Taoyuan Mountain Village

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In Lugu Village, groups of villagers came to the brigade department one after another.

Because they knew it was a meeting, many elderly people brought small stools and sat outside in groups of three or five. For about half an hour, representatives from every household came to the village to dig for eels, which made many people very active. .

After all, how much money you make is yours.

Several cadres from the brigade came to the door with a long table, and the land division map of the village was also sent out. One advantage of Lugu Village is that the fields in the village are all high-quality fields, and there is not much difference. For Jiang Xiaoye, some troubles can be omitted.

If it is divided into three, six, nine, etc., it will be difficult to divide.

But what he felt speechless was that, such a good thing, some stubborn people in the village still think about eating a big pot of rice regardless of the land!

After all, you can rely on the brigade to support them, who has no selfishness?

If it is really divided, their so-called authority will be gone in the future, and they will start to worry about the security of life.

"Xiao Ye is back."

"Three grandpas."

"Xiao Ye is promising."

"Six grandma."

"Xiao Ye, is this going to divide the land again? Our Lugu Village should follow the policy."

"Grandpa to be divided."

Jiang Xiaoye greeted each other with a smile.

Some of the villagers were elders. A group of elders consciously sat in the first row, and the villagers who followed behind were all standing, and their status was clearly distinguished.

Jiang Xiaoye walked over and looked at the unfolded field map. The work of measuring the fields was done very well. The number of acres of land and the number of people were clearly divided into households, even their names.

"Xiao Ye is here."

Zhang Qingyuan came over with a smile and motioned the accountant to move a chair.

"No, just stand and say it, Uncle Zhang, isn't this divided?" Jiang Xiaoye gestured to the map of the field. Every family, how many people, clearly divided them.

The elderly and children also have their own fields.

Zhang Qingyuan smiled bitterly and gestured to a group of old people across from him, "I disagree."

"This must be agreed, Uncle Zhang, come first."

The village is so poor that they don't agree. If it really can't be implemented, Jiang Xiaoye will now make a few thousand yuan to buy a set of courtyard houses in Zhongjing. How can this rural development be compared to his own advanced ideas to make money?

After earning more than a dozen sets of courtyard houses, the three generations of my family will not be short of money in the future. Who will be short of money?

Jiang Xiaoye also made a decision. If the village does not cooperate, he will go to a better place to develop.

Zhang Qingyuan didn't know what Jiang Xiaoye was thinking. If he knew, he would definitely not be so calm.

"I asked everyone to come today. It's what I said yesterday. The county gave us an order to distribute the fields to the households. This, let Xiao Ye come and talk to everyone."

"..."

Seeing Zhang Qingyuan motioning to himself, Jiang Xiaoye didn't understand why he didn't have the courage to say this, so he didn't dare to say more?

But seeing that everyone's eyes were focused on him, Jiang Xiaoye was not polite, walked over and said, "Grandpas and grandparents, uncles and uncles, I just want to tell you one thing today, which will affect the future of our Lugu Village. ."

Some people whispered below.

"Don't make any noise, what's the noise?" Zhang Qingyuan scolded, then smiled and gestured to Jiang Xiaoye: "Xiaoye, tell me."

Jiang Xiaoye nodded and continued: "Yesterday, Uncle Zhang already told everyone that the division of fields to households is still the matter. Today, the fields have also been divided. Our fields in Lugu Village don't have to wait and talk about three, six, nine, and one. Good quality paddy fields.”

"Xiao Ye, this field cannot be divided. If this is divided, will there be a collective in the future?"

"yes!"

"I can't tell, Xiao Ye, you are still young and don't understand."

Several old people spoke up immediately, and then many people followed.

Before he could finish speaking, he interrupted, Jiang Xiaoye understood why Zhang Qingyuan had such a headache for these old people.

He didn't care what these people said, and immediately said: "Elders, listen to me first, don't interrupt what I'm saying, I'm done, you still don't want to share, whatever, I'm not short of money, I'll go to the county to repair a TV I can make seventy or eighty dollars a day on the radio, and I do this for our village, okay? I’ll finish first!”

Someone in the village immediately shouted, "Let Secretary Xiao Ye speak!"

"Yes, Xiao Ye, you say it first!"

"Yeah, let Xiao Ye finish the sentence. Xiao Ye has a TV at home."

Many young people spoke up, which immediately attracted a response.

Zhang Qingyuan immediately patted the table and said, "Quiet and quiet!"

The voice subsided, Zhang Qingyuan looked at Jiang Xiaoye and said, "You can say whatever you want, Xiaoye, and you will finish what you have to say. These old people in our village are also reasonable and won't interrupt what you have to say."

An old man below raised his eyelids, but didn't say anything.

It's really inappropriate for them to talk now.

"I'll just say a few minutes. The per capita ration of many commune members in Ganshan County is 300 or tens of catties, and the per capita income is more than 60 yuan a year. You are also envious of this, because our village is even poorer, and every day is ten cents. Pay and work points. Every year, farmers flee from the famine to beg for food. This year’s severe drought will definitely reduce the harvest of the brigade. I’m not exaggerating. Half of the village will be begging.

Our county belongs to the scope of this visit. The food is largely seen, and the village has no economy at all. "

Jiang Xiaoye took a picture of the field map at the back and continued: "The joint production responsibility system was in place in the spring of 1977. The increase in production is very obvious, and the enthusiasm is very high. It has a unique advantage. I am too cumbersome to say. I don’t understand either, that is to say, these fields are still collectives, divided into elites, and they should pay taxes when they should.”

After a pause, Jiang Xiaoye pointed to the tunnel of his own house: "For example, this place in my family needs to pay 1,000 catties of grain this year. If my family produces 3,000 catties, I just need to pay 1,000 catties of grain. I keep 2,000 catties at home. This is the secretary's house. If you produce 5,000 catties of grain, you still need to pay 1,000 catties. If you produce 1,100 catties of grain, you also need to pay 1,000 catties. You only need to pay the prescribed amount. Not to mention food and clothing for one year, even next year, you will not be afraid of starvation. If you continue to do not work like you are in the production team, cheating and cheating, you deserve to starve to death. One village has already implemented it, and every household can’t eat food. Don't say much, just ask if you have any questions now, if there is no problem, divide it!"

"With so much food, are you still finished?"

"Isn't that enough to marry a wife?"

"What about us old people who can't walk?"

"Yeah, what shall we do?"

The following discussion grew louder and louder.

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