The old man in front of him was no ordinary man. Facing such a man who had long held the country's financial and economic power, Jiang Yilu looked straight into his eyes and felt unprecedented pressure.
Jiang Yilu realized that this was another test from the old man. The last time they met was to test his courage, but this time, he wanted to test his insight.
This was something he didn't quite understand. The old man opposite him didn't seem to simply want to understand him. His actions seemed to have deeper meaning.
"Xiaobao, don't be nervous. Just think of it as a conversation between you and your Grandpa Ruan at home. I'm about the same age as them, so you can totally treat me as a close elder."
Cheng Yan thought that he was putting too much pressure on him, so he relaxed his posture and leaned back in his chair, and his intimidation immediately decreased. Jiang Yilu was ashamed. How could he dare to treat the old man in front of him as an ordinary elder? He didn't know how Grandpa Ruan told him about himself. Jiang Yilu felt that he had been dug a pit and had to jump in.
At this point, Jiang Yilu could only rack his brains and think about the changes in national policies and economy over the years.
"I think that if we want to solve the problems our country is facing now, we must take a two-pronged approach - internal reform and external opening up."
Jiang Yiliu took a deep breath and looked into the old man's eyes and answered. He didn't know whether the old man opposite him had discussed this move with the legendary leader at this time. After all, there was still a full year and a half before the meeting next year.
"Oh, what do you mean?" Cheng Ying's eyes lit up, and looking at the slightly immature boy in front of him, his initial calmness was gone.
These days, this group of old guys often discuss how the country's future should change. The measure that Jiang Yilu just mentioned is exactly what he and the old leader have in mind.
This child is only fourteen years old this year. If he is allowed to grow up, China will not have to worry about having no successors. Cheng Yan was excited and relieved. He tried his best to pretend that he didn't care and used his eyes to signal Jiang Yiliu to continue.
"Now the industrial and agricultural output value is declining year by year. The domestic emergency situation has reached the point where it must be improved. At the beginning, you proposed a planned economy. Enterprises cannot operate independently. Production and sales are all under the control of state organs. Personal consumption is all carried out with coupons. Food, clothing, housing and transportation are all inseparable from state control."
Jiang Yilu racked his brains to think of everything he could think of. It was only the beginning of 1977. If the major initiative that was only proposed at the end of 1978 could be pushed forward, it would be beneficial to the country and the people.
"From the perspective of when the plan was formulated, this decree did have merit, but decades later, the planned economy is now the only one that thrives, which can be said to be adding insult to injury for the current domestic situation."
"Xiaobao!"
Bai Fangqiu frowned, thinking that his words were too blunt. After all, the issuance of this decree was inextricably linked to the old man opposite.
"Go on!" Cheng Yun's eyes could no longer be described as admiring. It was simply like the expression of a hungry tiger seeing its prey.
There was no anger as Bai Fangqiu had imagined. On the contrary, every word Jiang Yilu said touched his heart.
This also strengthened the decision he had just made.
"The disadvantage of the planned economy is that it discourages the people's enthusiasm for production. Let's take the Qingshan Production Cooperative as an example. Our village distributes grain every year at a rate of 60% per person and 40% per worker, which is also the grain distribution method of most production cooperatives. The original intention of this distribution method was to take care of the elderly and children, so that when they have no labor, they will not starve to death by relying on the 60% of grain distributed equally on a per capita basis. But over time, when everyone finds that they will not starve to death whether they work more or less, and even those who are lazy and work for three days and rest for two days can enjoy the benefits of the grain they work hard to grow, they will naturally have an idea - is my hard work for myself or for others?"
Jiang Yilu shook his head. The villagers in their Qingshan Village were considered to be relatively hardworking and down-to-earth, but there were definitely quite a few people who had this idea. As time went on, more and more people had this idea. The declining grain output value year by year was the best proof of this.
"I believe you are most familiar with this."
Initially, Cheng Ying proposed the policy of contracting output to households in order to solve problems in agricultural production. He had conducted field investigations in rural areas, and he had personal experience of what Jiang Yiluo described.
"The current economy is like a stagnant pool of water, because the people living here have lost their vitality first." Jiang Yilu seemed to have his Ren and Du meridians opened up, and he became more and more relaxed as he spoke: "If you want to make the economy active, you have to give the people living here a sense of purpose. To put it bluntly, how many people are truly selfless? Most people still value their own families the most. Only by letting them really taste the sweetness, stimulating their enterprising spirit, and increasing their labor force, can the economy develop rapidly."
As Jiang Yilu continued to talk, Cheng Ying kept nodding his head until Jiang Yilu became thirsty and subconsciously picked up the teacup in front of him. Only then did he stop talking after realizing that the water in it was almost gone.
"The young are to be feared."
Cheng Yan exclaimed in admiration, looking at Jiang Yilu with a complicated look in his eyes, "We, the old waves, are almost beaten to death on the beach. How did the Xinjiang aid team teach you to be such a smart guy? If I had known earlier, I should have thrown Xiao Ai over with me."
Xia Ai ate the cake silently, without any change in her expression.
