Chapter 110: Dividing the Grain, Fishing

Turning over enough to the state, keeping enough for the collective, and dividing the rest according to the rules—that was the hallmark of the age.

“Turning over enough to the state” meant paying the grain levy, first selecting the best harvest and then delivering, to the exact pound, the required amounts of wheat, rice, corn, sorghum, soybeans, and the like to the commune granary.

“Keeping enough for the collective” meant setting aside the reserve grain the production team would use itself: seed for the following year’s planting, fodder for oxen, horses, donkeys, and mules, and grain for receiving guests.

“Dividing the rest according to the rules” meant that whatever grain remained would be allocated according to the regulations set by each region.

He did not know whether he meant to question them or rebuke them. He had only just managed to say a single word before his voice was swallowed by the rising and falling whistles and mocking jeers around him.

Squealing insistently, the ones who could not hold out any longer suddenly lunged forward and vanished into the darkness. The hair-raising sounds gradually faded into the distance, and Jian Zhanmo collapsed weakly onto the ground, letting out a long breath.

After all, when one was facing a good student, even one who only seemed to have made a mistake, Vice Principal Yang’s tone and bearing were much gentler than before.

During this time, although Ye Jiu had never said it aloud, he could still clearly feel that Ye Jiu’s attitude toward Mo Shunqing was different. There was no way Ye Jiu felt absolutely nothing for Mo Shunqing.

“What? This is my sister’s business. What does it have to do with you people? Don’t tell me you care that much. At best, you’re just relatives. I called you here to make up the numbers.” Jiang Yi spoke bluntly.

“Oh? Then that just means that before this, you’d never realized how charming you are. In my opinion, all of this is nothing more than your side of the story. After all, no one knows whether any of it is true or false, right?” Tang Xin folded her arms and gave a soft snort.

With a creak, the door was pushed open. When everyone from Class Hai saw Yue Han walk in, their eyes all reddened. Lin Zhixian threw herself into Yue Han’s arms, weeping like rain on pear blossoms. Seeing this, the others also began to sniffle softly, and the room was instantly filled with sorrow.

So the obedient Mo Shunqing let go with both hands, and Ye Jiu naturally fell onto him, landing in his arms.

Dongzi spoke while watching He Chengfeng’s expression, his own face full of fear. But those words pleased He Chengfeng as well. Looking down, he felt that Lin Jingjing was clearly not someone who liked Jian Zhanmo. It seemed that Jian Zhanmo had forced her again. Truly shameless.

Not far away, the person watching him with utter calmness—wasn’t that Lin An, the very person he and his grandfather had wanted to avoid for the rest of their lives?

Now he was yielding to Qin Zhao only because Qin Zhao held his fate in his hands, so for the moment he had no choice but to compromise. Sun Mingze’s only thought now was to survive at any cost. As long as he lived, he would have a chance at revenge. Once he recovered, he would surely turn back and come after Qin Zhao.

In the eyes of experts on the level of Ye Xiu and Lei Tianming, weren’t they nothing more than cannon fodder?

The people in the city rushed out one after another, and the soldiers around the tents, spears in hand, quickly and neatly converged from every direction.

A dragon-shaped shadow whirled through the air and landed at once on the surface of the bamboo tube, producing a series of crisp clacking sounds. Yet it could not pierce the tube at all, nor could it make out the shape of the bamboo slips inside in the slightest.

In the past, he had often clashed with others as well, especially with fairy-tale authors; quite a few had argued with him before.

He would never have dared make this decision on his own. Today he truly could not wait any longer, so as soon as the opportunity appeared, he came to speak to President Tian.

Jiang Feng strolled slowly out of the dense forest. Many people around him saw him, but only gave him a passing glance. He was merely a fifth-level evolver—nothing remarkable.

Zhang Tian nodded, and magical power in his body poured into the token. As the magic entered, the token emitted a faint blue glow. When that glow fully burst forth, the token in his hand slowly rose into the air on its own, without any control at all.