Chapter 1686 Behind the Prosperity
Chapter 1686 Behind the Prosperity
The marriage of brothers Liu Feng and Liu Jun has long been a worry for Liu Qingbin and Liu Zong'e. This time, Zhao Jianhui was given an ultimatum. No matter what, the two brothers would be forced to get married on May Day.
Liu Jun was actually afraid of being short of time and wronged his wife Meng Siying. In fact, how did he know that while Zhao Jianhui was talking to him, Liu Meiqi and Long Lingyun in the capital were already working for him in the new house with their people.
This time, the wedding of the Liu brothers was much more low-key than when Zhao Jianhui got married. After all, because of the status of Meng Xingguo and Liu Qingbin, people would gossip if they were too extravagant.
But even if it is streamlined and streamlined, there are not too many people coming to this wedding. The relationship between the older generation Liu Qingbin, Meng Xingguo, Liu Zongchang and others were all arranged in the banquet hall of the Great Hall of the People. The attendance of all the big shots that were rarely seen in the past made the waiters who were accustomed to seeing big scenes stare. eyes.
Friends of the newlyweds Liu Feng and Yan Xiaorui, Liu Jun and Meng Siying, as well as some of Zhao Jianhui's connections, were all arranged to stay at the Yurun Xinghui Hotel. This is the best time for Zhao Jianhui's wives to show themselves as family members. How could Ye Qiuyu, Dongfang Wenjing and others not be present? There were three tables occupied by these women and their children alone.
On the fourth day of their wedding, Zhao Jianhui dragged Liu Jun back to southern Guangdong. In the mountain village Liu Jun mentioned, Zhao Jianhui was deeply shocked when he looked at the houses built with rubble in front of him.
In front of a house foundation covered with grass and dead leaves, an old woman who looked to be about seventy or eighty years old was holding a thin bamboo pole in her hand and staring at her home with cloudy eyes, full of helplessness. desire.
"How old is the old man?" Zhao Jianhui walked over and started chatting with the old man. Only then did he realize that the old man was not deaf at all and could speak clearly: "Me? I am 91 this year, and I don't have a few good years to live..."
"Is this your home? The foundation of this house has been laid long ago, why don't you build a house next?" The old man's dialect was very rich, but Zhao Jianhui could barely understand it.
"The bricks have been bought a long time ago. Aren't they all stored there? Who doesn't want to live in a new house? But my family has no money... Before I die, I will be satisfied if I can live in a new house." The old man said on the side As he spoke, he stretched out his finger and pointed to several piles of moss-covered bricks near the foundation. It looked like it had been piled there for several years.
"Old man, it's been a long time since you bought this brick, right?"
"Yeah, it's been six or seven years, I don't remember clearly..." Every wrinkle on the old man's weather-carved face seemed to express helplessness, which made people feel heartbroken.
"Book Zhao, the head of this family is called Zhao Xin. He is the son of an old man and he is 60 or 70 years old this year. As early as 2006, the thatched house that the Zhao family had lived in for decades was in dilapidated condition. Outside It rained, and the house flooded. After a heavy rain, most of the hut collapsed. Zhao Xin's 22-year-old son graduated from the third grade of junior high school and went to work in Shenzhen City on the recommendation of a friend. Although he didn't know anything about the outside world, it did not affect the family's optimism. They believed that the eldest son had gone to a big city to make a living. Now that we have someone to rely on, Zhao Xin and his wife discussed it and decided to borrow money to build a house first!”
In front of others, Liu Jun still calls Zhao Jianhui Zhao Shu. Seeing that he was very concerned about the old man's life, he quickly introduced: "The 20,000 yuan borrowed from relatives to build a house was quickly spent, but my son in Shenzhen City couldn't even eat enough. Because he heard Not knowing Mandarin and not having any skills, they had no choice but to pick up rags with fellow villagers in Shenzhen. When they heard that their son could not make enough money, the Zhao family's dream of building a house was interrupted, and the original thatched cottage no longer existed. They moved into the woods behind the village and built a tree with branches Two "wooden tents" were built. The small one was for his mother, who was only in her nineties. Zhao Xin and his wife lived in the big tent. Every day, the old man, who was over ninety years old, came to this semi-finished product on crutches. Come and see my 'new house'. I met her several times while doing research here... The old man's biggest dream is to live in a new house in his life. Even if he only lives there for one day, he will be able to let go of this worry for the rest of his life. …”
"If we still ignore the existence of this status quo, then the Zhao family's dream can only continue like this. Even today, the eldest grandson of an old man who works outside the home earns only 800 yuan a month. One time he happened to meet me when he came home and said that it was too hard outside and he wanted to go home to farm. The middle-aged people in the village, like the boss of the Zhao family, had left this mountain village when they were young. , go to the Pearl River Delta or provincial capitals to work, but they come back after working for a year or two at most. As many people go out, there are still many people coming back. The people in this village cannot stay outside at all, and they are dumb when they are outside. ! Some people were even driven back by their bosses like they were sent away by the gods. The people of Longshan Village spent all their youth and sweat outside, and they eventually returned to their hometowns with nothing."
