Chu Chengmu worked hard at Lao Chu's hometown for three days before getting all the harvest from the fields into the warehouse. Then he stayed with the old man at his hometown for two days, carrying small snowflakes up and down the mountain.

We played all over the river and didn't go home until dark.

There is not much food grown here. Apart from carrying a few loads of food to the grain station to pay the food tax, the rest is enough to last for a year. These days, there is already a policy of using money to offset the food tax, but there are

Several farmers were willing to use money to cover several loads of grain.

The country will not introduce policies until next year to abolish the food tax in most provinces. Not only will you not pay taxes on growing food, but you will also be given subsidies, about 50-150 yuan per mu of land. If the food tax is completely abolished, it will not be until the end of 2005.

The abolition of agricultural taxes ended the "imperial grain national tax" that had existed for more than two thousand years in Chinese history.

In this era, many times, people only compare our country horizontally with other developed countries. This is unfair. How many years have it been since the founding of other countries and how many years have they accumulated? How long has it been since our founding? As long as there is a little

Conscience, if you compare it vertically on a timeline, you will find that the lives of our people are actually getting better and better.

Chu Chengmu, who was so tired that he was mopping the floor when he walked, finally returned home. In addition to the four days of fighting at Lao Meng's house, counting the time, almost half a month has passed since he returned home from Xianyu Mountain.

"Yan Shumo, why are you at my house?" Chu Chengmu kicked open the door and was surprised to find Yan Shumo sitting on the sofa in his living room, holding half a watermelon, blowing on the air conditioner and watching TV. He couldn't tell at all.

I cried my heart out a few days ago.

"Xiao Mo is here? I asked him to come over and help feed Nuo Nuo." Lao Meng pushed Chu Cheng Mu from behind to signal him not to block the door, and then picked up the Chu Cheng Mu with one hand and shook his head and tail.

Little black dog.

"What's going on? I think you seem to be in a good mood?" Chu Chengmu put down the duffel bag in his hand, sat down next to Yan Shumo, grabbed the watermelon from his hand, took a big spoonful, and said vaguely

Don't know the way.

"Hello Aunt Meng, hello Uncle Chu, are you done?" Yan Shumo didn't bother to snatch the watermelon back from Chu Chengmu, and stood up to say hello.

"Why are you being so polite, Xiao Mo? Sit down and watch your own TV and don't worry about us!" Lao Meng waved his hand carelessly and carried the little black dog into the bedroom.

"How is your mother's health?" Lao Chu sat down on the sofa, and the sofa immediately made an overwhelmed creaking sound.

"My mother's health is much better and she hasn't taken oxygen for the past two days." Yan Shumo said happily.

"Oh?" Chu Chengmu raised his eyebrows. No wonder this guy seemed to be in a good mood and even came to my house to watch TV. Let me tell you, how could my little butterfly kill Aunt Li with one wing?

, even though they still have three years to live, why do they all say they are about to die?

"What about your dad?" Lao Chu lit a cigarette and threw the cigarette case and lighter to Yan Shumo. He knew that this kid smoked and was just pretending to be a good boy in front of his dad. It didn't matter whether he smoked alone or not.

Look at your fingers and teeth, you can't hide the smell on your body at all.

"Hey, thank you, Uncle Chu. You don't know, this period of time has made me suffocate. My mother can't smell the cigarette, so I have to secretly smoke outside. But there are so many excuses to go out all day long. There are so many excuses at home.

I’ve bought all the seasonings, and lately I’ve been thinking about flushing the soy sauce, vinegar, etc. down the toilet.”

Yan Shumo lit up the cigarette, took a nice puff and then continued:

"Now I don't even dare to take cigarettes home. I hide them in the flower pot at the door. Who knows who the hell stole it for me? I have changed several flower pots, hiding and stealing every day."

"Ah, by the way, my dad is catching up on his nap at home. He was exhausted during this period. My mom is feeling better, so he can relax and have a good sleep. I always encounter this kick at home.

For that matter, he might as well come to your house and stay there until he is almost asleep before going back."

