1983: From Land Sharing to Household Ownership

"Brother! This kebab is delicious."

"That's right, we'll have a barbecue from time to time when we're free at home."

The twin girls, their mouths full of oil, praised in unison.

In less than 20 minutes, the four brothers and sisters ate the two big packets of skewers, and they were still not satisfied.

The big yellow dog, A Cai, and Wan Ling also fed him a few skewers of barbecued meat, all without peppers.

However, with the amount of food it eats now, it's just enjoying it.

"It's easy. After I come to the city in two days, I'll go to the blacksmith's shop to order a set of kitchen utensils for skewers, and we'll eat what we want in the future."

Wang Qiang also felt that it was necessary to further improve the diet structure of the family, so that his small life would be more comfortable.

The four brothers and sisters got up immediately and went to the nearby faucet to clean it. It was already around twelve o'clock noon.

Everyone was discussing where to go to watch the excitement. There was a sudden commotion in the crowd not far away.

The four siblings were a little stunned and looked up quickly.

I saw a small stall selling herbal tea not far away, like a dispute broke out.

A few young people who were sloppy and sluggish were smashing the herbal tea booth.

A middle-aged woman with a little girl was knocked to the ground, while protecting the little girl beside her with a terrified expression, she pleaded bitterly.

Wang Qiang looked at it intently, suddenly stunned, and said softly, "Auntie Lin?"

This woman is a family member of a bus station employee. Because her husband died in a car accident early, she led a lonely life with a little girl she picked up.

The misery of his life is not inferior to that of Wang Qiang before he got the golden finger.

The reason why Wang Qiang knew this woman was because she was the first good person he met without asking for anything in the memory of later generations.

In the memory of later generations, he did not get the golden finger. After being severely injured by Lin Gaoxian, he was in bed for more than half a year.

After recovering his body, not only did he miss the spring ploughing this year, but the tea trees in the back mountain were also dug up by the villagers, and he could not even pay for the public food.

The wasteland and barren hills that his family divides the land into, because they are not fertile land or land that has been reclaimed for wasteland, do not need to pay real grain as a deduction for the public grain payment.

But this year, his family also needs to pay the valuation of wasteland and barren mountains, which is equivalent to 860 yuan.

In this day and age, there is no sympathy for paying public food, and it is as much as it should be.

Even if Wang Qiang's family in the memory of later generations missed the spring plowing and harvested no grains in the summer, there was no income, and they had to pay the 860 yuan after the discount for public grain.

Wang Qiang's family has a lot of barren hills and fields, and the village committee's discount is not too much.

Because if there is good farmland, here in the tea city, one hundred catties of dry rice will be paid per mu of farmland this year.

Eighty acres is eight thousand catties, and each catty is converted into 15 cents. The village committee will notify and register it in the public grain book. The public grain payment that needs to be paid in that year is 1,200 yuan.

It means that this year, it is necessary to pay 1,200 yuan worth of dry rice to complete the task.

Moreover, the payment items registered in each public grain book are not only public grains, each household also needs to pay some other fees every year, and there are dozens of pieces of money.

However, because Wang Qiang's family was not allocated fertile land, but was a wasteland and barren hills, and there was no need to pay for dry rice, the village committee added up the public grain payment and all other expenses that his family needed to pay, and the discount was 860 yuan. This year must be paid.

If you want to default, you can't afford the consequences.

Moreover, from 1984 until 2006, every year the village committee of Jiangbei Village will notify and register the amount of public grain payment that each household needs to pay on the public grain booklet distributed to each household.

The dry rice you have to pay in that year must be enough to cover the amount of public grain registered in your family’s public grain book, as well as some other expenses, in order to be able to complete your family’s tasks for that year.

The public grain book here in the tea city is not registered by the weight of the grain, but the amount of public grain and other miscellaneous expenses that year is the record standard.

After the tea city is divided into households, in the next 22 years, before the abolition of the agricultural tax in 2006, if you sell your own agricultural products, you will have to pay the agricultural surcharge.

Wang Qiang, in the memory of later generations, owed 860 yuan for public food just after his injury, and he almost fainted!

