Taoyuan Mountain Village

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

Because they knew it was a meeting, many elderly people brought small stools and sat outside in groups of three to five. For about half an hour, every household came to represent them, and the village was digging rice eel, which made many people very active. .

After all, how much money I make is my own.

Several brigade cadres moved to the door with a long table, and the village's land division map was also sent out. Lugu Village has an advantage, that is, the fields in the village are all high-quality fields, there is no big gap, there is no three, six, nine, etc. 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 feels speechless is that such a good thing, some stubborn people in the village still think about eating a big pot of rice regardless of land!

After all, you can rely on the brigade to support them. Who is not selfish?

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

"Xiao Ye is back."

"Grandpa Third."

"Xiao Ye is promising."

"Grandma Six."

"Xiao Ye, do we need to divide the land again? Our Lugu Village should follow the policy."

"Grandpa who wants to divide."

Jiang Xiaoye smiled and greeted each other.

Part of the village is the elders. A group of elderly people sat in the first row consciously, and the villagers who followed were all standing with a clear status distinction.

Jiang Xiaoye walked over and looked at the unfolded field map. The work of measuring the field was well done. How many acres of field and how many people were, the households were clearly divided, and even the names were assigned on it.

"Xiao Ye is here."

Zhang Qingyuan smiled and walked over and motioned to the accountant to move a chair.

"No, just stand up and say it, Uncle Zhang, isn't this done?" Jiang Xiaoye gestured to the map of Tian. Every household, how many people, was clearly distinguished.

The elderly and children also have their own fields.

Zhang Qingyuan smiled bitterly and motioned to a group of elderly people on the opposite side: "I disagree."

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

The village is so poor that he still disagrees. If it is really not implemented, Jiang Xiaoye will now make a few thousand yuan to buy a quadrangle courtyard in Zhongjing. How can this rural development compare to his advanced thinking to make money?

After earning more than a dozen sets of courtyard houses, three generations of his 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 Jiang Xiaoye's current thoughts. If he knew, he would definitely not be so calm.

"I called everyone here today. It's the same thing we said yesterday. The county gave us an order to distribute the fields to the households. Now, let Xiao Ye come and talk to you."

"..."

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

But seeing everyone’s eyes converging on him, Jiang Xiaoye was not polite, and walked over and said: "Grandma, grandma, uncles and uncles, today I just want to tell you one thing, which will affect the future of our Lugu Village. ."

Some people whispered from below.

"Don't make any noise, what's the noise?" Zhang Qingyuan yelled, then smiled and motioned to Jiang Xiaoye and said, "Xiao Ye, you are."

Jiang Xiaoye nodded and continued: "Uncle Zhang already told everyone yesterday that it is still this matter that the field is divided into households. Today, the field has also been divided. Our fields in Lugu Village have not been divided into three, six or nine. High-quality rice fields."

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

"Yes!"

"It can't be divided, Xiao Ye, you are still young and don't understand."

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

Before he finished speaking, he interrupted the cup, Jiang Xiaoye also understood why Zhang Qingyuan had such a headache for these old people.

He didn't care what these people said, and immediately said: "Dear elders, listen to me first. Don't interrupt what I say. I'm finished. You still don't want to divide it. Whatever, I don't need money. I will go to the county to fix a TV. The radio can make seventy or eighty yuan a day. I do this for our village, can’t you? I'll finish first!"

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

"Yes, Xiao Ye, speak first!"

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

People who were young and old all spoke up, and immediately attracted a response.

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

When the voice subsided, Zhang Qingyuan looked at Jiang Xiaoye and said, "Xiao Ye, just say, you will be finished if you have anything. These old people in our village are also reasonable and will not interrupt what you have to say."

An old man raised his eyelid below, but said nothing.

It's really inappropriate for them to talk now.

"I'll just say a few minutes. In the entire Ganshan County, many members of Ganshan County have an average ration of three hundred tens of catties per capita, and a per capita income of more than sixty yuan a year. You still envy this because our village is even poorer. For money and work points, farmers flee famine every year and beg everywhere. The severe drought this year will definitely make the brigade harvest less. It’s not my exaggeration. At that time, half of the village will beg for food. Our county belongs to the scope of this time. There is no economy to speak of in the village because of the large amount of food."

Jiang Xiaoye took a picture of the field map behind and continued: "The co-production responsibility system was in place in the spring of 1977. The increase in production was very obvious, the initiative was very high, and the contract to the household was unique and superior. What I said was too cumbersome. I don’t understand, that is to say, these fields are still collectives, and the elites are divided into households.

After a pause, Jiang Xiaoye pointed to the tunnel of his own home: “It’s like this land in my house. This year, I need to pay 1,000 catties of grain. If my family produces 3,000 catties, I only need to pay 1,000 catties of grain. My family keeps 2,000 catties. This is the secretary’s house. If you produce 5,000 catties of grain, you still pay 1,000 catties. If you produce 1100 catties of grain, you also need to pay 1,000 catties. As long as you pay the stipulated, the rest is all your own. You are diligent, hardworking, and reap several thousand catties. Let alone worry about food and clothing for one year, you will not be afraid of being hungry next year. If you continue to work as if you were in the production team, you will not work, **** and skid, and starve to death deserves it. One village has already implemented it, and every household can’t eat enough food. Don’t say much, just ask if you have any questions, and divide if there are no questions!"

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

"Isn't it possible to marry a wife with so many?"

"What about those of us who are too old to walk?"

"Yeah, what should we do?"

There was a discussion below, and the voice grew louder.