After eating their noodles, Wu Jiafu and his two companions sat in the courtyard with Lin Changyou, enjoying the cool air and chatting.
They heard that after the household responsibility system was implemented here, one mu of land could yield seven to eight hundred jin. After handing over two hundred-some jin per mu for the public grain levy, the rest of the grain was their own.
The three of them all agreed the household responsibility system was a good thing. The work was only tiring for a few days, and during the off-season, they could do other things. At the very least, they'd have enough grain left over to eat white rice at every meal.
When Wu Jiafu heard Lin Changyou say that Wu Shufang's family was also here, he looked at him in surprise. "They're all here? Since when?"
