Lin Gao Qiming

Chapter 751 Returning Home ([-])

As soon as Fu Fu arrived on the platform, someone begged him to read the train number and station on the wooden sign.Fu Fu read it out one by one, and received many thanks and envious looks.Embarrass him a little.

One of the advantages of serving in the army is that Fu Fu has passed the C-level diploma exam, and it is not difficult to read pamphlets and newspapers.In the past, Fu Fu didn't think that being able to read was of any use, but after joining the army, he realized that those who could not read could not even read the basic soldier's handbook, and couldn't understand the maps and instructions on the blackboard during training.He had to ask others for advice on all kinds of orders and announcements issued by the company, as well as notices from the Soldiers Committee to settle food expenses. There is.Fu Fu attended the night school literacy class and quickly passed the written proficiency test, but it took him a lot of effort to pass the C-level diploma exam-Fu Fu is not good at mathematics, most of the indigenous people have no mathematical concepts, and many people I can't even tell my own age, and I can't even talk about the concept of time.Therefore, the mathematics level of the Type C diploma generally only stays at the most basic understanding of numbers, can read calendars and clocks, and can master addition, subtraction, multiplication and division within 100.

Because the watch industry has not yet mass-produced, the public timing of Lingao still relies on the traditional sound timekeeping.A wired broadcast was used where there was a tweeter to tell the time, and where there was not a factory siren was used to tell the time.As an important transportation hub, Ma Niao Interchange Station has installed a cable broadcasting system.In addition to telling the time, it also has the function of educating and publicizing the people waiting for the bus.

At this time, the tweeter was chattering about "the spirit of the autumn taxation work conference". The villagers were able to understand Newspeak more or less because of the daily cable broadcasting. They were talking about the collection of autumn Fu, and everyone was listening attentively.

Fu Fu has no land himself, so he doesn't care how much tax Fu Buer pays.He sat on the wooden bench and thought about the itinerary, and bought some extra gifts for everyone after he arrived in Dongmen City.Although he doesn't have deep feelings for Fu Buer and his wife, he is no longer Fu Buer's "domestic servant" - Fu Fu, according to the "About Soldiers Before Enlisting in the Army" jointly issued by the Political Department of the General Staff and the People's Committee of Civil Affairs "Personal Civil Status Handling Measures" has gone through the procedures of "withdrawal from nationality".However, the Fu family can be regarded as a "family" of their own anyway.

Just as he was thinking about it, someone suddenly patted him on the shoulder. Fu Fu was taken aback. He turned his head and saw that he was a middle-aged man, wearing a black hat, local blue cloth pleats, and Clear water cloth socks, blue cloth shoes, and a cloth "girdle" on the shoulders.Like a small landlord or a small businessman.

"Deputy Lord," the middle-aged man said in a low voice, "Since you are working for the chiefs, you can understand what they are talking about, right?"

"I understand." Fu Fu nodded.All orders in the army, whether spoken or written, are in Newspeak, and it is impossible to understand them.The elders are not interested in setting up a dialect model display area in their ruling area.

"Please tell me, what is this chatterbox talking about?" the middle-aged man begged, "I can't understand Newspeak, everyone says it's about this year's collection of autumn gifts..."

"Helping others is fun" and "military and civilian family" are concepts that are often instilled in soldiers in military education. Of course, Fu Fu has been instilled in his mind. If the masses have problems, of course he has to help.

The content of the file in the broadcast is played in a rolling manner, and it will be played again after playing a piece of music.It's a pity that there are too many Newspeak words that I don't understand.Fortunately, in the past few days, the army has specially organized officers and soldiers to study the new tax system. Wei Aiwen hopes that the soldiers can act as voluntary propagandists and explainers when they go back to visit their relatives.

"It's true in this chatter box that this year's autumn tax is calculated according to the number of acres of land—" Fu Fubi tried to explain what he could understand.The new agricultural tax is calculated based on the standard number of acres of property owned by each household determined when the field was measured last year, and weighted by the fertile state of the field.The overall concept is progressive.According to the amount and fertility of the land, the agricultural tax in the county is divided into five levels.The more fertile the land, the higher the tax rate.

"This isn't killing the rich..." The middle-aged man blurted out, and immediately realized that this person was "a public good", he was taken aback, and swallowed half of what he said.He looked at Fu Fu in horror.

Fu Fu knew that according to the regulations in the "Military Handbook", it is also an important task to publicize the government's policies to the people, not to mention that they have studied the documents and have a somewhat understanding of the intentions of the chiefs.

"Look at your old appearance, you are a grain householder?" Fu Fu said.

"There are so many acres of land at home." The middle-aged man's face became more and more uneasy, "I don't live well..."

