Jiang Xiaobai knew that this year, 1978, was the most important year in the history of the country. In this year, "Practice is the only criterion for testing truth" appeared in "Guangming Daily" and "People's Daily".

Although the person who wrote this article, Hu Mingfu, a professor at Nanjing University, planned to go to jail with his wife after finishing it.

This year, the national college entrance examination was officially held. Although implementation was not in place in some places and students with good family background were still required to pass the political examination, the college entrance examination was officially resumed.

This year, 18 hungry farmers in Xiaogang Village, Fengyang County, Anhui Province fired the first shot of China's rural reform, so much so that this unknown small mountain village in Fengyang County, Anhui Province was recorded in the annals of history.

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At this time, in the three dilapidated adobe houses of the Jianhua Brigade in Shangma Commune, Shangdang City, everyone was quietly waiting for Jiang Xiaobai.

At this time, no one realized that what Jiang Xiaobai was thinking about was not the issue of one or two work points as they thought.

In other words, it's not entirely a matter of one or two work points.

After a long time, Jiang Xiaobai stood up from the stool, looked at the dozen educated youths behind him and asked, "Do you believe me?"

"Brother Xiaobai, we believe you." Wang Xiaojun was the first to speak.

"Brother Xiaobai, if we don't believe it, who do you believe?" Liu Aiguo said immediately.

"Xiaobai, who do you want to beat up?" Liu Feng said and rolled up his sleeves, which scared the village accountant Goudan to jump back.

"Xiao Bai, you tell me what to do, and we will listen to you."

"Brother Xiaobai, you said..."

"Xiaobai..." the educated youth behind Jiang Xiaobai started to say.

Huang Zhongfu looked outside the door from time to time. Although Jiang Xiaobai usually looked quite stable, he was a young man after all, so he couldn't do anything. If he did, with his old arms and legs, he might as well run away as soon as possible.

"Okay, thank you for your trust." Jiang Xiaobai was originally a young man, and he became excited when he saw the crowd behind him. Living in this era, and having a forward-looking vision, could he still be afraid of not being able to eat? It's just that he didn't want to take risks.

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But now he was forced by life to take risks. Jiang Xiaobai turned to look at Huang Zhongfu and asked: "We can each only get half a work point every day, but I have three requirements."

Listening to Jiang Xiaobai's words, Huang Zhongfu breathed a long sigh of relief in his heart, which scared me to death, and said quickly: "You said, as long as I can do it, I will definitely support it."

The face of the village accountant Goudan also softened, and a trace of guilt flashed in his eyes. If the village was not too poor, they would not be willing to treat a group of young people like this.

"First, there are 15 of us. Normally, 200 work points per person per year is not much, right?" Jiang Xiaobai said and looked at Huang Zhongfu.

"Not much." Huang Zhongfu nodded and said, they, a group of educated youths, are all alone, have no family, and have few things to do. If they really work hard to earn work points, they can earn about 250 in a year.

"Okay, that half is 100 work points, and the fifteen of us are 1,500 work points. You take out a piece of land from the village that requires 1,500 work points a year to plant, and give it to us. We promise that the land will not be better than the others.

The villagers are poor, but if they can't get a job, then you don't care."

Jiang Xiaobai looked at Huang Zhongfu and said word by word, what Jiang Xiaobai proposed is equivalent to an alternative version of the household contract responsibility system, except that the harvest still belongs to the collective, and the contract is for them, a dozen educated youths, instead of the family.

After Jiang Xiaobai finished speaking, he waited for Huang Zhongfu's answer. At this time, the village secretary in the village always kept his word. As long as Huang Zhongfu agreed, there would be almost no problem.

Huang Zhongfu pondered for a moment, nodded and said, "Okay, I promise you." In his opinion, it didn't matter. Those fields required those work points no matter who planted them. As long as the output and the work points were consistent, it didn't matter.

Of course, the key point is that the harvest from the fields still belongs to the village collective.

"The approximately 7 acres of land by the river normally requires 1,500 work points, so it will be planted by you." After Huang Zhongfu finished speaking, he added: "Of course, we must ensure that the harvest is not worse than last year."

Jiang Xiaobai nodded and continued: "The second requirement is that our work points for this year need to be exchanged for a portion of food and money in advance, and the price will be calculated based on last year's work points."

"Okay, last year there was still food left in the village, and there was also money. The village just sold two old sows some time ago." Huang Zhongfu said without thinking. He was not afraid of giving this group of educated youths an escape in advance. At this time, they needed to eat.

Food stamps and a letter of introduction are required to go out. There is no place to run if you want to.

"The third request, I want all the yellow peaches on the back mountain." Jiang Xiaobai nodded and continued. Although the Jianhua Brigade has nothing else, the surrounding mountains are particularly rich in fruits every season, and the most popular ones are yellow peaches.

It is everywhere in the mountains and plains, but people still don’t realize that it is a resource at this time.

"No problem." Huang Zhongfu still agreed without hesitation. Although Jiang Xiaobai's requests were quite strange, there was nothing to be embarrassed about.

800 kilograms of cornmeal, 10 kilograms of white flour, and 100 yuan. This is the annual income of the 15 educated youths, including Jiang Xiaobai, who joined the Jianhua Brigade. Of course, there are also the two kilograms of pork that Jiang Xiaobai worked hard to get from Huang Zhongfu.

"Let's go home." Jiang Xiaobai put 100 yuan in his arms, waved his hand and led the way out of the team headquarters.

Behind him were 14 educated youths carrying corn noodles. These 14 educated youths came from all over the country. Some were factory workers, some were intellectuals, and some had other bad backgrounds. They were both male and female. The youngest was only 15 or 6.

Years old, the oldest is 23 or 4 years old.

At this moment, everyone's faces were filled with young and bright smiles, and they were following Jiang Xiaobai. They didn't know what it meant to take this step, or they didn't fully know what it meant.

"Go home." The 14 educated youths behind them shouted, their faces full of excitement. Today, their usual life has changed. They don't know whether this change is good or bad.

But they are eager to change, and maybe no matter how bad they are, they can't get any worse.

Just when Jiang Xiaobai and his men decided not to wait any longer, they were ready to fight.

In Sichuan, the three brothers of the Liu family, the future richest men in the country, are secretly running a pig farm; in Inner Mongolia, Niu Gengsheng of Mengniu Group is cleaning milk bottles in a dairy factory; in Wenzhou, the CEO of Zhengtai Group is repairing shoes; in Shenzhen, Wan

But the boss, Wang Si, is building the railway.

There is always nothing to refute in history. In a big country with a population of 1.3 billion, it is this group of "little people" who are beginning to step onto the stage of history.
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