In the early morning, Yang Xiaojin walked across Anning East Road with a vegetable basket. It was almost summer, but a cooling made Barrier No. 144 seem to be back in the early spring season. A thin fog filled the air and the ground was a little wet.

But today is different from the past. Yang Xiaojin found that he was walking on the street, and pedestrians on the road couldn't help but look at him.

She knew very well why this was, and there were people on the roadside whispering to popularize their identities for those who were unaware of it.

Yang Xiaojin smiled. When others talk about her, I am afraid that the keyword you like to mention is Young Marshal, Young Marshal’s wife.

In the past, she was a terrifying sniper and an extremely independent loner. Now she is quite interesting to think about by someone adding a prefix to her name.

Of course, Ren Xiaosu and Yang Xiaojin knew very well that they were still independent individuals.

However, Yang Xiaojin couldn't laugh soon.

The extraordinary person's physique destined to have a stronger hearing than ordinary people. Although she is not much stronger, she is enough to hear the discussions five meters away.

The people all over the way whispered: "You are all looking at her, who is she?"

Passers-by were a little puzzled. Although this girl with a baseball cap looked very good, she could only see her nose and chin when she passed by, so everyone should not be attracted by beauty, right? That should be because of her special identity.

An informed passerby whispered: "Don't you know who she is? She is the legendary Queen Mother of the West..."

Yang Xiaojin's face suddenly drooped. What a weird nickname. If she had known the culprit of the nickname, she might have taken out a black sniper to attack people...

She didn't expect that she would have endured such a nickname that she shouldn't have endured at a young age.

At this time, passers-by were still saying with relish: "It's a bit tacky to call Mrs. Young Marshal, but Young Marshal will sooner or later replace Commander Zhang to become the king of our Northwest. There is nothing wrong with calling Queen Mother of the West. And you can read the booklet of that extraordinary person. Our Queen Mother of the West is also very powerful in combat."

Yang Xiaojin took a deep breath and headed straight for the vegetable market. She didn't plan to continue listening.

Now in the Northwest Army, Qin Shihuang and the envoy of the altar are nicknamed "All-clearing Envoy", and today I have added the Queen Mother of the West.

When we arrived at the vegetable market, all the stall owners who had greeted him enthusiastically kept silent. It was not that everyone was afraid of Yang Xiaojin or hated her, but that everyone suddenly didn't know how to treat Yang Xiaojin's new identity.

Moreover, everyone had said secretly that Ren Xiaosu had a soft meal, but now it was a bit embarrassing to think about it.

It was not until Yang Xiaojin started buying vegetables as usual that everyone slowly breathed a sigh of relief. Miss Xiaojin was still the same girl Xiaojin.

When buying groceries, several stall owners insisted on delivering food for free, but Yang Xiaojin persuaded him to ask the other party to take the money away.

However, Yang Xiaojin told the stall owners very clearly that they might have to live here for a while. If the stall owners did not charge money, she would probably not dare to come to buy vegetables in the future, and Ren Xiaosu would starve to death by then.

This was what the stall owners said so that they wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, so they had to accept the money for the vegetables.

After she bought the vegetables, she walked out of the vegetable market, and she was so tired that she sweated all over her forehead.

To be honest, ordinary battles are not that difficult.

When she got home, Yang Xiaojin complained for the first time. While putting the key on the shoe cabinet at the door, she said, "I didn't expect that you had such a high reputation in the Northwest and could also let everyone deliver food for free. You haven't stayed in the Northwest for a long time, why do they support you so much?"

Ren Xiaosu laughed happily and said, "Maybe I am a hero who liberated them from the Zong family."

"Tsk tsk, if everyone hadn't known that I was by your side, I'm afraid the matchmaker who introduced you to your wife would have to line up to go out for two miles," said Yang Xiaojin.

In the morning, Wang Fugui, Zhang Xiaoman, Wang Yun and others came to Ren Xiaosu's residence early, and Wang Yuexi suddenly had a meeting with so many big people and began to become very nervous.

Ren Xiaosu told everyone in the living room: "The main topic of today's meeting is to discuss whether the household contract responsibility system is suitable for the northwest."

"That... Young Marshal, please explain to us what the family contract responsibility system is, right?" Wang Fugui said.

Among everyone present, except Zhang Xiaoman, everyone actually had a certain level of knowledge. Even Wang Fugui used to like reading books and newspapers very much.

However, the production system before the catastrophe is a relatively rare thing.

After the gradual rise of the consortium, some things about emancipating the mind and production system naturally became banned books. Some consortiums directly destroyed, while some consortiums hid them and did not open their authority to the people.

Ren Xiaosu also saw this word in a book. The professional books related to it may have been destroyed long ago. This book must have become a fish that missed the net because of the subject matter, otherwise he would not have seen this word.

Wang Yun carefully searched his memory: "I have read the entire Wang family library, and seven of them mentioned the family contract responsibility system. Its core goal is to increase production enthusiasm and make farmers willing to farm instead of being forced to farm. There is a slogan that says it well, that those who make friends with the country, those who leave enough collectives, and those who leave the rest are all their own. The key is that the sentence "The rest is all their own" has a profound temptation for farmers."

Especially in this era, when everyone farms and only works for the consortium, this slogan may become a great power.

Wang Yuexi listened to all this silently. He knew very well how charming this process of "privatisation" was, and how courageous it was to be the first person to do so at the moment when the consortium was united.

Originally, he thought that Ren Xiaosu might start from import and export, or from other perspectives, but he didn't expect that Ren Xiaosu would solve the fundamental institutional problems as soon as he spoke.

Land reform is something that everyone should take with caution when encountering it.

Ren Xiaosu calmly explained: "The problem we are facing now is that the northwest is too free. Everyone can go to business, everyone can go to factories, they can choose to farm or not, but compared with other livelihoods, farming is obviously not attractive enough to them. The reason why the northwest is short of food and natural disasters is one aspect, but man-made disasters cannot be ignored. You can see that there are too many wastelands to be reclaimed in the northwest. Why are they deserted? It is enough to arouse our deep thoughts."

Wang Yuexi whispered: "Everyone here should be very clear about what this system replacement means. Should we discuss with the commander first?"

This land reform is to overturn some existing consortium rules from the root.
Chapter completed!