This honor was based on the sacrifice of each production brigade to hand in more grain. The problem that resulted from this was that the production brigade had less grain to keep for itself.
It is a fact that Northeast China has black soil and high yield.
But the black soil of Northeast China has been used for more than just feeding the people of Northeast China over the years.
We also have to support the old, young, remote and poor areas across the country, and the amount of public grain that has to be handed in is increasing almost every year.
There is no way. Droughts and floods are more likely to occur in other parts of the country, food production will decrease, and people will go hungry.
Naturally, we can only collect more grain from granaries such as the Northeast and Jiangnan to ensure the food supply to Beijing, Shanghai and some poor and disaster-stricken areas.
But……
The Northeast was also hit this year.
If rainfall decreases, food production will decrease.
However, the amount of public grain to be paid was not reduced, and the commune director Zhao Dachui even demanded an increase of 10%.
This is really a death sentence for these production brigades.
When distributing grain before winter, these production team leaders were scolded countless times by the villagers.
But that was all the food left, and there was nothing they could do.
Today we were supposed to have a lively and happy meeting, preparing to collect supplies to take back for the New Year.
However, I didn't expect to hear Director Zhao Tiechui say that we would have to hand over 120% of the quota of public grain next year.
Suddenly...
All the production team leaders' faces fell.
However, they all knew that Zhao Tiechui was a man of his word, and for the sake of his honor and political achievements, he had already made a promise to his superiors.
If the production team leader under you fails to do it, he will torture you to death until you do it.
"Eh..."
Several production team leaders couldn't help but sigh.
Zhao Tiechui, who was speaking, heard it immediately. He slammed the table, glared, and said angrily:
"The Chinese New Year is coming soon! The whole country is in a very good situation.
Who is sighing there?
Are you dissatisfied with me?
Or are you dissatisfied with the organization?
Or are you dissatisfied with our country as a whole?
If you have any dissatisfaction, please speak it out openly. Don't sigh behind my back and show your gloomy face to anyone."
After being scolded like this, who among those present would dare to object?
Immediately, except for Lin Huowang, all the production team leaders forced themselves to smile, squeezing out smiles that were uglier than crying.
“That’s more like it, our organization advocates fairness, justice, openness and democracy.
Meetings are for communication and discussion. If you have any opinions, you should raise them openly. Don't do anything behind the scenes. If you have any bad ideas, understand?"
Seeing that no production team leader dared to openly challenge his authority, Zhao Tiechui felt proud and spoke high-sounding words.
However……
At this moment, Lin Huowang snorted coldly, then stood up with a smile and said:
"Director! I have an opinion!"
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