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Chapter 209: Returning Home Part Two
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 them out one by one and received many thanks and envious looks. It made him feel a little embarrassed.
One of the benefits of serving in the army is that Fu Fu passed the Grade C diploma examination, and it is no longer difficult to write 00 novels, newspapers and so on. In the past, Fu Fu didn't think literacy was of any use, but after joining the army, he discovered that illiterate people couldn't even read the basic soldier's manual, and couldn't read the maps and instructions on the blackboard during training. He had to ask others for advice on various orders and announcements issued by the company, as well as notices about the settlement of food expenses by the Soldiers Committee. This feeling was really uncomfortable - it made him feel that he was excluded from the group, and his motivation to read and read was gone. Yes. Fu Fu attended a night school literacy class and passed the writing proficiency test quickly. However, it still took him a lot of effort to pass the Grade C diploma examination - Fu Fu was not good at mathematics. Most indigenous people have no concept of mathematics. Many people I can't even tell my age, and I can't even talk about the concept of time. Therefore, the mathematics level of Type C diploma is generally limited to the most basic understanding of numbers, being able to read calendars and clocks, and being able to master addition, subtraction, multiplication and division within 100.
Because the watch industry has not yet engaged in large-scale mass production, public timekeeping in Lingao still relies on traditional sound timekeeping. Cable broadcasts were used to tell the time where there were loudspeakers, and factory whistles were used where there were not. As an important transportation hub, Ma Niao Interchange Station has installed a cable broadcast system. In addition to telling the time, it also has the function of educating and publicizing people waiting for the bus.
At this moment, the loudspeaker is chattering about the "spirit of the Autumn Tax Work Conference". The villagers have been exposed to cable broadcasts every day and can understand Newspeak to a certain extent. Everyone knows that this is Everyone was listening attentively when they were talking about collecting the Autumn Fu.
Fu Fu had no land of his own, so he didn't care how much tax Fu Buer paid. He sat on a wooden bench and was planning his itinerary, and would buy some extra gifts for everyone after arriving in Dongmen City. Although he has no deep feelings for Fu Fuji and his wife, he is no longer Fu Fuji's "house boy" - Fu Fu is based on the regulations jointly issued by the Political Department of the General Staff and the People's Committee of Civil Affairs on the personal status of soldiers before they join the army. The procedures for “de-citizenship” have been handled according to the Civil Status Treatment Measures. However, the Fu family can be regarded as his "family" after all.
Just as he was thinking about it, someone suddenly tapped him on the shoulder. Fu Fu was startled. He turned around and saw that it was a middle-aged man, wearing a half-Hyunluo hat, local blue cloth pleats, and footwear. Wearing clear water cloth socks, blue cloth shoes, and a cloth "puff" on the shoulders. Like a small landowner or small businessman.
"Deputy Master," the middle-aged man whispered, "since you work for the chiefs, you must understand what they say."
"I understand." Fu Fu nodded. All orders in the army, whether oral or written, are in Newspeak, and it is impossible to understand them. The senators have no interest in setting up a dialect model display area in their ruling areas.
"Please tell me what is being said in this chatterbox," the middle-aged man begged. "I can't understand the Newspeak. Everyone said it was for this year's Autumn Fu Contest."
"Helping others" and "military and civilians are one family" are concepts often instilled in soldiers in military education. Of course Fu Fu was instilled in his mind. When the masses have problems, of course he has to help.
The file content in the radio is broadcast in a rolling manner. After playing a piece of music, it will be broadcast again. Unfortunately, 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 learn the new tax system. Wei Aiwen hopes that the soldiers can serve as voluntary propagandists and explainers when they go back to visit relatives.
"What the chatterbox says is that this year's autumn tax collection will be based on acres of land -" Fu Fu gestured and tried to explain what he could understand. The new agricultural tax is calculated based on the standard number of acres each household has property rights determined when measuring acres last year, and is weighted by the fertility status of the fields. The overall concept is progressive. The county's agricultural tax is divided into five levels according to the amount and fertility of the land. The more fertile land a household has, the higher the tax rate will be.
"This is not about killing the rich," the middle-aged man blurted out. He immediately realized that this man was a "businessman" and was shocked. He swallowed the words in half. He looked at Fu Fu in fear.
Fu Fu knew that according to the provisions of the military manual, it was also an important task to publicize the government's policies to the people. What's more, they had also studied the documents and had some understanding of the chiefs' intentions.
"Looking at your old appearance, you must be a grain farmer," Fu Fu said.
"We have so many acres of land at home." The middle-aged man's expression became increasingly uneasy, "My life is not easy either."
