Rebirth to the Sixties With Space

However, Wang Aijuan agreed, but Xiao Dashan was unwilling to agree.

He said yesterday that one family will provide a strong labor force.

Other people's families are strong young men in their 20s and 30s. Even if there is no suitable candidate, they also send food. How come they are going to be a demon when they get to the Wang's house?

A fifteen-year-old girl joined the militia company. Isn’t this foolishness?

If Wang Aijuan had the strength and courage of Su Ruanruan, it would be fine to let her join the militia company.

But Wang Aijuan can't carry it on her shoulders or her hands. Isn't it a hindrance to join the militia company?

Even if it doesn't slow down, it will still take advantage of the production team.

Xiao Dashan was stern and unwilling, and Madam Wang sat directly on the ground, kicked her legs, rubbed her hands a few times on her head, and scratched her good head into a chicken nest.

Mrs. Wang cried while patting her thighs, "Didn't you say that there is a family member? Our family is not a man or is it? How can it not work? This is because my old woman is so bullying! I'm not alive!"

"There are not many strong labors in the family, and the rations are not enough for the family to eat. How can we take it out? Why can't we get out?"

Seeing Mrs. Wang like this, Xiao Dashan's face became even darker.

Wang Pozi is crying and making trouble.

If you don't meet her wishes, you may hang yourself three times in a while.

Since their old Wang's family doesn't care about their girls, and let a little girl patrol with the big masters on the team at night, why does he have so much scruples about being a captain?

Little girls also have the benefits of little girls. Young and energetic are not easy to nap, as long as they are not an old lady who has no energy and energy.

Xiao Dashan thought so, and agreed.

"Row!"

Hearing Xiao Dashan's promise, Mrs. Wang immediately got up from the ground and stopped crying.

Why are you crying!

"But!" Xiao Dashan sneered, "Wang Aijuan is a little girl, even if the girl's work points are not the same as strong labor."

Po Wang didn't care about it.

For Mrs. Wang, Wang Aijuan's reputation has been ruined, and it is not certain whether she can marry out in the future.

But you can't just let Wang Aijuan eat leisurely at home.

Earning one more work point is one work point, and this granddaughter can't support her in vain.

After watching Xiao Dashan's registration, Wang Aijuan signed the calligraphy and painting again, and then the wife took her away.

On the way home, Mrs. Wang didn’t forget to tell Wang Aijuan, “Don’t eat the pancakes that the brigade will give you in the future. You can take them home to learn to eat. What kind of pancakes will you eat if you lose money? Wotou you just have fun!"

Wang Aijuan hung her head and followed behind Wang's wife, without saying a word.

Granny Wang waited for a long time before Wang Aijuan answered, she turned around and slapped Wang Aijuan on the back, "I'm talking to you! Are you deaf? Did you hear me?"

Wang Aijuan only felt the burning pain on her back, but she could only grit her teeth and said, "I heard it!"

The militia company had all the statistics in one day, and two teams started patrolling that night.

The pancakes were made by two expert cooks in the village, which also means mutual supervision.

After making the pancakes, give two to each person.

Those who got the pancakes were all smiling.

Some people prepared things early, carried a bag of pancakes, and carried them on their backs, just waiting to take them out to eat when they were hungry at night.

Others yelled and sent a pancake home while patrolling past their door.