Wearing eighty books, the little widow turns into a rich woman

Soon it was the day to pay the public rations, and Lin Lan and Li Xiangyang went to Lexing.

On the road, one after another, I saw members of the commune walking towards the vehicle factory pulling public grain.

There is no wheat growing here in Lexing, and public grain has to be paid twice a year. In the past few years, the spring brigade has handed over rapeseed. Lin Lan and the others only need to pay rice, and next year they will hand over rapeseed.

Part of the harvest in the field must be handed over to the state free of charge. This part of the grain is used to replace the agricultural tax. If the public grain handed over is not enough, it must be paid out of pocket money.

Brother Lin Guoliang was also waiting at home to pay the public grain together. The two of them and Li Xiangyang packed the golden and crunchy grains carefully selected from the baskets into sacks, carried them to the rack cart, and pulled them to the machine road at the door. He Xianghua and Yang Meihua They also pulled the carts and walked towards the stone bridge.

Seeing that they were struggling to pull, Li Xiangyang and Lin Guoliang hurried forward to help push the cart onto the tractor road.

Yang Meihua wiped off her sweat: "Lin Lan, have you picked up the payment slip? Do you have any grains to add to the scale?"

"Bring it on, Guzi is also ready."

Lin Lan took out the payment form, and suddenly remembered that in her previous life, when she got married and went out to do business, she had to pay three payments to the village every year and keep five for overall planning. The village even distributed a payment manual to every household.

The purpose of each fee is also indicated above.

The village retains three items: provident fund, public welfare fund, and management fee.The provident fund is used for basic construction of farmland and water conservancy, afforestation, purchase of productive fixed materials and establishment of collective enterprises.

The public welfare fund is used for the support of the five protections, subsidies for extremely poor households, cooperative medical care and other collective welfare undertakings; the management fee is used for the compensation and management expenses of village cadres.

He Xianghua parked the truck and said with a smile: "The people at the grain station said that there should be no moisture, sand, dry millet, and other impurities. Only bright colors and full grains can be considered qualified public grain."

Lin Guoliang said: "I saw that the requirements for private rations are much stricter than that of the brigade. Yesterday, I poured them out to dry for an afternoon, and the wind picked them up again."

He Xianghua nodded: "I brought someone to notify, everyone should know."

The two families dragged their carts towards the grain station of Lexing Commune.

When we arrived at the grain station, there were already a lot of baskets and sacks;There are still many farmers on the road carrying grain and walking towards this side.

However, everyone who paid the rations had a smile on their faces, and some whispered that if they paid the rations this year, they would be able to cook a meal of white rice for the children.

Lin Guodong looked around: "Didn't you say that the Lexing Commune will be collected first? Why are there so many people?"

He Xianghua smiled and said, "Second Brother Lin, Lexing Commune is much bigger than Dashiqiao Commune."

Lin Guodong thought about it too: "Come early next year."

Li Xiangyang had never paid public rations before, and he never expected to wait in line to deliver the rations, so he said to Lin Lan, "Xiaolan, it's hot, you and sister Meihua go back first, we'll just wait here."

Seeing Li Xiangyang and the other three men, He Xianghua said to Yang Meihua, "You go back, I have Xiangyang and elder brother to help me, there is no need to wait to bask in the sun."

Lin Lan and Yang Meihua had no choice but to nod: "Then let's go back first."

"Go!" Li Xiangyang waved his hands, and after the two left, he said to He Xianghua, "Brother He, let's go in and have a look."

He Xianghua nodded with a smile: "Okay, I'll take you in to see how the public rations are paid!"

The two walked to the weighing scale not far from the warehouse, and He Xianghua said to him: "The first process is inspection and acceptance. The inspector will go to the windmill after passing the rating, and then..."

Li Xiangyang saw those inspectors holding a long steel rod with a groove in the middle with no expression on their faces, inserting it into each grain bag and then pulling it out.

As the steel drill brought out some grain, the inspector squeezed a few grains, put a few grains in his mouth, and bit them, said "second-class grain" and waved for someone to carry them to the windmill.

After reading several companies in a row, no one rated first-class food.

Another family was not released. The inspector said that their millet was not dry enough and that there were many impurities, so he asked him to take it back to dry in the sun.

The family dragged the cart away resentfully.

Hearing that the qualified farmers happily pushed the chicken carts to the tall windmill, the windmill was already full of people.

There are people standing on the windmill pouring the millet into the windmill, and there are people at the exit of the valley and the locust valley below using sacks to pack the grains and locusts blown out of the windmill.

Then it is carried to the scale and weighed, and the staff of the grain station will keep accounts, tare them, and settle accounts.

After getting the list, the farmers will carry the bags of grain into the granary and pour it into the grain depot.

He Xianghua said with a smile: "Today, there are not many grains handed in. If you look at it last year, the grains in the granary are piled as high as the mountains. Everyone has to carry the grains and step on the wooden bridge to get up."

"The people at the grain station just sit outside drinking tea and boasting after the inspection, and they won't help you carry it. It's better to be closer to the city.
He Xianghua sighed: "Yeah, that little thing in my house is not material for studying. Now I'm counting on him to graduate from junior high school and then join the army. There is still a way out when he returns from the army. Otherwise, he will have to dig the dirt for the rest of his life."

"Boys mature late. When he is older, his grades will be better."

"I heard from Meihua that your little Douzi is entering the first grade at the City Primary School this year?"

"Well! After looking for some connections, the teacher said that as long as he passed the exam, he would accept him. I heard that he got double hundred marks in the exam."

"Three-year-old and eighty-year-old, that child likes to read books since he was a child. He can talk about the baby books in my house. The one in my house reads them every day. Let him talk about them, but he still can't explain clearly."

"He wants to be admitted to the police academy every day, and he will become a policeman like Dingbang in the future."

"Kids are like this, they all like to be in the People's Liberation Army and the police." He Xianghua thought about it and smiled, "I still remember when I was a teenager, what I envied most was those who wore military uniforms!"

Li Xiangyang also nodded with a smile. If it wasn't for an accident at home, he, Dingbang, and Dongzi would have joined the army together.If those things hadn't happened, he might not have known Xiaolan...

When the two went back, they saw that the team had already walked a little further in. They came at six o'clock, and it was almost eleven o'clock when it was their turn.

Several people dragged the grain to the inspection place. He Xianghua greeted the inspector with a smile, and handed him cigarettes, "Comrade Wang has worked hard!"

Posted last night, I didn’t expect to have sensitive words, I was locked in a small black room, and I saw it was changed in the morning before I released it!