Xie Wan could of course guess that Zhong Liqin and Pang Ming had activities tonight, and they didn't invite her.
She doesn't care about that either.
The next day Xie Wan went to Renjia Village.
There was still some distance from the village, so Xie Wan asked the driver to stop the car.
She and Xiao Fang got off the car and walked into the village.
Last time, she deliberately avoided the villagers and went to Ren Dazhuang's house. This time, Xie Wan did not deliberately avoid people.
I was recognized by the villagers when I was walking on the street.
"Isn't this the one from Ren Tiezhu's family..."
Just as he was about to blurt out the word "bastard", he saw Xie Wan's neat Lenin suit and quickly shut up.
Someone said: "It's the third child of the Tiezhu family."
The villagers couldn't even remember Xie Wan's name.
The main reason is that no one has ever called her by her name seriously since she was a child.
But the villagers all know that the "third brother" has become successful now. He moved to the city, found his biological father, and became a soldier.
"Why did she come back? Did she hear that our village was going to implement the household contract responsibility system and wanted to come back to get a piece of land?"
"They are from the city, how can they be interested in our land?"
If they dare to ask Xie Wan whether he likes it or not, Xie Wan will definitely tell them that he does.
Rural land will be very valuable in the future. The further you go in the future, the harder it will be to get a piece of rural land.
Of course, Xie Wan didn’t really come here to divide the land.
She guessed that Ren Dazhuang had already gone to work, so she went straight to the brigade headquarters.
As soon as he entered the room, he saw a bruise on Ren Dazhuang's face. Xie Wan asked curiously, "Uncle Dazhuang, what's wrong with your face?"
Ren Dazhuang had a bitter face and didn't want to say anything, so Xie Wan guessed that it must have been his wife's doing.
Seeing that there was no one else in the office, Xie Wan smiled quietly and said, "Uncle Dazhuang, what's the matter? Did my aunt catch you eating at the widow Qian's house?"
Ren Dazhuang then stood up with a face full of resentment, found two clean enamel cups, made tea for Xie Wan and Xiao Fang, and complained:
"Xiao Wan, please stop talking. It's you who caused all the trouble."
Xie Wan raised his hand and assured: "Uncle Dazhuang, I didn't tell my aunt about you."
Ren Dazhuang angrily put the tea on the desk and cursed: "Haven't you told me enough about my bad deeds? If you hadn't exposed it back then, your aunt wouldn't have quarreled with me every other day.
This time, I really spoke a fair word for the widow Qian on the issue of household contract responsibility system that you mentioned, and she has been making a fuss ever since. "
When Xie Wan heard that it was related to the household contract responsibility system, he became serious and asked, "What's the matter? What does the household contract responsibility system have to do with Widow Qian?"
Ren Dazhuang sat down and lit his pipe before speaking: "Didn't you ask me to ask the opinions of the villagers the day before yesterday?
I called a meeting of all the villagers yesterday.
At the beginning, everyone was still afraid of being cut off from the capitalist tail and did not dare to take it seriously.
I told them that this was the opinion of the senior leaders and assured them again and again that this was true, and then everyone became enthusiastic.
Just like what we thought, most people support it.
When I heard that I could contract the land myself and pay rent based on the land…"
Xie Wan interrupted him quickly, "It's not about paying rent. This is different from the tenants of the older generation."
Ren Dazhuang said, "Yes, I'm just using an analogy. When paying public grain, you pay public grain, and you can keep the rest for yourself. Most people are very positive about it.
Except for the widows, widows, disabled and five-guarantee households, who pointed out that the production team had previously distributed relief grain to them and asked whether it would continue to be distributed in the future, no one else objected. ”
This was within Xie Wan's expectations. Since ancient times, land has been the root of farmers.
Generally speaking, farmers would not object to being able to control the land in their own hands.
"So what's the problem?" she asked.
Ren Dazhuang said with a bitter face: "The problem lies in how to distribute the land, some are fertile fields, some are poor fields, some are mountainous land, and some are flat land.
Moreover, they are all so ambitious that they would like to own all the land in the village, become landlords themselves, and hire long-term workers.”
The reason why Xie Wan decided to pilot the project in Renjia Village first was to discover possible problems that might arise in these specific operations and come up with countermeasures in advance.
"Have you come up with a plan?"
Ren Dazhuang said: "We are all from the same village. If one family has more or less people, they will fight.
Our brigade discussed a plan first.
There are a total of 207 households in our brigade.
The most fair way to divide the village's land is to divide it into 207 portions, with a mix of fertile and lean land, and everyone draws lots.
Whether you catch well or not depends on your luck.
Those with bad luck get more land, and it’s no one’s fault.”
Xie Wan instinctively felt that this plan would definitely not work.
But she could also understand that the people in the brigade were still somewhat afraid of taking responsibility and wanted to be absolutely fair.
I have tried my best to come up with this solution.
"So after you told them about this plan, what was the villagers' reaction?"
Ren Dazhuang said angrily, “Most people didn’t say anything, but Ren Laoliu’s family started making a fuss.
There were nine sons in his family. During the collective labor period, his family always ranked first and received the most grain.
When the land was divided equally, his family suffered a loss and started to make trouble.
Once his family started to make trouble, several other families with many strong laborers also started to make trouble.
They pointed at the widow Qian and asked why she should be given the same amount of land as them since she was a widow and an orphan?
With so much land, even Widow Qian might not be able to cultivate it all.
Widow Qian refused to admit defeat and insisted that she was the one who farmed the land, and that her family must get as much as other families got.
I don't know who has such a bad heart but went to instigate my wife.
I said I made this plan just to take care of Widow Qian, but last night even your aunt had a fight with me..."
Xie Wan found it very funny.
"Uncle Dazhuang, we implemented the household contract responsibility system in order to break the egalitarianism and realize more work, more pay.
Isn't it just like eating from a big pot, changing the soup but not the medicine? Maybe the effect is even worse than eating from a big pot?
Have you ever thought about dividing it by head count?"
Ren Dazhuang said: "How could I not have thought about it? But the population of each household is different.
Do the elderly get a share? Do the children get a share?
Is it only for able-bodied laborers, or for everyone?
Also, girls have to get married, should they be divided?
Wouldn’t it be even more confusing if we discuss this way?”
At this time, there was really no precedent to refer to. Xie Wan himself was a city dweller in his previous life and knew nothing about the policy of rural land allocation.
She could only say, "Uncle Dazhuang, why don't you gather everyone in the brigade and let's discuss a new plan together."
As they were talking, there was a shout from outside the brigade: "Xie Wan, Xie Wan, you bitch, I know you're back, get out here!"
Xie Wan looked out the window and saw that Ren Tiezhu's family, both men and women, were coming to find her with hoes and sickles!
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