and Ji Lianyong were not stupid, so they must understand that Mr. Sang was helping the villagers in the village. But they didn't know that Mr. Sang in their hearts was not so tall, and the extra one was originally planned to slaughter and eat meat.

If both of them knew that Mr. Sang was going to kill the plowing ox and eat meat, perhaps Mr. Sang's glorious image would be discounted.

"Then I will thank you here."

Lu Qingyao didn't know what to say, but he thought he had recorded this kindness anyway.

As for the return, the old man really didn't know what to pay for it. He was a woman without a woman, and his wife died early, and an old widower was probably nothing but this life. But the old man knew that even if he had the chance, he had to repay the love.

Sang Bai put the good-tempered cow here and took the big bull back to his own courtyard.

The rice and flour of the machine were already placed in the kitchen. Sang Bai looked at it and found that the dough was good, at least it was much cleaner than last time, and it was similar to the white rice in later generations.

Sang Bai didn't know that after he left, Lu Qingyao and Chen Dongsheng specifically asked the noodles to help the machine cleaner, because both of them knew that Mr. Sang was a picky man, and Mr. Sang would definitely not be used to the things he ate.

The two of them were really not wrong. Sang Bai really couldn't eat the rice and flour they ate now with a little bran shavings.

Lu Qingyao and Chen Dongsheng exchanged the good grains they distributed to them before returning to the village, and exchanged them with one pound of one pound of one pound of one pound of one pound of five. The ones they exchanged were quite good grains, not the kind of old tray grains.

The reason why it can be changed to such a high level is because the grain given by the Sangbaipo is so good, the flour production rate is high, and the noodles produced by the machine are all white, and they are all people who have planted crops for decades. What kind of level is such rice and flour? There is no way to tell what kind of rice and flour is.

As for staying at home to eat, Lu Qingyao and other villagers dare not think about it. In their simple thoughts, they usually can’t even eat rice and noodles. Now they have rice and noodles, and they have to eat excellent large white rice and white noodles. Why aren’t they afraid of being struck by lightning?

Sangbai returned to the courtyard and his life became leisurely again. Now he was really fine. The crops had not started to grow, and the children did not come for busy farming. So after Sangbai drew his own land, he was left to watch others work everywhere.

About four or five days later, Lu Qingyao brought Chen Dongsheng and a few laborers to deliver the farm tools that Sang Bai wanted on a large truck.

When Sang Bo looked at it, there were quite a few good guys.

"This is the remaining money, you have collected it."

Lu Qingyao took out a stack of receipts, which cost about eleven or two yuan.

“So much left?”

Although Sang Bo knows it, he still sighs at the purchasing power of the current tickets from time to time.

"Farm tools are not worth much, especially the things you want are not big things, many of them are made by blacksmiths themselves," said Lu Qingyao with a smile.

Except for the iron used in places where farm tools are used, the ones that cannot be used are made of wooden tools. For example, hoe handles are all made by yourself. Whoever spends money to buy wooden handles is fine, so the money given by the sang cypress costs the iron tools, and the rest are made by the villagers, without spending a penny.

"And this one."

When Sang Bo saw Lu Qingyao handing him a few small notebooks, he took them over and asked casually: "What is this?"

"We have taken our own initiative to install your household registration in our village. Don't be surprised. Agricultural household registration is your household registration book and your small grain book. It records how much grain you should pay to the country every year..."

When Sang Bai heard this, he was happy and said to himself: Before he mentioned this, he had done it. The villagers of Liushu Village are so powerful.

Sang Bai didn't know that the powerful villagers in Liushu Village were afraid that he would run away.

Every fellow villagers in Liushu Village now feel that when Lu Qingyao and others went to the mountain to hunt and met Sangbai, they were afraid that God had arranged it long ago. Otherwise, why did they encounter it by chance? Why did such a good thing fall into our Liushu Village all at once!

Of course, such a great person must be kept!

After opening the small notebook, Sang Bo saw his household registration book, which read Sang Bo, May 5, 1960, and was covered with a red official seal.

It is similar to the household registration books of later generations, but at this time the book was a shell of horse manure paper. It was very rough and easy to be faked. There was not even a photo, let alone any steel stamps. Even many of the characters were handwritten, and there was no technicality at all.

After opening the so-called small notebook for collecting public grain, Sangbai felt a little dizzy because in his era, farmers no longer paid public grain. Not only did they not pay the grain, but they could also receive some money every year.

But now, the notebook is printed with public grain and surplus grain. What makes Sang Bai even more confused is that there are provident fund, public welfare funds and management fees. In addition to these, there are militia training fees, private transportation fees, etc., which are about seven or eight items in total.

Seeing Sang Bai's face confused, Chen Dongsheng said: "These are three-increasing and five-unification system. They all have to pay cash. They are collected in autumn every year. The first ones are paid for food. Public grains are not paid for money. The surplus grains are bought by the state at a very low price. When summer grains come down..."

Hearing Chen Dongsheng's explanation, Sang Bai asked, "I've handed over all these, how many more can you leave?"

"If you really press this, you can still have some left after handing over it, but the county has to add it. Our place is pretty good, and my uncle can get there..." Chen Dongsheng said.

Now Sangbai finally knew why the villagers' lives were so hard, and he finally understood why the Da Qiangzi of a certain East said that when he was a child, his grandmother was hung up, and the villagers in college raised dozens of eggs and carried them on the capital.
Chapter completed!