Listening to Liu Jun's words, Zhao Jianhui's face became more and more gloomy. The faces of the cadres standing behind him also changed color.
"Why is this? Why is it like this?" Liu Juan asked without losing the opportunity.
"Education lags behind." Liu Jun glanced at Zhao Jianhui's face that could almost squeeze water out of his face, and simply ignored the gloomy face of the district party secretary and secretary Zhang Jianxiang, and replied in a somewhat passionate voice: "Because of the low cultural level, this People in the village came out Even if he went there, he could only be a worker at the lowest level. The boss of the Zhao family said that he had been assembling parts for a year, but he had never seen the final product, and he often suffered from the boss's eyes. Debt, he has gone home to farm a long time ago.”
Cao Zhenqing, who was standing a little further away, said: "Looking at the situation in the village, maybe the farming is not very good, right?"
Villagers who "don't even know the words" are "bullied" by the land, and are not even qualified to be "lazy men"
Liu Jun smiled bitterly and said: "Who says it's not the case? At first, I thought that as long as people are diligent, they will never be hungry, right? However, this village is really weird. There are two roads on one side, and you can have a full meal. There are very few people..."
The people of Longshan Village who returned home had no other choice but to pick up the farmland in front of their homes. In recent years, the national grain purchase price has been rising steadily, and the lowest purchase price of rice in southern Guangdong is close to 1 yuan per catty. But all this seems to have nothing to do with the people of Longshan Village. In good years, the food grown is only enough to fill their stomachs.
The land in Longshan Village is barren and severely desertified. During the rainy season, the sea breeze blows in, bringing abundant rainfall, and the water in the fields cannot be drained out in half a year; but there will also be no rain here for several months, and the villagers can only watch the seedlings dry up.
The Longshan villagers who depend on their fields for their livelihood are actually still relying on the sky for their livelihood as they did in the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China. Even in the best years, the yield per mu is only about 500 kilograms at most. In other areas, relying on mechanical scientific planting, it is no longer unusual to produce a thousand catties per mu.
When it comes to scientific farming, many villagers in the village who have only attended elementary school have never even heard of it. In Longshan Village, there is almost no mechanized planting. Tractors and fertilizers, the "magic weapons" for increasing yields, are considered superfluous in the eyes of most villagers. "With that kind of money, it's better to just buy food..."
Some village cadres laughed at themselves: This is the Sahara of Fofeng City. The villagers are not well educated and are "bullied" by the land.
The villagers themselves also said that the fields in Longshan were specially designed by God for lazy people. "As long as God is kind, there will be food to eat, otherwise it will be useless no matter how much we do." But unfortunately, many villagers who "don't even know the words" are not even qualified to be "lazy people".
There is little land, and some villagers can only use the land for two purposes. After harvesting the rice, they immediately plant sweet potatoes. A technician once told the villagers how to scientifically plant seeds to increase yields, but the villagers here could not remember it, let alone learn it.
Many families in the village have bare walls and no calendars or clocks, let alone luxury accessories like computers and televisions. Some villagers said they had forgotten the last time they saw a hundred-dollar bill.
It is this kind of one-acre field where the villagers of Longshan Village spend all their energy and time, including their passion for life. Because this is where the whole family can have food, and in good years they can even have enough to eat. Unfortunately, few families are able to extract surplus food from their rations that can be converted into cash. Some people have tried to grow peanuts and peppers, but they all have "only enthusiasm and no knowledge of technology." They have even lost money after working for a year.
Every year during the lean years, women in the village would return to their parents’ homes. They shamelessly took back dozens of kilograms of rice from their parents' homes to fill their children's bellies. But because they can't afford travel expenses, even if they use this reason to return to their parents' homes, the women in the village can only go back to their parents' homes once a year at most. Longshan people, who were originally full of expectations for the outside world, seem to have finally realized that making money through part-time work is almost as difficult as reaching the sky. No matter how wonderful the outside world is, it does not belong to them. "Even if there is gold on the ground, we can't see it without culture." This is the understanding and real life of Longshan people...
Listening to Liu Jun's words, many cadres lowered their heads. It is really like what Liu Jun said to Zhao Jianhui, there is still such a group of people in the corner forgotten by the prosperity of the city. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes today, how many of the people standing behind Zhao Jianhui would believe it?
When they followed the old lady to their home in the woods at the foot of the mountain at the back of the village, Le Jing, Liu Juan and others all shed tears.
What age is this? There are still people living in shacks made of wooden sticks and reed mats?
This novel comes from Kanshuwang