This was also the main reason why he had to clean up Lin Gaoxian on the same day after he had just obtained the golden finger a few months ago.

Because of this dog thing, the family in the memory of later generations was really hurt so badly by him!

Nima's! Eight hundred and sixty yuan in 1984!

It is enough to buy land and build a house in the tea city!

In the memory of later generations, he had no golden fingers, so he had to go to the city to find opportunities to make a fortune, in order to fill this big hole as soon as possible.

As a result, I was lucky enough to meet Auntie Lin, who specializes in selling herbal tea in the city.

Auntie Lin heard Wang Qiang talk about the family's predicament, and felt sorry for the little guy who brought his three sisters out to find work, so she taught them how to make herbal tea to sell.

The nimble Wanjun also suggested that her family should not only sell herbal tea in the city, but also sell popsicles and soft drinks.

Don't underestimate these small businesses. In this day and age, it is common to earn ten or twenty dollars a day!

The lucky Wang Qiang's family, after meeting the kind-hearted Aunt Lin, collected the public food funds in just one summer, and the relevant departments did not order the village to take back their own fields and forests.

To put it bluntly, Aunt Lin in the memory of later generations is his family's savior!

He originally wanted to go to the place where he met Auntie Lin in the memory of later generations and find her to repay his life-saving grace this summer.

Unexpectedly, Auntie Lin started selling herbal tea on May Day, and she even came to this newly built central square.

Also, in his later memory, the tea city has not started to build the central square in recent years, so Aunt Lin did not come here to sell herbal tea today, and naturally did not encounter this disaster.

The butterfly effect that she has brought now has led to a huge change in Auntie Lin's fate in the memory of later generations.

Now that it is difficult to see Aunt Lin, how can Wang Qiang still sit still?

"court death!"

He looked at several social scumbags who kept smashing Auntie Lin's stall, and he was instantly furious!

Especially when I saw Aunt Lin, who was beaten with blood on the forehead, she was so angry that her lungs would explode!

This is his only savior in his later memory!

How dare these dog things dare to do such a poisonous hand!

With a loud shout, he quickly picked up a few rubble from the side, and waved his hands like lightning!

"Bang!"

"Bang!"...

After a few muffled noises, the four youths were scoundrels, each of whom was struck by a rock that struck quickly, instantly breaking the bones of one wrist!

"what!"

"Hey! It hurts!"

"It hurts to death!"

"My hand is broken!"

The four bastards all rolled on the ground and wailed in pain.

"A Cai, look at Wanjun and the others here!"

Wang Qiang shouted to the big yellow dog A Cai.

After cleaning up these guys, Wang Qiang walked quickly to the scene.

"Aunt Lin! Are you okay?"

He quickly helped Auntie Lin, who was on the ground in panic, and said to her, "My name is Wang Qiang, and I'm from Jiangbei Village."

"I bought your herbal tea in the morning, you may have forgotten."

He hasn't met Auntie Lin yet, so he has to find a reasonable excuse.

"You... your name is Wang Qiang, from Jiangbei Village?"

When Auntie Lin saw that someone came forward, she cleaned up the gangsters who didn't pay for tea, but smashed her own stall. How did she not know that she had met a noble to help?

"Thank you!"

The wound on Auntie Lin's forehead was not big. It was hit by the other party with a teacup. The blood stopped for a while, and she quickly thanked Wang Qiang who was supporting her.

He is dedicated to doing good, and he has never done anything wrong, and now he finally has a good reward.

If I hadn't met this kind young man, I wouldn't be able to explain why today. Not only was he beaten, but he was also smashed into a stall.

"Auntie Lin, you wait first."

Wang Qiang said to Aunt Lin, turned around and walked over to the gangsters who were still mourning on the ground, raised their big feet and kicked them violently.

The force he used was so well controlled that it didn't knock them out, and when they landed, they just folded together again.

And, he kicked the wound in their right hand where they had just broken a bone.

This time, he hated so much in his heart that he directly kicked their bones and muscles off!

There is no doubt that these dog things, the right hand will be completely abolished from now on.

If it wasn't for everyone's eyes, Wang Qiang would never let them go so easily.