After driving little David back to the farm, Zhang Jing temporarily gave up the three-hour drive to the city and planned to go to Fan Simin tomorrow to inquire about Tong Di's recent situation.
Turn to drive an hour northwest of the farm and arrive at Wonderful Winery.
When we arrived, it started to rain lightly in the sky.
If I remember correctly, the last time it rained was in May, but it only drizzled for half a day. For the whole three months of June, July, and August, not a drop of rain fell.
It's late September and it's only raining a little bit today.
In this situation, despite the fact that the farm has 2 reservoirs and 20 artificial wells, the water is barely enough.
The farm covers an area of 5,000 acres and 20 square kilometers. In theory, it can raise more cattle. The reason why it is always maintained at 1,100 cattle is because of local regulations, but it is actually related to limited water resources.
In addition, it is still a dangerous period for wildfires. A single spark can burn a large area, which is very dangerous for farms.
Behind a hillside, Zhang Jing saw a lonely figure sitting on the floor mat, letting the drizzle drenched her body, quietly watching Jennifer's horse eating green grass.
Zhang Jing thinks he loves horses very much. He can sleep with them and spend a lot of time with them.
But compared to Jennifer, she is far inferior. She can spend a lot of time with horses and has a kind of paranoid love.
Zhang Jing walked to Jennifer and sat down, smelling the faint scent of compound perfume wafting from her body, feeling relieved.
Jennifer didn't know that Zhang Jing was coming today, so she rested her head on the man's shoulder, still looking at the horse not far away, looking like the years were peaceful.
However, it turned out that Jennifer was just being serious. She slowly extended her hand to the place where it shouldn't be touched, lowered her head, and then... In short, this was the first time for Zhang Jing to do it in broad daylight, on the grass, and in the drizzle. Have a hearty fight.
After all, he stayed in Xiangjiang for a week, and his palms and backs were full of flesh. He originally planned to stay only one night, but Zhang Jing changed his mind and left after three wonderful days.
Heading to the city and passing by the outskirts of Kanfen Farm, Zhang Jing remembered that Wang Sisi had said before that someone had confessed to her at school, so Zhang Jing called Feilai and asked him to take the champagne-colored bull to the city on a truck.
It's so troublesome. First, Zhang Jinglan doesn't want to drive slowly; second, it saves money and mileage. The road conditions in some places are not so good, and it will be distressing if the paint is chipped.
In comparison, pickup trucks and SVs are comfortable to go out and have high passability, and they are not afraid of the road that has been repaired for another three years.
Regarding the road condition, on the surface it seems to be related to the yamen system, but in the final analysis it is still to blame.
In one sentence, each locality is responsible for its own profits and losses. For example, in Oxnard County, the main source of revenue is property taxes.
The area of the county is equivalent to Longguo City, and they are two completely different concepts. It has no direct management rights over the unit cities and unit cities under its jurisdiction, and does not even have tax control rights in most places.
He is more like a "tinker", managing the roads between "cities" and "cities" within the county area, as well as their unwanted places, including wild parks, lakes, large farms, etc.
"City" is similar to Longguo Community in terms of population and area, and "city" is similar to Longguo Town in terms of population and area. The metaphor is not absolute, and most situations after excluding big cities are.
For example, Kanfan Farm was too remote and large to belong to the nearest city of Carpinteria or Ventura, so it was picked up by the local county government.
Regardless of whether it is a "city", "city" or "county", everyone needs to take care of their own one-third of an acre of land. They use the collected taxes, mainly property taxes and part of the consumption tax, for maintenance, including government operations, public education, public fire protection, and police force. , greening, street lights, and of course road construction, renovation, etc.
When the taxes collected from the "one-third-of-an-acre land" are not enough to maintain operations, the yamen will consider raising taxes, laying off employees, cutting public expenditures, or other methods to generate revenue.
Tax increases are related to votes, and generally yamen will not mess around.
