"Become rich? What can you do?" Ren Dazhuang still looked confused.
If Xie Wan didn't know that Uncle Dazhuang was a pretty agile man, he would have thought he had Alzheimer's.
"Uncle Dazhuang, you have been in charge of the village for so many years, don't you have any ideas? Can you bear to see the villagers suffer in such poverty?"
Ren Dazhuang knocked the pipe against the wall of the well to clean out the residue inside. He then took out a cloth bag filled with tobacco leaves from his clothes, took out a small roll of tobacco, stuffed it into the pipe, struck a match and lit it.
Xie Wan did not interrupt him while he was doing these things.
After taking a puff of his pipe, Ren Dazhuang said with some helplessness: "Why haven't you thought about it?
Your uncle Dazhuang has been the village chief and team leader for nearly thirty years.
During the period of eating from the same pot, the children in the village were crying out for hunger all day long, and so many of them starved to death. I'm not a heartless person, so how could I not think about it?
But what can I do? What can I do?
When I took the villagers to the mountains to dig some wild vegetables and herbs to sell, I was almost reported for digging public property.
It was only last year when the supervision from above was loosened that I dared to secretly let everyone go to the mountains to find some food to make up for the shortfall.
But you also know that our mountain is a rocky mountain. There are not many things in it. Not long after the spring begins, most of the mountain products have been dug up.
What else can I think of?
Should I organize everyone to steal and rob?
I have done my best to stop them from selling their children!"
Xie Wan knew that Ren Dazhuang was telling the truth.
She asked: “Isn’t it encouraged to raise pigs now?
Don’t we have more pigs in our village?”
Ren Dazhuang seemed to have been hit on a sore spot, he spat on the ground and cursed: "What a pig!
We have to raise a black pig for more than a year before we can sell it. Do you know how much they buy it for?"
Xie Wan knew that there was no feed for raising pigs, nor hormones for fattening them; pigs grew naturally over a long period of time.
He just listened to Da Zhuang scolding: "Last year, our brigade responded to the call and mobilized every household to raise pigs.
Some time ago, the food station came to purchase our products, and most of them were rated as grade three.
Grade 3 raw pork is only 4.2 yuan per pound!
An adult sow weighs only two or three hundred kilograms, which is about a hundred yuan.
It only costs a hundred dollars to raise the pigs for a year. After deducting the money for the pigs and the food they eat, how much money can you make?
It’s okay if you raise a few pigs, as you can feed most of them with pig grass. But if you raise too many, there will not be enough pig grass.
If you go to the town to fetch sewage to feed the pigs, you have to snatch it.
I bought the pigs that I raised with great suffering, and you know what happened? I got nothing in return, but a bunch of IOUs.”
Listening to Uncle Dazhuang's complaints, Xie Wan frowned. She turned to ask Xiao Fang, "What happened to Bai Tiao?"
This happened to be something Fang Wenbin was familiar with. He used to work in the county food company, and they were responsible for purchasing live pigs.
Fang Wenbin said: “There is no money in the county’s fiscal account, and the money for purchasing live pigs must come from the city’s fiscal allocation.
The only funds allocated to the county food company were acquisition plans and loss plans.
The county food company allocated funds to various food stations according to the plan, but there was no money to allocate, so the lower-level departments could only give IOUs to the farmers first.
Collect the pigs first, store them in the warehouse, and complete the plan before you ask for the money."
Xie Wan frowned and asked, "Don't they know that doing this will seriously dampen farmers' enthusiasm for raising pigs?
Farmers have a hard life already, can they only rely on the money from raising pigs to supplement their income throughout the year? "
Fang Wenbin explained: "Purchasing pork is originally a loss-making business.
Farmers complain that the purchase price of live pigs is too low, but that is the price of live pigs. After they are slaughtered and the fur and internal organs are removed, they are only sold for a little over one yuan per pound in the city.
The food company sells pork and loses money on every pound sold.
We can only wait for fiscal subsidies to give money to farmers..."
Xie Wan almost understood.
The long-term inverted pork prices actually mean that cities have been exploiting rural areas.
Food companies are losing money selling pork, the treasury has no money, and farmers can’t get paid. That’s roughly what it means.
She has no right to change the pricing system, so the problem cannot be solved fundamentally.
It’s really fucking difficult to make money under the current pricing system!
Xie Wan asked again: "What about the wine?"
Ren Dazhuang looked at Xie Wan in confusion and said, "What does it have to do with wine? You can only drink the wine yourself after it's brewed, and you can't sell it."
Fang Wenbin reminded Xie Wan: "Xie County Magistrate..."
Xie Wan quickly interrupted him: "What's wrong with Xie Xian? I told you not to watch TV every day. We were talking about business. What gossip about Hong Kong and Taiwan stars are you talking about?"
Fang Wenbin reacted and realized that before entering the room, Xie Wan asked him not to reveal his identity, and he almost let it slip.
Fortunately, County Magistrate Xie was smart.
Fang Wenbin immediately tried to make amends, "Well, Comrade Xie, I was just about to say that we should go back earlier, as the drama A Thousand Miles of Love starring Patrick Tse will be finale tonight?"
No one in the village could afford a TV, and Ren Dazhuang didn't understand what was said, but at least he didn't associate it with the fact that the girl in front of him, who was once the most evil girl in the village, had now become their parent official.
Xie Wan lied for a while, and Fang Wenbin whispered in Xie Wan's ear: "County Magistrate Xie, alcohol won't work.
The top leadership issued a document two years ago to strengthen the management of alcohol monopoly and prohibit private brewing and selling of alcohol. "
Xie Wan was about to vomit blood, and asked: "Tell me, what can we think of that we can make and sell?"
Ren Dazhuang asked suspiciously, "Xiao Wan, you don't really want to help the villagers get rich, do you?"
Xie Wan nodded affirmatively: “Of course.
Uncle Dazhuang, you know that I came from this village. My mother used to beat me every day and didn't give me food to eat, but at least the villagers gave me a few meals.
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