Chapter 42: Cook yourself for everyone to make a meal?
Lu Chengjing and several elderly people in the village have indeed discussed a method, which is to record points according to work.
After a major natural disaster occurs, the imperial court will distribute disaster relief funds, and various regions will open disaster relief warehouses and distribute them to counties and villages.
All the villagers' labor is recorded as points according to the established standards, and disaster relief materials are distributed according to the points. If you work more, you will get more; if you work less, you will get less. No one should gossip.
Shang Wan felt that this was similar to the post-apocalyptic base's formula for killing zombies and mutant beasts to exchange contribution points, and then using the contribution points to exchange for supplies, but there was still a fundamental difference.
She glanced at Lu Chengjing. Could it be that her vase had been tricked?
"Xiucai Gong, can we earn points?" Li Xiaoshan asked on behalf of a group of children in the village.
"Of course, regardless of age or gender," Lu Chengjing scanned the faces of the villagers, "As long as the contribution meets the standard, points will be counted."
The children suddenly cheered and were stared at by their adults several times before they stopped and ran to the side to whisper.
Luo Er raised his hand and asked: "Help with the work, will the village take care of the food?"
Several elders in the village have already discussed this matter. Father Liu said: "No matter what the food is, each family will take care of their own food in the future."
"Why don't you care about the rice? How delicious it is to eat rice from a big pot!"
Father Liu was very clear about Luo Erda's abacus. He said: "Everyone has different appetites, so it's hard to calculate the food. We cooked a big pot of rice last night due to special circumstances, and we also steamed a lot of steamed buns this morning. The children eat one." , adults can eat two, not more.”
Luo Er's face suddenly fell.
Someone next to him was yelling: "Luo Er, you ate five bowls of rice last night. Why, you still want to eat five bowls today?"
"You haven't eaten enough?" Luo Er glared at the booing person, "It's like you haven't eaten meat in eight lifetimes."
"Who are you talking about?"
"What did you say about you?"
Seeing that the two were about to quarrel, the people nearby quickly separated the two.
Li Dashan asked anxiously: "When will we start? There are still a lot of things under my house."
Father Wu waved his hand, "Don't worry about this moment. Only when you are full can you have the strength to work."
The aroma of steamed wheat buns has long been wafting in the air. Many people have thunder in their stomachs and frequently turn their heads to look at the big pot stove.
A few aunts were standing by the pot, throwing juicy cabbage into the boiling water.
Father Wu raised his voice and asked: "Are the steamed buns ready?"
"Okay!" Aunt Yao heard her man shouting and replied loudly, "We've got the vegetable soup, we can start dinner!"
The children couldn't wait to run over and queue up to get the steamed buns.
The steamed buns were round, bigger than an adult man's fist, white and soft, and the children couldn't wait to take a bite. They were so hot that they opened their mouths and gasped but were reluctant to spit them out.
The clean bowls and chopsticks were placed in bamboo baskets. Those who wanted to drink vegetable soup took their own bowls and went to the pot to ladle.
Although there are a few steamed buns, the vegetable soup is enough.
While everyone was eating and chatting, the unpleasantness they had just caused was forgotten.
"Here." Shang Wan handed a steamed bun to Lu Chengjing and placed the soup bowl on the table in front of him.
"Thank you." Lu Chengjing reached out to take it, but Shang Wan didn't let go. He tore off a piece of steamed bun and stuffed it into his mouth. "You don't have to say thank you next time."
Lu Chengjing, whose mouth was stuffed with steamed buns:?
If you don’t say thank you, how can you thank me?
Shang Wan stuffed the remaining steamed buns into his hand, thinking that he could only use his left hand and had to put down the steamed buns if he wanted to drink soup, so he placed an empty bowl in front of him.
Little kid Yuanyuan tilted her head and glanced at her father, and then at the empty table in front of her. She suddenly felt that she was being treated differently by Xiangxiang's mother. The little guy flattened his mouth unhappily and raised his hand to slap on the table to express his strong protest.
"Good boy, hold on a little longer." Shang Wan quickly grabbed her hand and stuffed a small piece of steamed bun into her mouth.
Sweet! The big round eyes are curled up, and the two millet teeth are chewing the steamed bun bit by bit, super satisfied!
Shang Wan pinched her in a funny way, and she was satisfied with the steamed buns, which was quite easy to maintain.
"Sister, you eat yours, and I'll feed Yuanyuan." Xiaohuan saw that Shang Wan had something to say to Lu Chengjing, so he took the initiative to carry Yuanyuan over, tear up the steamed buns and feed her.
Shi Shi shook the vegetable soup to cool down and fed Yuanyuan some at every opportunity.
Shang Wan glanced at Lu Chengjing while chewing the steamed bun. Lu Chengjing was a little confused by her look. He stopped drinking the soup and turned his head to look over.
Shang Wan asked: "Did you come up with this method of recording according to your work?"
"Yeah." Lu Chengjing responded lightly.
Shang Wan narrowed his eyes and looked at him suspiciously, "Were you tricked by those old men?"
Lu Chengjing was slightly stunned, "Why did you say that?"
Shang Wan glanced around. The place where they sat was in the corner, and there was no one around, so it was suitable for talking.
She lowered her voice and said: "The village has suffered a disaster, and everyone should have a share of the things handed out by the court, regardless of whether they work or not. The method you come up with now is equivalent to taking out things that should have fallen into their pockets. Putting them together and then having to work to get them, isn’t it making people look like fools?”
"It's true that everyone has a share." Lu Chengjing stirred the overcooked soft vegetable leaves in the soup bowl, looked at the small vortex in the center of the bowl, his voice was a bit cold, "But it must be distributed first."
Shang Wan frowned, "You mean there's something wrong with this relief food?"
"It did happen before." Lu Chengjing stopped stirring and looked sideways at Shang Wan, "There are many smart people in the village. They are willing to accept the method of crediting points according to work, because when we proposed this method, we were already asking for it in disguise. They promised to bring relief food.”
Shang Wan felt strange, "According to Shen Qi, the relief food will not be allocated until at least the day after tomorrow, but everyone has to start working today. Aren't they afraid that you won't be able to get the money and food, and your physical labor will be in vain?"
"If you can't get it, there will be a way to get it." Lu Chengjing's voice was cold, "There are people on the left and right."
Shang Wan understood the implication and raised his eyebrows, "Hey, why is Mr. Xiucai so dedicated? What's going on, are you going to cook yourself for everyone to make a meal?"
Lu Chengjing: "..."
"Speak." Shang Wan kicked his calf with his toe.
A slight pain spread up from the point of contact, and the muscles tensed for a while and then slowly relaxed. Lu Chengjing said helplessly: "I have a sense of propriety."
Shang Wan looked at him coldly. He had no self-consciousness about being a vase. Did he know that vases are fragile and easy to break?
Facing Shang Wan's cold face, Lu Chengjing felt a little uncomfortable.
From the first time Dalio met, Shang Wan had never shown such a look to him, as if if he reacted wrongly, Shang Wan would abandon him without any hesitation.
He pursed his pale lips, moved his white fingertips slightly, and slowly, little by little, pinched the hem of Shang Wan's sleeves that were hanging on the bench.
Shang Wan lowered his eyes and tsked, "You're angry, there's no point in acting coquettishly."
Where did he act like a spoiled child?
Lu Chengjing's ears burned red, and his warm voice softened a little, "Don't be angry yet, just listen to what I have to say."
Out of nowhere, he pinched Shang Wan's sleeves and gently shook them twice, causing his long eyelashes to tremble violently.
(End of chapter)