In half a day, they collected nearly a thousand kilograms of dried goods, and the next day Meng Sheng found a ox cart to deliver them.
In order to avoid the villagers suspecting how much money they had made from them, their good intentions ended up being blamed by everyone.
He also stopped his parents from helping to drive the car, and instead found a few people who had some influence in the village to go to the county town with him.
When he arrived at the place, he found an opportunity to inform the store employees in advance and asked them to cooperate in performing a play.
When he came back from the county the next day, everyone in the village felt that he was different from Meng Chengliang and the others. He was a good man who was not motivated by personal gain but always cared about his fellow villagers when something good happened.
After all the trouble, Feng Yijia and Meng Sheng's reputations improved, and the people in the village who used to live their lives in an orderly manner day after day also became more active.
It is human nature to pursue profit, and the policies of the past few decades have placed heavy shackles on this nature.
Once people see someone around them breaking free, it's only a matter of time before they follow suit.
After Meng Sheng finished this work, before he could show up in front of Feng Yi's family to relieve his homesickness, his parents arranged for him to pay public grain.
Although grain tax is now paid on a household basis, the grain stations only collect the grain within a few days.
So when the notice to pay public grain came, almost all the villagers took action together.
Every household needed ox carts and mule carts at that time, but they were difficult to borrow, so wheelbarrows and handcarts came into play.
Meng Sheng's family has nearly five acres of land and has to pay about 500 kilograms of grain.
Instead of letting his parents push the cart for dozens of miles along the mountain roads to transport grain, he rode his bicycle back and forth twice to take all the grain to the grain station.
You can give some money and notes to the staff who collect the grain, so you don’t have to queue up to hand in your grain and risk having it returned for re-drying.
It took Meng Sheng most of the day to pay his family's public grain tax.
When I came back in the afternoon, I still had time to go for a walk in the mountains, visit Feng Yi's house, and shoot a pheasant to add to my dinner.
It was during dinner when Meng Chenglin, who had paid public grain for many years, asked him why he came back so soon, and Meng Sheng told the truth.
Then the ears suffer.
The honest and quiet old man Meng put down his bowl and chopsticks and started talking nonsense: "You are a spendthrift, don't you?
After making a few bucks, he's already so proud that he doesn't even know his own name. He only thinks money is the key to success!
Look at how capable you are. It seems that this huge Mengjia Village can hardly accommodate you!
To put it more broadly, you are corrupting state officials and violating laws and regulations.
To put it simply, you are fostering the greed of the grain station staff and breaking the rules.
It's because of people like you that those who honestly pay their dues are picked on and bullied.
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Meng Sheng's ears were often callused by his mother's nagging, but this was the first time he was lectured by his father, and he was speechless for a moment.
In the end, Chen Hongxing felt sorry for her son and interrupted her husband's nagging.
“Alright, alright!
The saliva is spraying into the food!
If you continue to say this, your son will have to die to atone for his sin.
It's just a little money spent and some convenience in return. It's not worth it for you to put one hat after another on your son.
Look at you, you have followed your two good cousins for so many years, and you haven't learned anything else, but you do know a lot of big principles.
….”
When the person at the top of the food chain in the family spoke, Meng Chenglin fell silent.
I just saw that my son was in a bad mood.
Chen Hongxing said to Meng Sheng privately, "Don't pay attention to your father. He was made stupid by those slogans a few years ago.
He is very slow-witted, so he was the worst off among his brothers.
But now it seems that although life is a bit hard, it is stable and solid.
No need to worry about what might happen.”
Meng Sheng knew his mother was teaching him a lesson in disguise, so he made a couple of "hmm" and "ah" sounds to get by, then turned to Feng Yijia and muttered, "They haven't experienced the afterlife, so they talk to me like this.
Just look at it ten years later. If you want to open a small restaurant in the countryside, you have to take care of village cadres at all levels.
Otherwise, they will come to your house to check the hygiene today and the fire protection tomorrow, and they will not stop until you have to close your business.
Especially in a remote area like ours, where the government doesn't have other significant revenue sources and everyone has few sources of income, if they catch a sheep, they'd be tempted to pluck it all out!"
“Why is it that after a few decades, there are almost no people left in the village?
Besides the inconvenience of living here due to its remote location, you can't make any money.
It’s not that the villagers don’t have ways to make money, but the little money they earn from the projects they do manage to get off the ground is barely enough to feed themselves.”
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