I'm really just the village head

"If you want Lao Tzu to write an IOU for you, you also have to get it, provided that this year you must pay a lot of taxes and complete local coordination..."

Liu Fuwang was tired and sat down directly on the ground and began to wrap his leaf smoke.

"Before the brigade was poor, it was a matter of owing debts; at every small meeting, even if the county leaders did not mention it, Lao Tzu couldn't hold his head up! As a Communist Party member, even a brigade member Poverty cannot be solved..."

As the old man talked, his eyes were red.

Liu Chunlai can understand the old man's thoughts.

Can not help but sigh.

From the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression to the War of Resistance against U.S. Aid Korea, the war was over and the old man was also disarmed and returned to the field.

Originally in debt, it was impossible.

But now, Liu Chun came to buy hundreds of thousands of millions, still owing that point, the old man felt uncomfortable.

He owes the account.

"Father, I've said it before, let's not care about the others who haven't handed over the land... It wasn't that we had reached an agreement with Wangshan Commune to collect the millet, and they would sell it to us!" Liu Chunlai comforted the old man.

There is really not much money.

Even if the grain sold to them by Wangshan Commune is much more expensive than the grain depot, it will cost less than tens of thousands of dollars a year.

Industry has not developed to a certain level, and agricultural taxes are indispensable for the country to develop.

There is no problem even if the place needs to be built.

Besides, with local coordination, Liu Chunlai brought all the county's people over to build their economic foundation.

"Where did the money come from? Ye Ling didn't give money to life and death, saying why the brigade's money must be separated from the company's money... The third child actually followed her (mixed)..." Liu Fuwang stared at his son tightly.

Liu Chunlai saw the old man's expression, and suddenly cursed himself.

The old man and Yan Jinsong had been fighting on the battlefield for decades, and those who had crawled out of the dead were all of the actor level.

The old man was acting before!

The purpose is to control the financial power of the brigade.

But things have reached this point, what else?

"Father, this time the food tax and the overall fundraising, I lent it to the brigade in my own name... Whether it is a furniture factory or a clothing factory, no matter how much money, it must not be messed up. Otherwise, the final new investment will be the proportion of equity There will be changes... The state's requirement is to maintain the collective economy as the dominant..."

If Liu Chun came to the stakes, Liu Fuwang would understand.

At present, people all over the country have proposed to develop the economy. They have just contracted the production to the households, and there was even a lot of resistance during the implementation. In the past two years, their brigade has taken back the allocated land.

If Liu Chunlai’s personal shares exceed the collective economy, then...

"I just thought, paying the food tax and the retention money to prove that we were right to take back the land..." Liu Fuwang was a little embarrassed.

He has not thought about another layer.

Looking at the old man, Liu Chunlai was moved.

No wonder the old man wants to do this.

If something goes wrong, I'm afraid the old man will take it all by himself.

This is really not itchy when you have more dice, and you are not worried about debt.

"I have been like this in my life, you are still young, and you can't have problems at the beginning." Seeing that his son understood what he meant, the old man didn't say much.

Liu Chunlai also didn't say much.

"Tomorrow threshing, let's save our own grain first, the brigade has a lot of various projects, and each factory and project is in charge of the rice, and the grain is bought directly." Liu Chunlai only said this.

This time, Liu Fuwang signed the loan form with great joy.

"Brother, my father is afraid that he is not ready to pay you back... Before the family had money, he subsidized it to the brigade..." Liu Qiuju looked at the money in the old man's hands, a little worried.

Fifty thousand!

The food and overall funds that the entire brigade needs to pay are less than 20,000 yuan.

As the captain of Liu Chunlai, it is impossible not to know.

"Leave some living money for my father." Liu Chunlai couldn't say something to the third child.

With money in his hands, Liu Fuwang was naturally happy.

"The dog said, you are all tricks to your son!" Yan Jinsong looked at the fifty thousand yuan in front of him for a long time before speaking.

Ma Wenhao on one side was puzzled, "Chief Liu, what does this mean?"

"Use money to pay for the grain. The grain of the people who have not handed over the land. After the millet is harvested, the captains of our brigade will urge them. But for this, I will first hand in the whole brigade's this year. Part of the debt to the commune..."

"Or, pay all you owe? Not much anyway!" Yan Jinsong asked unwillingly.

"You have to be a face. Either you immediately find someone from the financial office to come over for the calculation, or I will take the money back..." Liu Fuwang finished speaking, and was ready to take the money on the table back into the cloth bag.

Yan Jinsong suddenly held down Qian.

"Don't, Xiao Ma, you go to the financial office immediately..."

Just kidding!

The commune is short of money now.

Ma Wenhao looked at the two people puzzled.

Confused.

As the newly appointed mayor of the commune, he is still not familiar with the situation of the commune as a whole.

For the sake of money, he went directly to the home of the staff of the financial office.

"Did you give your father money?" Liu Chunlai, who was sitting at the stone table drinking tea, asked him as soon as he came back.

"Bazuzu, you are well informed!" Liu Chun came to look at Liu Baye.

Is this message delivered so fast?

Could it be that Liu Jiuwa said it?

Liu Jiuwa is still cooking dinner in the stove.

"Fuwang, the dog said, is getting shameless, even his own son is pitted!" Liu Baye sighed.

Liu Chunlai was puzzled.

Dad cheated himself?

Is there any other use for fifty thousand yuan?

Although I knew that the old man was acting before, he gave this 50,000 yuan and paid the brigade this year's various funds and food, there is still a lot left.

What's the matter?

"The commune has no money for repairing the factory building... Your father's money, the brigade and the commune have wiped part of the accounts, the commune and the county, it is estimated that this year will owe more..."

The old man pinched his goatee and said nothing.

Liu Chunlai understood instantly.

"Yan Jinsong isn't that bold, right?" Liu Chunlai didn't quite believe it.

"The head of the new township hasn't been familiar with the situation yet." Liu Baye snorted coldly, "but this is also a good thing. Yan Jinsong and your father are the same, no one wants to owe the government."

"Ma Wenhao was afraid that he would be sold by these two old men, and even smiled and helped count the money. Poor baby..." Liu Chunlai began to mourn for Ma Wenhao.

Two old men Liu Fuwang and Yan Jinsong joined forces to act. Although Ma Wenhao has been following Secretary Xu, who is also an actress, for some years, it is estimated that that way is not enough.

This pot, Ma Wenhao is determined.

Liu Fuwang acted in front of Liu Chunlai. Liu Qiuju didn't know that her father was acting, he was acting in his true colors, and was used by the old man. Then the old man cried again and Liu Chunlai gave the money.

The money will be used to build the workshops of the communes as development funds.