"Your family has planted more than 200 acres of land, and you are a grain farmer. How can you not even raise the bride price for your wife?" Yun Suji found it incredible. "Le Wen" Novel
"There is no food left in any grain household." Bai Puting smiled, with mixed emotions in his smile, "The bride price here is too expensive. A woman can bear five or six cows, tsk tsk..."
"The bride price is so expensive?!" Yun Suji only knew that the bride price was very high now, but he didn't expect it to be this high. It often takes farmers one or two years of frugality to tie up a large animal. Marrying a wife requires five or six cows, which for most people simply eliminates the possibility of marrying a wife.
He knew that in the past, because there were more men than women in Lingao, the bride price had always been high. In addition to importing labor, the engine plan also takes into account balancing the gender ratio.
Judging from statistics from the Civil Affairs Bureau, the gender ratio in Hainan has indeed improved. Although there are still more men than women, at least the disparity is no longer so great. But when we go to the grassroots level, we see that the phenomenon of bride price is getting worse. He noticed that the improvement in living conditions brought about by the resumption of production has not suppressed the price of bride price, but has continued to rise. Yun Suji knew that in the past, marrying a daughter-in-law was just a matter of "having something or not". Now that life is stable and land is available, marrying a daughter-in-law also means that the family has an extra labor force, which is of great benefit to family production. For families who marry a daughter, Said, the loss is double. No wonder the price of bride price is so high.
"Chief, I'm not afraid of your jokes. Nowadays, everyone says it's useless to just raise a son. You have to give birth to a girl." A group leader next to him interjected with a sorry smile. "Otherwise I won't even be able to afford a wife!"
"What's so funny about this? Boys and girls are the same." Yun Suji said. "If you just want to raise a son, where can you get a wife? Why don't you point to someone else's family to give birth to you and raise it for you? Last time, the county sentenced a man who drowned a baby girl. He even said that his daughter was useless and a loser. He drowned her cleanly. . I said that my daughter is a loser. Where did you get such a loser? Your mother. Isn’t your grandma a loser? Why did she not drown to death and give birth to a loser like you? He has nothing to say. "
The group leaders all laughed a few times.
Yun Suji asked Fan Twelve again. "How many bachelors are there in your village?"
Fan Twelve was stunned at this. There were too many ledgers and statistical tables with various names issued by the county, which made him feel upset. He always asked Han Daoguo to fill them in casually and hand them in to deal with the errands. But even so, there seems to be no account specifically counting bachelors.
He thought for a long time, tried his best to go through all the men in the village who did not have wives, and said vaguely: "There are many people who don't have wives, and some of them have dead wives..."
Yun Suji also felt that his questions were not rigorous enough. He changed his tune and said, "Let's just talk about all the laborers in your village. How many of them are without wives?"
"That's quite a lot. Even the wife who died is a small one."
"More than half of the people don't have wives." Yun Suji thought to himself that this number is not small. Men don't have wives. But it’s a social problem! And rural areas are different from cities. In towns, they solve the sexual needs of male workers by issuing yellow tickets and attracting prostitutes to do business, which can solve certain problems. However, in rural areas, marrying a wife is not only a solution to sexual problems. There is also the need to organize domestic labor.
Yun Suji asked Bai Puting how the production was going, and what difficulties and opinions he had.
Seeing that the chief was very polite and approachable, Bai Puting became much more courageous. He hesitated and said: "Chief, I just don't understand the imperial rations of the Senate. Don't be offended if I tell you..."
"Oh? Let's see what you say." Yun Suji suddenly became interested. Currently in Hainan New District, after completing the re-measurement of the fields, the past collection model has been completely abolished and changed to a progressive tax system. This new tax system is very popular with the public because the burden is clear.
"Little one, I...I..." Bai Puting suddenly felt that he had said the wrong thing. Since ancient times, the national tax on imperial grains has been set by the emperor's court. He, a small commoner, said "I don't understand" and made a "wild argument". "Government" is incredible!
Yun Suji said: "Hey, since you have an opinion, just mention it. I will never blame you."
Bai Puting bravely said: "This... chief... the more land there is, the higher the tax rate. Isn't it a bit inappropriate?"
Yun Suji asked: "Why is this inappropriate?"
Bai Puting swallowed and said: "Chief, I actually want to cultivate more land. It's not a problem to cultivate five or six hundred acres. I also want to take a loan to buy a large farm like the Tiandi Hui mechanical farming team." Guys, tie up a few more oxen. You can cultivate the land quickly, accumulate a lot of fertilizer, and don’t use manpower. Leader Wan of the Tiandihui also said that more land will be cultivated and there will be more supportive policies. But the more this land is planted, The heavier the tax, I will calculate it, and it won’t matter if I plant more varieties..."
When he said this, several group leaders all resonated:
“This progressive system makes hardworking people poor and lazy people cheap!”
"There are some families with little land and few people who don't care much after planting the rice. Anyway, they don't have to pay much tax after harvesting the rice. It's enough for their family to chew the grain. We dig around and collect the accumulated manure from the grass, which is tiring. You have worked so hard to cultivate the land, but you have to pay several times the tax!"