Jiang Yilu was able to say all this because of his experience in his previous life. Cheng Yun's praise really made him feel unworthy: "Grandpa Cheng, you must have thought of all the things I can think of. I am just giving a brief talk based on the recent political trends."
Cheng Yan did not respond. Jiang Yiliu was right. The old men mentioned what he said during their private gatherings and had carefully considered the feasibility of the plan. However, they were five or six hundred years old in total, and the little boy in front of him was only fourteen years old. When he was fourteen, he had just graduated from high school and was an apprentice in a bookstore because of his poor family background.
"You still have four years to study. When you graduate, you will be exactly eighteen years old." Cheng Ying tapped the table, his eyes slightly narrowed.
I am still too young, but being young is actually an advantage. A newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger. It is precisely because I am young that I dare to fight and struggle.
"Have you thought about your future after graduation?" Cheng Yan wanted to ask Jiang Yilu about his plans. Nowadays, all college graduates are guaranteed jobs, especially those from top universities like Huaqing. After graduation, they either work in ordinary universities or work as grassroots managers in government agencies or factories. The starting point is above everyone else.
"Now that order is gradually being restored, I'm afraid Grandpa Cheng will not continue to allow the single collective economy to continue. Within two years, private ownership and the shareholding economy will surely rise. Foreign trade and capital introduction are also inevitable measures for China to promote the national economy. I don't have any big ambitions, I just want to make a little money in that huge wave."
After being reborn, Jiang Yilu still wants to live a stable and secure life.
Cheng Ying frowned. He didn't expect that the young man in front of him had only such a small wish. But he was still impressed by his keen understanding of economics and politics.
Xiaobao was right. Within two years, China's economic policies would definitely face a major upheaval. This was a tacit decision that he and his old leader had already made privately. He planned to go into business at that time. He had both knowledge and courage. However, this courage was far from what he had imagined.
"Have you ever thought about going into politics?" Cheng Ying gave up the temptation and asked directly.
After just chatting for a while, he appreciated the child in front of him more and more. Every thought and action of his touched his heart, like a worm in his stomach. Most importantly, the child was still young and had a bright future. With his insight and courage, his future prospects...
Cheng Yan also has his own selfish motives. The current politics is not clear. On the surface, the Gang of Four has been overthrown, but the problems they left behind have not been completely solved. He and the old leaders are facing suppression and exclusion from other factions every day. The future of the motherland cannot rely on these old men alone. Now they are in a period of transition. After all, their faction has suffered too much in those years.
It is also his responsibility to train suitable successors for the country.
Jiang Yilu was really stunned by the old man's words. To be honest, he had never thought about going into politics. After all, in his heart, the path of politics was quite far away from him.
Jiang Yilu thought about it again and again, but still shook his head at the old man. Political situation was treacherous, so he decided not to get involved.
Cheng Yan looked at Jiang Yilu's reaction and felt a little disappointed, but when he thought about it, no matter how smart he was, he was just a fourteen-year-old child, and he thought some things were too simple and naive.
He did not force it too much. After seeing Jiang Yilu's answer, he changed the subject, which made Jiang Yilu breathe a sigh of relief.
Talking to such an idol and great man is really stressful.
"Has the problem with your several residences not been solved yet?"
Cheng Yun asked Jiang Yilu and his grandson to enjoy the cake, while he pretended to chat with Bai Fangqiu unintentionally.
"Your temper is still the same." Cheng Yan smiled and shook his head. "It's obviously just a simple matter, but you made it so complicated. Look at those people who came back with you, every one of them handled the matter perfectly. It's just because you are easy to talk to, so you're trying to take advantage of the situation."
"You also know my temper."
Bai Fangqiu didn't care about what the other person said at all and smiled calmly.
"I heard your old house is haunted recently. What's going on here?"
When Cheng Yan mentioned this, Jiang Yiluo couldn't help but prick up his ears while eating cake.
Bai Fangqiu smiled and glanced at Jiang Yiliu imperceptibly: "It's just a rumor. I've lived there for so long, but I haven't seen any ghosts."
Although there is no evidence, Bai Fangqiu feels that this must be related to Xiaobao.
Cheng Yan didn't plan to delve into the matter: "Since you don't plan to show up, I can only let this old man be the bad guy. When the time comes, I will send the guards to make sure you get away with it."
The house belongs to Bai Fangqiu. Even if Cheng Yun stands up for him, no one can find any evidence against him.
Not everyone is like Bai Fangqiu, who has power and background. Ordinary people, like Sheng Rong, who sold his old house to Jiang Yilu, also had their houses occupied, but he ended up having to live in a makeshift wooden house.
Cheng Yan felt that he couldn't let this situation continue to deteriorate. He had to find a way to let those victims back then get back their rightful property.
He had worked hard for half a month, but his plan hadn't been completely successful yet. Grandpa Cheng's casual words completely resolved the matter. Jiang Yiliu naturally didn't doubt the old man's ability. He was happy for Grandpa Bai, but also a little disappointed.
This is the power of rights!
Jiang Yilu's heart was slightly touched, and he himself did not realize that at this moment, his thoughts had changed slightly.
Cheng Yun looked at his expression, exchanged a glance with Bai Fangqiu, and smiled like an old fox.
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