In the 1990s, the economy was not very developed.
At that time, the "state grain" eaten by soldiers and government workers was all handed over by farmers and was called "public grain."
Sometimes the rice yield is low and other harvests are not ideal either. Every household is worried and can’t help but complain: After working so hard, we have to hand in the tax again. We are so exhausted like an ox!
In order to reduce the burden on villagers, the tax was changed to be collected twice a year.
In July of every year, villagers have to hand over the public grain for the first half of that year, and in January of the following year they have to hand over the public grain for the second half of the previous year.
Due to uneven harvests, some people stopped farming and went out to work.
Therefore, those who had grain handed it over, and those who didn't had their grain discounted for RMB.
Initially, each household paid a certain amount of public grain based on the amount of land they owned.
Later, the number of people in each family was used to determine the amount of public grain to be paid.
In other words, the more people in each family, the more land they are allocated, and naturally the more public grain they have to pay.
Early in the morning of that day, Ai Cheng came to the village commune to pay the public grain.
The village chief was very surprised when he saw him.
"Lao Ai, didn't you say you don't have money to pay the public tax for the time being?"
Qin Shengguo looked at Ai Cheng in front of him and smiled gently: "If there are really difficulties, it doesn't matter if it's later."
"I'm sorry to have made the village chief laugh."
Ai Cheng smiled awkwardly and lowered his voice: "A few days ago, Yue Bao found a ginseng in the mountains and asked someone to sell it for some money. It was just enough to pay back the grain tax, so I came to pay it back!"
"Oh, so that's how it is!"
Qin Shengguo nodded in understanding: "It's up to you then! Go get a notebook and register."
"Okay, please help the village chief."
“It’s my duty!”
Qin Shengguo took the notebook and made a registration, then handed the matter over to other staff.
Ai Cheng paid his taxes and felt relieved, as if a huge stone had been lifted from his shoulders.
"Old Ai, you are so lucky!"
Qin Shengguo looked at Ai Cheng deeply and smiled faintly: "My wife has been praising your little girl all the time!"
Ai Cheng was slightly stunned for a moment, then smiled innocently: "It's my sister-in-law's kindness."
However, that look was full of pride and pride: his Yuebao was indeed a little lucky star!
"I'll definitely visit you someday when I'm free."
"Okay, come to my house when you have time."
Ai Cheng didn't think too much about it and invited him enthusiastically. After a slight pause, he smiled and said, "Village Chief, I have something to do, so I'll leave first."
"Okay, take care!"
Qin Shengguo nodded knowingly and turned to enter the commune.
Little did they know, at the gate of the commune, a man watched Ai Cheng leave, murmuring in confusion: "What does ginseng look like? It's so strange that it can be exchanged for money and even enough to pay the grain tax."
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When Ai Yunyue was about to leave with Xiao Zi in her arms, a young girl ran towards her and looked at her with a red face.
Ai Yunyue: “…”
Who is this girl?
Why are you looking at her so strangely?
"Ai Yunyue, are you okay?"
The girl glanced at the two young men behind Ai Yunyue and looked at her enthusiastically and concernedly.
Ai Yunyue was stunned for a moment and blinked: "Miss, who are you?"
"You...you don't know me?"
The girl was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but widen her eyes, with a hint of anger on her face: "Did you do this on purpose?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Cheng, who was standing aside, looked at Ai Yunyue with a bewildered face and burst out laughing.
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