"Don't cry about being poor." Fu Fu felt a little funny. He looked like he was about to blackmail him. "Even if you are in the highest grade, you only draw one out of ten. How much burden can you bear on this Australian?" People collect taxes, and there are no floating taxes, and there is no need for extra distribution. You don’t need to spend money on straw sandals when sending food to the countryside. You can take care of yourself. In the past, there were few positive taxes, many extra quotas, and more bad regulations. The local government also had to come to solicit donations, Yicang Liang. Now all you have to do is pay the official tax. You have to figure it out for yourself, whether you pay more or less than before."
It is a thoughtful thing for middle-aged people. "
"Besides, haven't all the taxes collected by the chief been spent on us people? You see, the road is smooth and smooth, and there is also this cattle station. In the past, the government exploited how much food was taken from everyone every year, and everyone couldn't even go out. There is no decent road, and to build a wooden bridge, we have to work together. Isn’t this the difference between heaven and earth?”
These words are all said by the leaders during daily political studies. Fu Fu felt that it was reasonable and reasonable, and people would be convinced after hearing it, so he simply took it out and learned and sold it.
Ordinary people in the countryside are mostly taciturn, even small and medium-sized landowners. Of course they were speechless after what he said. The whole article is full of his reasons. Although I feel unwilling to pay more taxes because I have more land, my original complaints seem to be "unreasonable". Rural people do not have the ability to think deeply, but they see issues of interest clearly. Fu Fu compared the past with the present, and he immediately saw who harmed his interests more and who benefited him more.
"The oxcart to Bopu is about to leave at 12:30." As an indigenous staff member shouted on the platform with a large iron trumpet, another staff member came over and used a special long pole to flip and hang it on the truss. There is a flip-up train number plate on the bus, which shows the arrival location and departure time in sequence.
Fu Fu quickly picked up his backpack and lined up to get on the bus - the army had taught him enough discipline, but spiritual civilization had obviously not yet penetrated into the civilian population. So Fu Fu became a good role model for the staff at the transfer station.
"Look at the soldiers of the Fubo Army. They all line up consciously. These are all elderly - they must set an example for the young people." The eloquence of the indigenous staff is generally well trained. In addition, the rattan sticks in their hands were very convincing, and the order was restored to normal after a while.
The four-wheeled oxcart looks very heavy, but in fact the mass of the body itself is not large - this is due to the extensive use of steel parts, which greatly reduces the weight while ensuring structural strength. The car has seats for three people in a row, with a total of 6 rows, which can accommodate 18 people. In addition, the driver and driver can each sit next to each other. The total passenger capacity is 20 people. Only luggage and other things can be hung by hanging. Outside the car. Four bulls acted as traction.
"Brother, please sit next to me." Si Cheng patted the wooden seat next to him.
"Thank you." Fu Fu threw his toilet bag into the car and got in the car. The driver's seat is at the front of the car and has a very good view. The driver was a man in his thirties, wearing a gray cloth "work clothes" with two pockets, and a cloth ticket with the words "Highway Passenger Transport" sewn on his chest. This is the uniform style of dress for all people who "eat public meals".
The driver took out a pack of cigarettes and said, "Have a smoke, little brother."
"No." Fu Fu speculated. He was not used to such choking things. "You can smoke it."
The driver lit one for himself. The driver cracked his whip. The bullock cart started suddenly and everyone rushed forward. Fu Fu quickly steadied himself and grabbed the handrail.
"Brother, are you going back for vacation?"
"Yes, go back for vacation. We just came back from the front line."
"It's a good thing that you're back safe and sound." The driver puffed out a puff of smoke and asked, "Is the battle going to be serious?"
"It was just patrolling and suppressing bandits. All we did was walk and climb mountains. We didn't have many encounters with the officers and soldiers - they were all frightened by the cannons."
The driver looked at his uniform: "What does the i on your collar badge mean?"
"It's the 1st Infantry Battalion."
"Oh, we were called the security team back then."
"When I joined the army, it was also called the Security Group. I was the one who sent Ding to our village." Fu Fu said, "Brother, you have also been a soldier."
"I did," Si Cheng nodded, "and then he retired after being injured." He swung his leg, "I lost a foot while suppressing bandits in the county."
Fu Fu looked down and saw a wooden leg protruding from under his trousers. Then he saw the red first-level battle wounded ribbon nailed to the sleeve of his overalls. He couldn't help but stand in awe.
"It turns out to be a senior." Fu Fu said, "Why don't you wear a medal?" Fu Fu also participated in the battle to suppress bandits in Lingao and received a commemorative medal for the Lingao Pingding.
"That thing can't replace my legs." Sicheng exhaled a puff of smoke, "But by killing the bandits, all the people in the county benefited. It can be regarded as a good deed, so I accept it." Unfinished to be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation. Your support is my biggest motivation. ,.