"If we ask them to do more work, they will have to go against Tianqu. If they don't work hard, they can sleep at home!"
Fan Twelve became anxious upon hearing this. He was going to keep this labor matter a secret, but he didn't expect that the brainless team leader would directly leak it out.
Fortunately, Chief Yun did not delve into it. He knew that there was something fishy about the distribution of labor here. He then asked several other group leaders about their production and living conditions, and found that most of them came from families with plenty of land, strong labor force, and good production conditions. The buttocks sit in a different place than ordinary villagers.
These people were all proletarians when they arrived in Hainan, and they relied on the Senate for food and clothing. However, in more than two years, there has been a polarization between rich and poor. The consciousness of small farmers and the thinking of landlords are all coming out - Yun Suji secretly lamented that it seems that the "large-scale intensive farms" proposed by the Government Affairs Council are very necessary.
He asked some other questions and felt that it was enough, so he said: "Go and see the needy households in your village."
Fan Twelve hurriedly agreed. Yun Suji came out and saw that the young man who had just hit Lao Meng's head was hiding behind him. He had already known from the cadre list that this was Liu Yuanhu, the village militia captain and security committee member, and shouted: " Liu Yuanhu! What are you hiding from? I'm not a tiger. Besides, I am a tiger and I won't eat a tiger like you."
Liu Yuanhu's face turned red with embarrassment, and he had no choice but to come back and mumble, "The chief is laughing."
Yun Suji looked Liu Yuanhu up and down and saw that he was in his early twenties, with broad shoulders and dark skin. He looked like a strong farmer. He has the energy of a young man, unlike an old cunning guy like Fan Twelve. If you train him well, he will be a good cadre.
Even Fan Twelve and Han Daoguo, he didn't think they were unbearable. As a village cadre, Fan Twelve is very capable, and he can be said to have a firm stance on the Senate's major policies and strong execution. Although Han Daoguo is inevitably mischievous, it is remarkable that these ledger data can be kept in order. .
"I think you are a very capable person, but your methods are too crude. You still need to use your brain more when doing things." Yun Suji pointed to his head, "Just relying on strong energy will not do."
"Yes, Chief."
"You lead the way."
Liu Yuanhu felt more at ease when he saw that the leader did not accuse him of "collision", but what he said next made him a little worried. However, he had no time to think about it and hurriedly led the way.
The first they came to was a household at the west end of the village. Fan Twelve introduced that this family was an old couple with a young grandson. It turned out that they also had a son. Not long after they settled in, they were stabbed in the foot while working in the fields. He died suddenly not long after.
Yun Suji thought it must be tetanus, but the only place in Qiongshan that could inject serum was the Qiongshan County Health Center, not to mention that most people didn't even know about tetanus.
"... His family's land is uncultivated: the old man has asthma, and his grandson is young, so his mother-in-law has to take care of him. He can only grow vegetables and small grains," Fan Twelve introduced.
"Then what do they live on?"
"The land is given to others to farm, and the farmer gets 30% of the land, and the rest goes to his family."
"Where's the public food?"
Yun Suji's sudden question disrupted Fan Twelve's planned words. He never thought that the chief would ask this, so he said casually without having time to think about it: "The public grain is also paid for farming on behalf of others..."
"Maybe those who do the farming work also do the labor on their behalf, right?" Yun Suji smiled, "What a living Lei Feng."
Fan Twelve didn't know who "Lei Feng" was, but he knew from the leader's tone and smile that he didn't believe it at all, but he didn't expose it to his face.
Yun Suji couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable when she looked at the old couple who were wearing new clothes that looked like they had just taken them out. They looked at him with fear on their faces. Looking at the children, they are only five or six years old. They are not sallow and thin, but their expressions are very dull and they are not as lively as their peers. Looking at this deserted house, there are almost no furniture or daily necessities except some basic furniture that was distributed when they moved in. However, the house is extremely tidy - just like the clothes they wear, they have been prepared just now. He didn't even bother to look at the pancake farm and the grain cabinet anymore. Needless to say, they were both full.
Yun Suji casually asked about whether there was enough food to eat and how life was like. The old man also vaguely said: "I am living well" and "there is care in the village."
"Let's go out." Yun Suji said.
When they got outside, Yun Suji said: "Village Chief Fan, you didn't tell the truth."
Fan Twelve felt a sudden tremor in his heart. He originally wanted to deny it, but when he thought of going to the county to watch the public trial last year, he quickly said: "I deserve to die! I deserve to die! I confess!"
"We are not the Qingtian Lord who is here to conduct a private inspection. Just tell us how much grain the farmer who farmed on behalf of the family gave him?"
Fan Twelve knew he couldn't hide it, so he had no choice but to say: "The agreement is that no matter whether there is good or bad harvest, 800 kilograms of brown rice will be provided every year. The public grain and labor are all the burden of the farmers." (To be continued. (.com))
