In Li Dahe's limited vision, pasting a thousand matchboxes for four yuan was already a great job.
But now Lin Nianhe told him that by just packing the matches and delivering them to the Cooperative Society, ten thousand boxes could earn an extra yuan.
One yuan!
That's equivalent to fifteen or sixteen work points, enough for a child's annual school fees—it's a lot.
Li Dahe couldn't remember how he felt when he hung up the phone; he only remembered that when he relayed the news to Wang Hong and Accountant Zhao, their eyes turned red.
He wiped the corner of his eyes and cleared his throat, trying to maintain the steady aura expected of a brigade leader, and said, "Well, let's not get ahead of ourselves. Let's discuss how to distribute this money among the villagers."
The production team's public account needed funds, like for catching piglets and repairing the village, all dependent on this money.