"Your dad told me a few days ago that he has been lucky recently and picks up cigarettes at the door every day!" Lao Chu was amused when he heard this and said with a smile.

Seeing Yan Shumo's frozen expression, Chu Chengmu couldn't help but burst into laughter, and sprayed watermelon seeds in his face.

"Ah ah ah, Chu Chengmu, I will fight with you."

Seeing the two of them laughing and joking for a while, Lao Chu stood up and patted Yan Shumo on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I won't tell your dad. You said he is a goddamn man. You are playing with Xiao Mu. You can go home."

Tell him when Dad wakes up and I will go find him later."

Seeing Lao Chu also enter the room, Yan Shumo complained: "Your dad is so stubborn, such a big man scares a child like me."

"Are you still a child? Aunt Li is so kind?" Chu Chengmu handed the half-hollowed watermelon to Yan Shumo.

"Can I still lie to you? My godmother, Dr. Qiu, your savior, has also come to check you out." Yan Shumo sat down on the sofa holding the watermelon, shaking his legs, and said dissatisfied.

"That's good. Didn't I confirm that someone was dying a while ago?" Chu Chengmu rolled his eyes at him.

"By the way, there was a cartoon shown recently. Have you watched it?" Yan Shumo said suddenly.

"How old are you, and you still watch cartoons?" Chu Chengmu said with disdain.

"This cartoon is different, it's very bloody, and the key point is really hard to understand." Yan Shumo hurriedly defended when he heard that Chu Chengmu despised him.

"Oh? What's your name?" After hearing what Yan Shumo said, Chu Chengmu probably guessed which anime he was talking about.

It's bloody and I can't understand it. Isn't that just "New World Evangelion"? When it was introduced in China, it was translated into "New Century Sky Warrior". At first, I thought it was a hot-blooded mecha anime, and it was even shown on CCTV's children's section.

As a result, it seems to have been discontinued after only a few episodes.

"What's it called "New Century Sky Eagle Warrior"? It's pretty good, but I can't stand the opening song. It sounds like a dead horse in the house." Yan Shumo thought for a moment and said.

"Buy the disc and watch it yourself! This anime will probably stop airing after a few episodes!" Chu Chengmu shook his head and said boredly.

The old version of "Neon Genesis Evangelion" incorporates a lot of religious elements, so people who don't have that knowledge may find it confusing.

However, no matter how powerful something is, it cannot withstand decades of scrutiny. In addition, in the later period, Anno Akihide, an old ruffian who likes people in leather jackets, took this classic IP seriously and commercial theater versions came one after another.

The rest of the story is basically about selling feelings, and it’s purely a matter of continuation.

I still remember when I first saw Asuka, no, it was Shikinami and the little glasses who were not clear, it made Chu Chengmu feel sick, ah, my Xiangxiang, Chu Chengmu was heartbroken.

"What's the matter? Have you seen it?" Yan Shumo asked curiously.

"What else? You, a quasi-college student, think this anime is bloody. If you put it on a children's channel, do you think children will have nightmares after watching it? Anyway, when I saw the green eyes of Unit 1, I felt sick when they suddenly regenerated.

It’s so annoying!”

"That makes sense. I'll go see if there are any CDs for sale tomorrow. The last time I watched it so much was "Ghost in the Shell". It made my scalp numb and I always felt like there was a thread on the back of my head.

***."

"By the way, what did you just say? I always feel that there is something very important that I forgot to remind you." Yan Shumo was suddenly startled and said.

"What did I say? I said this movie will make you feel bloody after watching it!"

"No, that's not what you said just now."

"Snake essence disease, what I just said is, what else, this anime would seem bloody to a quasi-college student like you, but if you put it..." Chu Chengmu rolled his eyes and said.

"Ah, I remembered." When Yan Shumo heard the words "quasi-college student," he suddenly sat up and said, "The college entrance examination results are out."

"Hmm." Chu Chengmu blinked his eyes. Can he say that he was as tired as a dog during this period and completely forgot about the college entrance examination results?
Chapter completed!