Siheyuan: The strongest point adding system is bound at the beginning

He Yuzhu's remarks today earned the respect of his uncle Yi Zhonghai, but as Director Wang from the Street Office came with his men, He Yuzhu, the destined male protagonist of Courtyard 95, had to quietly leave the scene, holding his sister He Yushui's hand and standing in front of his house.

They gave the middle position in the courtyard to Director Wang, and waited for Director Wang's next instruction with everyone in the courtyard. Among them, the second uncle Liu Hai was the most active, and greeted him with a flattering smile, just like a pug trying to please his master.

Of course, in Director Wang's eyes, Liu Haizhong looked like a traitor, which made her, a staunch proletarian revolutionary, feel disgusted from the bottom of her heart. She didn't treat Liu Haizhong well and didn't even bother to pay any attention to him.

She glanced at the dozens of people gathered in the middle courtyard, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly. In the first few courtyards, except for the first one, she had to ask people to gather in advance, but when she arrived, she had to chat for a while, so she had to organize people to gather first, so that she could carry out the next step of work. Even the previous courtyard, the second to last courtyard today, was the same.

After promoting the policy, she rushed to Compound No. 95 in a hurry. Seeing the sign of Advanced Compound on the door, she swore in her heart that if Compound No. 95 was still the same as the previous ones, then the sign of Advanced Compound this year should be taken down.

I didn't expect that after coming to the Intermediate Court, the efficiency was so good, so even though I hated Liu Haizhong, I didn't show it, let alone scold him. After all, I still need to promote the new policy later.

Then he said to Yi Zhonghai: "Not bad, you are worthy of being selected as the advanced courtyard by our street office. Keep up the good work. Your courtyard will definitely be one of the advanced courtyards this year."

"Next, I will tell you in detail about the new policy on grain rations. All adults with Beijing hukou will have a monthly grain ration of 21 kilograms. Children, regardless of gender, will have a monthly grain ration of 8 kilograms. When they turn 18, they will automatically be given an adult ration of 21 kilograms. The ratio of coarse grains to fine grains in these rations varies. The 8 kilograms for children are all fine grains. For some special workers who do heavy physical labor, the rations will be increased. Fitters like Yi Zhonghai will have a monthly ration of more than 40 kilograms. Your second uncle Liu Haizhong is a section worker, so his grain ration may be a little higher than Yi Zhonghai's."

"Every month, food coupons will be distributed to everyone. Starting from next month, there will be no more private food stores on the streets. Everyone will be happy to use the two coupons in their hands to exchange for food at the food station. The price will be the same throughout Beijing. There will no longer be a problem of one store's food being more expensive than another."

"As for the specific rations of food coupons for some special jobs, the factory where you work has also received a notice. Your factory will tell you the specifics when the time comes. Just be clear about your own affairs. I won't describe them in detail here."

I explained the policy clearly in a few words, but I was afraid that everyone would not understand, so I summarized it in one sentence.

"Finally, let me summarize it for you. People with urban household registration register for grain and are issued grain coupons. With the coupons, they can go to the grain station to buy grain."

"If you have any questions, please let me know and I will answer them on the spot."

Everyone fell silent after hearing this, and no one asked any questions.

For He Yuzhu, Xu Damao and other people who were born and raised in the city, it didn't have much impact. Besides, the national policy had already been issued, and they were just ordinary people, so what else could they do? They could only accept it.

Even He Yuzhu, who had been reborn, was silent at this moment. He knew about this policy and had experienced it personally for decades until he was almost old. However, facing this overwhelming trend, he had no way to deal with it.

The same thing happened to Liu Ping'an, who had traveled through time. He knew it clearly, but when the words came to his lips, he could not say anything. Under the wheel of history, everyone could only be swept forward.

Just like the Yangtze River flowing to the sea, it flows towards the sea neither fast nor slow. Although the Yangtze River flows slowly, it will always flow to the sea. However, in this torrent of history, how many people can go against the current and sail against the waves? Leave their immortal achievements in the history books; or show their revenge; or live a carefree life?

Well, I've gone off topic. Seeing that everyone was silent, Jia Zhang was the first to burst out in silence and asked, "Director Wang, my son Jia Dongxu works in a steel mill. Can we transfer to a city hukou? Also, my daughter-in-law and I still have land in the countryside. If we transfer to a city hukou, can we still farm the land in our hometown?"

Upon hearing this, Director Wang shook his head at Jia Zhang and said, "According to current national regulations, only rural residents can be allocated land to farm. According to the requirements, your family can now transfer to urban residents to receive a certain amount of land, but after transferring to urban residents, the land in your rural hometown must be handed over."

"To put it simply, you can only choose one between the rural land and the urban household quota."

"Your family should think about this carefully. The urban population registration must be completed by the end of this month. According to the distribution quota, if you want to transfer, you are eligible for the urban household registration. If you want to transfer, I will register you now, and I will report your household registration after I return. However, I will also write to your hometown to take back the rural land."

Hearing this, Jia Zhang thought about the cart of grain she had just brought back in the morning, which was more than 1000 kilograms of high-quality wheat, and there would be another cart of corn after the fall. She also thought about the 21 kilograms of grain ration she and Qin Huairu would receive per month after they transferred to urban household registration. The two of them would not have as much grain as the cart of grain they brought back this morning in the whole year, not to mention the another cart of corn after the fall.

So she decided with her uneducated and not-so-bright brain to reject Director Wang's proposal to transfer her household registration to the city.

He immediately said: "We don't want to change our urban household registration, we want the land in our hometown."

After saying this, she inadvertently glanced at Liu Ping'an who was sitting next to Xu Damao. The anger in her heart was flashing into her eyes. This kid actually dared to talk back to me just now, and even asked three uncles to witness that he had cut off ties with our Jia family. Now I'm going to teach you a lesson, you unemployed outsider.

Then he said to Director Wang, "If there are vagrants like Liu Ping'an who don't have a city hukou and don't have any rural land, how should the subdistrict office deal with them?"