I'm really just the village head

"Sell."

The old man cherished the words like gold, and he spit out a word until the smoke in the smoke pot burned out.

"Don't even think about it! Liu Fuwang, I can't live this day. I can't get a divorce. I will get a divorce tomorrow!"

Yang Aiqun was so angry, he got up and went outside.

Liu Xue was amazed by his father's attitude.

Liu Chunlai hurriedly followed his mother out, fearing that she might not think about it for a while.

"Go to bed early, and go to school tomorrow." Liu Fuwang ignored his wife, sighed, and told her daughter.

Liu Xue went back to the room with joy.

For a while, Liu Chunlai took a curse and swore to marry my old mother a daughter-in-law who had gone to college in the city. He threatened to jump into the river and Lintang again and pulled the old mother back and pushed her back. The room.

"I regret it now, it's still too late."

When Liu Chunlai sat down at the table again, Liu Fuwang began to wrap his cigarette again.

He knew what Yang Aiqun did before, and even acquiesced in it.

The son is not a weapon. His hand that has killed many people has been beaten countless times, but it doesn't work.

Apart from the three unfat pigs in the pen, there is nothing else in the house.

According to the plan, two of them were sold to the food station, and one pig was killed. For many years, the old Liu's family did not kill the pig.

No, there are three old hens who lay eggs. Those things can't be sold. At home, there are kerosene, salt, and matches.

"Father, why are there so many bachelors in our brigade? It's not poor! But why is it poor?"

Liu Chunlai knew that he had to give the cheap father hope, otherwise Liu Xue would have problems going to school.

Although the old man is not as feudal as his old mother, he does not want his son to be a bachelor.

"There are a lot of people and little land. The land that was reclaimed from wasteland has thin soil and feet. The water-lifting station has not been repaired. There is a harvest by genius. There is little field in the ditch by the river, and the average person is not much..." The vicissitudes of his face have increased a bit.

Most of the four teams are mountainous.

There is a small river at the foot of the mountain, and there are some fields at the bottom of the ravines on both sides of the river. The area is not large. After the fields are distributed to the households, there is no one mu of fields per household.

Tax payment is based on the average population of the county, and the local overall plan is the same as the payment and retention.

A village with a small area and a large population like Hulu Village will naturally suffer.

What Liu Fuwang can do on the land has been done for decades.

The whole brigade is still poor.

"Father, what's the most in our brigade?" Liu Chunlai made Dad more and more comfortable.

"Human." The old man was a little confused.

"Yes, there are too many people." Liu Chunlai nodded, "Because there are too many people, little land, not enough food, and many contradictions, they have nothing to do when they are idle, and they can quarrel and fight every day with little trivial things. Will these things not be resolved someday? All the land at home will be left to mom..."

Liu Fuwang looked at his son, his eyes sharp enough to kill.

But there was no rebuttal, and some started to smoke.

"What we have to do is to set up factories, transfer surplus labor, keep them busy every day, and have no time to fight, the team will have less work?" Liu Chunlai continued.

"I didn't have no factories! In the brigade, garment factories, steel factories, paper mills..."

"Your name is a factory? A workshop! How many people can you digest?" Seeing that Laozi's face changed, Liu Chunlai didn't dare to say, "I didn't issue a plan before? Now the state encourages myself to sell, what is it? It's so selling, what shall we do..."

Liu Chunlai talked about the plan for a while.

He looked at him for a long time, and perhaps found that Liu Chunlai's plan was different, "Then try? The brigade has no position. You will be the leader of the brigade as soon as you come, which is somewhat inappropriate."

The old captain and secretary, didn't want his son to divide the power.

Besides, it is true that he did not become the captain when he came up.

"I'll be the captain of the fourth team."

"What the hell? Do you know what the fourth team is doing?" Liu Fuwang roared immediately.

"Father, if the fourth team has achieved results, it will be easy to be seen by the leader. From now on, the captain and president of the first road..." Liu Chunlai naturally knows the situation of the fourth team.

At the beginning, I thought about starting from the fourth team.

"Spring is here, are you crazy? What is the benefit of a broken team cadre? You also have a net loss of family money. The fourth team has not had a captain in a few years. According to me, you might as well go out to work!

Yang Aiqun was initially out of anger, got up and brought water in for the two of them. He was even more angry when he heard that his son was going to the fourth team.

Now we are not eating a big pot of rice and engaging in collective production.

The scrivener of the brigade also divides the fields according to their heads, and still receives the royal food.

Some of the subsidy brigade cadres and villager group leaders are reserved in the village, but the cadres have to assist the commune in urging grain, urging tasks, making production plans and catching up with the guerrillas. It is totally thankless.

A brigade owes a lot, what can the brigade cadres get?

The poorer the brigade, the less no one wants to be a cadre.

It's no good, and it offends people.

"The cadre of the brigade is not a cadre? If I were not a cadre of the brigade, could you marry me back then? I did not let the four brigade take off the hat for decades, let my son pick it! On the battlefield back then, there was no hill that I couldn't attack... …"

The poverty hats of the Fourth Brigade became more and more heavier after the fields were allocated to the households.

