dream village

The tigers around Zhang Tao also shouted one by one.

"What kind of imperial grain and national tax! It's just a waste of those corrupt officials!" Huzi said angrily.

"When the grain harvest is good, the government says it's troublesome to pay the grain, so just pay the money. When the grain harvest is not harvested, they are forced to pay the grain. These officials really treat us people like monkeys." Long Gu complained.

"That's right! The government keeps saying that grain is collected at a protective price, but why do grain dealers charge [-] cents more to collect grain? Is this protecting us or corrupt officials?" Gong Yong also complained.

"You know what a fart, they are so tossing and tossing, don't they want to profit from the price of food? The trick here is too tricky, just the difference in food prices makes those officials rich It's oily. Who among these dog officials would consider the suffering of the common people?" Monkey said disdainfully.

"Pay public rations, pay public rations, my stomach is still not full, and I have to feed those white-eyed wolves who are not familiar with them. One mu of land has paid public rations, and besides those miscellaneous inputs, it is basically a waste of work. Still I have to bear the allowances and apportionments. This year’s township overall planning and village allowances are much more than last year, reaching more than 30. How will I live in the future? What else can I grow in this field? It’s better to leave it abandoned like other villages, and go out to work by yourself.” Gong Yong said angrily.

"Last year, I was in a disaster and bought food for a whole year, and I owed a lot of debt. This year's harvest is better and I can pay back some debts. Once the public grain and those taxes and fees are paid, the granary at home will be empty, and I can only live with my neck tight. It seems that the burden of our descendants to buy rice at the Bajiao market will be left behind forever!" Hong Cai, an old man smoking choking tobacco, said while shaking his head and sighing as he walked away.

"..." Some old farmers also joined the conversation with sad faces.

The words of the folks and the cruel reality made Zhang Tao, who was in a good mood, suddenly feel a biting cold and uncomfortable as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.His thoughts fluttered again, and some memory fragments of paying public rations flashed before his eyes.yes!When will the hardships of the common people end?

Paying public grain is a heavy shackle that has been put on farmers for thousands of years, and it has firmly locked the tragic fate of farmers with the land.From the old society to the new society, farmers picked up kitchen knives and poles to make a revolution, overthrew the three mountains that were pressing on their heads, and got the land, which can be regarded as the realization of "land to the tiller".But actually? "Land to the tiller" is only in honor, and the ownership of the land belongs to the whole people, that is, the state.The cultivator only has the right to use the land, that is, the land allocated to the farmers is only responsible for farming, and they must pay taxes to the government, which is what farmers call public grain.In a certain sense, the government is the big landlord, the staff are the servants or minions of the rent collectors, and the common people are the tenants.

Farmers turned over and became masters, naturally they should be grateful to the party and the government.80. Before the [-]s, the common people were very enthusiastic about paying public grain!Whether there is food in the family is another matter. What every ordinary person thinks is that it is only right and proper to plant the land and pay for food. No matter how difficult it is, the imperial food must be paid.Paying public grain every year is the top priority of every household.As soon as the rice comes ashore, it is dried in the sun, cleaned of sundries, and the rice with bright color and full grains is selected and handed over to the state.

Before the implementation of the household contract responsibility system, every time the public grain was handed over, the production team organized manpower, usually young and middle-aged laborers and women with good hands and feet. The laborers usually carried sacks, and the women went to sieve and load the grain, and then unified Send to the grain depot.

In the early 80s, the clarion call of reform and opening up sounded in the motherland, and the household contract responsibility system was gradually promoted in rural areas. prosperity.The delivery of public grain was also changed to sending it to the grain depot one by one.

There are not enough farmland in Xiachong, even if the public rations are not paid, there is not enough to eat.Every time I go to the Basho Market, the road is filled with folks carrying all kinds of special products on their shoulders to exchange rice at the market.In Zhang Tao's memory, his whole family worked hard for a year, far from earning enough food rations.He almost grew up eating sweet potato rice and radish rice.In the years of junior high school and high school, I also survived by carrying some miscellaneous grains from home with my trousers belted.As for pure rice, it can only be eaten during festivals or when entertaining guests.

Despite this, Zhang Tao's family has never defaulted on public grain.His father is a private teacher in the village, and his consciousness is relatively high.He often warned his family: "Paying the imperial grain and national tax is a rule left over from ancient times. If we don't pay it, what will the city people eat?"

When I was young, I was very happy to go to pay public food with my parents, because paying public food can go out of the village to play in lively places, and at the same time, I can eat good things that I can’t eat at home.

On the day of handing over the public rations, before dawn, Zhang Tao's family had to get up early.Zhang Tao's family's mission food is about 300 catties, and his parents each carry more than 100 catties, and Zhang Tao picks up the remaining dozens of catties.The younger sister, Mengfang, looks after the house, and the older sister, Mengxue, makes soy sauce.

It is about 20 miles from Xiachong to Aoshan Grain Depot, and it takes more than two hours to walk.From home to Gaotang is a narrow and bumpy road, and it is dark to drive, which takes the most time and effort.There is a wide road from Gaotang to Aoshan, and the sky is also bright at this time.The depressed mood of Zhang Tao's food delivery team was also swept away, and the walking pace was much easier.

When we arrived at the grain depot, our clothes were already soaked with sweat, and our whole body was almost crushed by the shoulder pole.However, now is not the time to catch your breath, you have to hurry up and line up, hand in the grain smoothly, and get the note from the grain depot before you are done.

Although Zhang Tao's family hastened early, there are still many people who were earlier than them.The food delivery line was very long, with many people, including people from the same village and neighboring villages, shirtless and dark-skinned uncles, aunts with crisp and clear voices, and some dolls who might come to guard the bags.

The grain station ushered in the busiest time of the year.The concrete floor of the grain station is full of colorful bags.While waiting patiently for the inspection by the inspector, everyone chatted enthusiastically with people they knew or didn't know. Some talked loudly about this year's grain harvest, some scolded the grain station for being too dark, and some talked about their parents' troubles.

But at this time, those who eat public meals at the grain station are often still asleep.They have strict work and rest schedules, and commute to and from get off work on time.Of course, we can’t blame them all for this matter. Your government doesn’t have any hard and fast regulations, and you haven’t arranged overtime pay. How can they be so active?By the time they dragged their feet to bed and breakfast, the people who came the earliest had waited almost four hours.