Layoffs happen occasionally because they are mostly employment-based, including employment-based police officers, firefighters, teachers, and civil servants, who can all be laid off.
In reality, whether it is raising taxes or laying off employees, they are the last options, so "characteristic income generation" has become the main option.
A common method is to "raise donations." For example, Tariq, the former police chief, went to the farm to ask for money.
If there are no donations or insufficient donations, they may also sell confiscated illegal weapons and unclaimed property.
Other methods include issuing tickets, checking for speeding, checking for drunk driving, checking for drinking in public places, and fishing for law enforcement. .c
It's really urgent, you can also check the love business.
As for why Citigroup can support such a large army, the main tax sources are: personal income tax and corporate income tax.
Others include: capital gains tax, personal holding company tax, social security tax, accumulated income tax, windfall profits tax, unemployment tax, partial consumption tax, occupational tax, automobile special fuel sales tax, equipment and service tax, seabed mineral extraction tax, Environmental tax, cigarette tax, alcohol tax, inheritance tax and gift tax, stamp duty, customs duties, etc.
Of course, with so many taxes, part of it will eventually be given to states and localities in the form of grants, but it’s not easy to get it.
It’s so hard to make money, how can we afford to build a new road? It would be nice to be alive.
Zhang Jing didn’t expect too much, so he always went out in a pickup truck or SV. Sports cars can only be equipped with X in the city. In most cases, they can’t run at high speeds. Breaking 100km/h in 4 seconds can only be achieved in specific closed places.
Going a step further, Zhang Jing went straight to the Macy's department store on Santa Monica Street. He spent four hundred dollars to buy himself a set of equipment at the Louis Vuitton store.
Pure cotton matte gray trousers, beige light-weight pullover long-sleeved shirt, and a pair of white high-heeled shoes.
Zhang Jingjing is 1.78 meters tall, and wears flat shoes about 1.8 meters tall. The reason why he chooses to increase the height inside is completely forced. Wang Sisi is 1.65 meters tall, but always wears shoes with an inner height increase of 8 to 10 centimeters.
In addition, her thin figure and big eyes made Zhang Jing look very short.
There was still time, so he went to the barber shop. When he left the barber shop, his hair was shining brightly in the sun. He had to apply a lot of styling gel to get the handsome hairstyle he has now.
As if to meet the occasion, Felai had already waited at the door of the barber shop in advance, handing him the champagne-colored bull with a low body and a striking shape.
Not to mention a 18-year-old girl, even an 88-year-old girl can be moved by a handsome guy with a luxury car, and people look at them when they walk by.
"Am I pretending too much?" Zhang Jing asked in a voice that only Feilai could hear.
Feilai looked serious and spoke seriously: "No, the oss is really handsome and stylish."
He took out two hundred meters from his pocket and handed it to Feilai as a tip, and praised: "You are still reliable, Lao Lin actually said before that I was out of pocket."
In the Feilai language competition, Lin Shufan is a martial arts person, not a social person, and does not eat the grains of the world, so he still looks like he is 70 years old. He knocked back the bull with one punch and his jaw dropped.
"I'm going to pretend," Zhang Jing patted Fei Lai on the shoulder and said seriously, "I'm just middle-aged, and there's still a lot of time to find a wife and have a baby."
Watching Zhang Jing get into the car and leave, Feilai sighed in his heart. He would always be moved by Zhang Jing's casual actions or words.
Wang Sisi is taking classes at UCLA, learning how to become a producer and director. The school is just over three kilometers northwest of Macy's Department Store in Santa Monica.
Zhang Jing happened to be in time for school to finish at noon, and waited for Wang Sisi in front of an eight- or nine-story building at the entrance of the School of Film, Television and Drama.
Looking at Zhang Jing, Wang Sisi screamed and rushed over at a trot.
When the accident happened, before Zhang Jing could react, a guy who appeared out of nowhere opened his hands and stood in front of Zhang, intending to hug the cute Wang Sisi.
