Afterwards, some people in the village also went to put the cowhide on their bodies. The cowhide had never been rolled up again, so they felt something was wrong with the way the cowhide was rolled. Bai He said: Are they just livestock?
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With the farmers' association, Laocheng Village began land reform, recording the land area of each household, the number of houses, how many long-term and short-term workers they hired, and how many of the short-term workers were busy workers. Busy work included harvesting crops in spring and autumn, They built houses and courtyards, dug tombs and helped cook at weddings and weddings. Next, count the trees in the mountains and forests in front of and behind the house. The big ones at home are like cows, horses, and donkeys, and the small ones are like pigs, sheep, chickens, and dogs. There are also the main farm tools, bullock carts, plow sticks, columbians, and large pieces of furniture for daily use, such as board cabinets, boxes, square tables, looms, spinning wheels, eight-bucket urns, baskets, and tofu mills. , 饸饹襹子. The land, mountains and trees are clear, and they cannot be escaped or changed. So he first went to each household to register real estate, farm tools and furniture. Ma Sheng then took a long dry tobacco pot. This dry tobacco pot was made when Wang Caidong's father was still alive. It was used as a crutch on weekdays. When I wanted to smoke, I put the mouth of the pot on the mouth and let others light the tobacco in the pot and smoke it one puff at a time. Ma Sheng brought it, and when he came to a house, he pointed at it and shouted: three upper rooms, two side rooms, a kitchen room, a firewood room, a cowshed, and a donkey shed - ---Yo! Shuanlao sat on the small table in the yard and wrote down in a paper notebook: three upper rooms, two side rooms, one kitchen room, one firewood room, one cowshed, and one donkey shed. He wrote incompletely and slowly, making black holes in the paper at every turn. The owner said: This cowshed and donkey shed are separated by a shed. Ma Sheng shouted: A cowshed and a donkey shed---yo! Shuanlao said: "Stop shouting!" The owner said: Does this straw shed count as a house? Ma Sheng said: This cowshed and donkey shed is better than my house, so why doesn’t it count as a house? The owner kicked a pillar in the cowshed with his foot, and one of the pillars was crooked. The thatch on the roof of the cowshed and the donkey shed fell down with a splash. The cow didn't move, and the donkey ran out, kicked the horse with its hind hooves. Ma Sheng scolded me: Damn me! The cowshed and donkey shed collapsed, so that doesn’t count! Shuan Lao drew out the written description of a cowshed and a donkey shed, and saw the donkey running out of the yard and braying loudly in the alley. Ma Sheng continued to shout: One cow, one donkey, one pig, one dog, one oxcart, one plow, one columbine, one rake, rake ---. The master jingly threw the hoe, shovel, sickle, flail, shovel, water pole, basket and rope into the yard. Shuanlao said: These are not registered. Ma Sheng reported the furniture again and called out: one three-compartment cabinet, two single-compartment cabinets, a pair of wooden boxes, four eight-cup urns, a square table, four chairs, a basket, and a loom. , a pair of hanging cages---yo! The owner said: Doesn’t it only register large pieces of furniture? Can a hanging cage be a large piece? Ma Sheng said: A pair of hanging cages does not count, the coffin board has eight pages---yo! Shuan Lao said: "The coffin boards don't count, they are not furniture." Ma Sheng banged the long dry smoke pot on the coffin board and said, "Someone else's coffin board consists of twelve or fourteen pages of small materials, while his family's coffin board has eight pages of pure cypress wood. This is You have to count it! Shuan Lao also wrote: The coffin board is very good, it is made of eight pages of pure cypress wood. After the registration was completed, Ma Sheng told Shuan Lao: "Read it to him." Shuan Lao read it over and asked: Is there anything wrong? The master said: That’s right. But he asked again: Why did you register? Ma Sheng said: Shuanlao, tell him! Shuanlao said: This depends on class composition. The host said: What is class status? Shuanlao said: It means dividing people into various types. The host asked: Who am I? Shuanlao said: The assessment will only be made after the whole village has registered. Ma Sheng asked the owner to put his fingerprints on the paper book and announced that the registered items must not be damaged or transferred, otherwise he would be punished for violating the land reform. The host said: What to discuss? Ma Sheng said: Those who should be paraded will be paraded in the streets, and those who should be jailed will be jailed. There was a wealthy man from Dongbali Village in the county who poisoned eight registered cows to death. He was arrested and shot, and his family had to pay for the gun. Do you understand? The master didn't say that he understood or didn't understand. He immediately knelt on the wall and said: The sky has changed! Like a pile of cow dung.
Although the sun was shining red, the wind blew and the chill penetrated into the bones. After registering the family, both Shuanlao and Ma Sheng were so cold that they had runny noses. Ma Sheng had no socks and was wearing straw sandals on his bare feet. He told Shuan Lao: "Bring those corn beards on the window sill and I'll bind them on my feet." Shuan Lao said: Am I the director or are you the director, and you just keep giving me orders? ! Ma Sheng wiped his nose with his hand and said with a smile: "We two have nothing to do with our dog-skin socks, ah, you are the director, you are the director!" He patted Shuanlao's back and wiped the snot from his nose.
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