At the beginning of the army, Liu Fuwang had always been the vanguard of the charge. If he hadn't been thinking about coming back to build his hometown and serving his orphans to the folks who raised him, he could still be taken away by the pile of military medals he hid under the box. The person is called the chief.

Liu Fuwang suddenly became angry when his wife looked down on his identity as a cadre of the brigade.

In the entire brigade, how many people dare to speak loudly before he, the brigade captain, also writes?

"Your son beats a bachelor, but the incense of your old Liu family is broken. I can't blame it!"

Yang Aiqun gritted his teeth, glared at Liu Chunlai, and rushed back to the room again.

"Father, as long as the four teams get rid of poverty, how can I be in the eyes of the leaders of the commune, and then as the village head, under the leadership of your book, lead the whole team to become rich, and then rise to the commune... From our house to the commune..."

Liu Chunlai knows Liu Fuwang's thoughts.

I also know that my old lady will secretly listen with her ears upright.

Liu Chunlai's evil deeds and debts he owed, he couldn't bear it.

Otherwise, the fourth child reading is a problem.

In the past, Liu Chun came to start his own business by himself. In the end, he had many friends with wine and meat, but not a single friend.

The beauties around him are like a cloud, and they are all for his family business.

They have never suffered together, so why should they be the same?

Since God asked him to do it again, how about a different way of living?

With a large group of people starting a business, Liu Chunlai hasn't tried it yet.

It is quite possible to make the village even more cattle than Huaxi Village, and it is more interesting than being the world's first.

In the golden age of the 1980s, Liu Chunlai felt that it was not difficult for someone who succeeded in starting a business in an era of fierce competition.

Happiness Commune is the poorest commune in the county.

The four teams are the poorest in the Happy Commune.

Four teams, so poor that all cadres go around.

How bad is it?

The entire production team has a population of 327, 37 households, 26 elderly people over 60, 178 full labor force, 123 half labor force, 63 adult women in the half labor force, and the rest are children and unmarried girls.

In other words, the entire production team has 115 bachelors.

It accounts for one-third of the 348 bachelor positions in the four teams.

Why are there so many people and so few households?

In the countryside, it is custom for a son to start a family and split up.

But in the fourth team, most of the family's sons are not married, and there is no chance of separation.

Marry a wife?

Stop dreaming.

The new daughter-in-law comes in, but the land is not divided, and she has to be hungry. Who wants to marry her hard-earned daughter to suffer poverty?

The girls in the village have all married out in recent years.

The entire production team occupies half of the mountain.

The whole mountain is like a C shape, with a few fields at the foot of the mountain.

Most places on the mountain are dry land with a shallow layer of soil. As soon as the hoe goes down, the gravel that has not been converted into soil is exposed.

There are 103 mu of paddy fields in the ditch at the foot of the mountain.

According to the headcount, each labor force is allocated 0.43 mu of paddy fields on average.

There are a lot of dry land, more than three mu per person.

But most of the dry land was built by the old party secretary Liu Fuwang, who learned from Dazhai in agriculture.

There is no water on the mountain, so rely on the sky to eat.

The crop was lost when it was slightly dry.

Who knows the situation of the fourth team better than Liu Fuwang.

Moreover, it's on the back of their mountain.

"Father, the fourth team does not rely on the river, and is the farthest away from the commune. Didn't you set up the factories in the past to make them pay less? Just use that as a basis. One year, no effect, I Just leave it."

"Isn't there a lot of bamboo in our brigade? I read a book before and saw that in the newspaper, there is a big market for all kinds of bamboo weaving in Shancheng and Rongcheng. Let's set up another bamboo weaving factory..."

"Also, don't the brigade not pay enough pigs every year to make you criticize countless times? Let's build another pig farm..."

One by one, Liu Fuwang's thoughts became active.

These were indeed things he hadn't tossed about before.

I heard my son talk about running a pig farm and it exploded again.

"Pig farm? What do you feed? Every household feeds a pig, and runs a few brigade on hogweed. It is not uncommon to fight every day to earn hogweed..."

Useless is a scholar.

Using soldiers on paper is useless.

"If you have money, do it again, and then feed it directly."

Liu Chunlai was too lazy to explain.

"Father, don't worry about the pig farm. Let's use the existing factories to find the way. The fourth team will be used as a pilot, and it will be effective, and then the whole team will promote it." Liu Chunsheng also knows that it will not be anxious.

Those factories are really not called factories.

It was not easy for Liu Fuwang to be established and did not produce any benefits. Although the commune leader didn't say anything on the surface, he actually couldn't make it by himself.

"Okay, let's try!"

Liu Fuwang no longer opposes, and the entire team is incurable.

"No one in the four teams wants to be the captain. If you are done, you will be the captain, then the township head, the county head..."

Liu Fuwang began to imagine his son's broad road.

Why not give the village party secretary to his son?

He can't let his son lead him, right?

"Tomorrow morning I will go to Jiang Jianqing, he will collect pigs, and then go to the fourth team to do this, then I will go to the commune secretary Yan..."

The father and son negotiated properly and did not continue.

Liu Fuwang suddenly felt that he was full of energy again.

The poverty of the entire brigade made him almost desperate.

Of course, his previous son also made him desperate.

Now there is hope.