"Don't cry about being poor when you're old." Fu Fu felt a little funny, as if he was about to blackmail him, "Even if you are in the highest rank, you only draw one out of ten, how much burden can you have? Australians collect taxes, and they don’t have “floating income”, and they don’t need “additional grants”, and they don’t need to spend money on straw sandals to send food to the countryside. .The local government will also come to "encourage fundraising" and "benevolent granaries". Now you just need to pay a regular tax and you're done. Do the math yourself, should you pay more or less than in the past?"

The middle-aged man nodded thoughtfully: "Your brother is right."

"Besides, the taxes collected by the chief are still used on our common people. You see, the road is flat and smooth, and there is this cattle station. In the past, the government took money from everyone every year, and everyone went out. There is no decent road, and everyone needs to join forces to build a wooden bridge. Isn’t this the difference between heaven and earth.”

These words were said by the chiefs during political studies on weekdays.Fu Fu felt that it was reasonable and convinced people after listening to it, so he simply took it out and learned it and sold it now.

Ordinary rural people are mostly taciturn, even small and medium-sized landlords are no exception. Of course, he is speechless when he says this, and the whole article is his reasoning.Although I feel a bit unwilling to pay more taxes if I have more land, the original complaints seem to be "unreasonable".Rural people do not have deep thinking ability, but they can see clearly about interests.Comparing the past with the present, Fu Fu immediately let him see who harmed his interests more and who benefited him more.

"The ox cart to Bopu is about to start at 12:30." As an indigenous staff member shouted on the platform with a large iron horn, another staff member came over and flipped a special long pole hanging on the truss The flop-style number plate on the board shows the arrival location and departure time in turn.

Fu Fu hurriedly picked up his backpack and queued up to get on the bus - the army had taught him enough discipline, but the aspect of spiritual civilization had obviously not penetrated into the civilian population.So Fu Fu became a good role model for the transfer station staff.

"Look at the soldiers of the Fubo Army. They are all queuing up consciously. They are all elderly—you should set an example for young people." The native staff are generally well-trained in eloquence. In addition, the rattan sticks in their hands were very convincing, and order returned to normal after a while.

The four-wheeled bullock cart looks heavy, but in fact the mass of the body itself is not large - this is due to the extensive use of steel components, which greatly reduces the weight while ensuring the structural strength.There are three seats in a row in the car, a total of 6 rows, which can seat 18 people, plus one seat next to the driver and driver. The total passenger capacity is 20 people, and things like luggage are hung by suspension. outside the car.Four bulls act as traction.

"Brother, sit next to me." Si Cheng patted the wooden seat next to him.

"Thanks." Fu Fu threw his toilet bag into the car, and got on the car.The driver's seat is at the front of the car, and the view is very good.The driver was a man in his 30s, wearing gray cloth "overalls" with two pockets, and a cloth ticket with the words "road passenger transport" sewn on his chest.This is the uniform style of dress for all "eat public meals",
The driver took out a pack of cigarettes: "Have a smoke, little brother?"

"No." Fu Fu speculated, he was not used to this kind of choking stuff, "You smoke it."

The driver lit one for himself.The driver cracked his whip.As soon as the bullock cart started, everyone rushed forward, Fu Fu quickly stabilized his body and grabbed the handrail.

"Brother, are you going back for vacation?"

"Yes, back on vacation. We just came back from the front."

"It's a good thing to come back safe and sound." Si Cheng puffed out a puff of smoke, "Did the battle go hard?"

"Just patrolling and suppressing bandits. I just walked and climbed mountains. I didn't see much of the officers and soldiers—they were all scared by the cannons."

The driver looked at his uniform: "What does the I on your collar badge mean?"

"It's the 1st Battalion Infantry."

"Oh, our meeting was still called the security team."

"When I joined the army, it was also called the security regiment. When the dispatcher was sent to our village, I was the one to go." Fu Fu said, "Brother, have you ever been a soldier?"

"I used to," Si Cheng nodded, "I was injured and retired." He swung his leg, "I lost a foot when I suppressed bandits in the county."

Fu Fu looked down and saw a wooden leg protruding from under his trousers, and saw the red first-class war wound ribbon nailed to the sleeve of his overalls, he couldn't help being awed.

"It turned out to be senior." Fu Fu said, "Why don't you wear a medal..." Fu Fu also participated in the battle against bandits in Lingao and won a commemorative medal for the peace of Lingao.

"Wearing that thing can't replace my legs." Si Cheng took a puff of smoke, "But if the bandits are killed, all the people in the county will benefit, and it can be regarded as doing good deeds, so I will admit it."

(End of this chapter)