"That's right, brother, you are a sensible person, just explain it to us properly."

In the carriage, there were people from Hongxing Village constantly speaking in agreement.

Peng Tou saw that the atmosphere was almost settled, so he said: "Okay, then I will tell you."

"First of all, you have to understand what the 'two-field system' is."

"We all know this. Aren't they the ration fields and the responsibility fields? The ration fields only pay agricultural taxes, while the responsibility fields not only have to pay agricultural taxes but also pay contract fees to the village." Liu Xiaozi replied.

"Yes, let me tell you about this ration field first. Do you know how much one person is given for the ration field in our village?"

“0.6 acres per person!”

"So many!" Hongxing Village suddenly started talking, and everyone was shocked.

This is a full half more than each of them. This is equivalent to how three people in my family can catch up with the land shared by two people. This gap is not small.

"The ration field itself is stipulated by the state as 0.4-0.6 acres of land. The village usually determines the number of ration fields according to a certain ratio, and the rest is the responsibility field. That is to say, if the total cultivated land remains unchanged

, the more ration fields there are, the less responsibility fields there are, do you understand this?" Peng Tou explained.

"I understand this," Liu Xiaozi replied.

"Then let's continue. As the village chief, I naturally hope that the more responsible fields, the better. Because there are few grain fields and we don't have enough land to plant crops, we can only contract more responsible fields. In this way, we will pay more contract fees. Then the village

Don’t you have money? With money, you can naturally build roads, build bridges, carry out construction, and achieve political achievements so that you can continue to be promoted.”

"Of course, there are also many village cadres who have enriched their own pockets, so you all understand."

Peng Tou pointedly said, looking at the villagers of Hongxing Village inside the cart.

"Fuck, no wonder Zhang Quan and his family were able to build a small foreign-style building. He must have made a lot of money after working for so many years!" Liu Xiaozi heard this, thought for a moment, and immediately shouted out.

But Mr. Liu, who was sitting next to him, grabbed Mr. Liu and stopped him from talking nonsense.

"Master Liu, why are you pulling me?" After being pulled to sit down by Master Liu, Liu Xiaozi asked Master Liu excitedly.

"Don't talk nonsense. If these words reach Zhang Quan's ears, it will be your family that suffers."

As the saying goes, people become better with age. Of course, Mr. Liu saw clearly what Zhang Quan and his gang did in Hongxing Village, but he only dared to get angry and dare not speak out.

Peng Tou heard Liu Xiaozi's impulsive words and saw the movements of Mr. Liu's hands. He smiled slightly and continued: "Actually, there is another name. Maybe you don't know it, it's called 'accumulation field'."

"'Cumulative fields' are wastelands that were originally uncultivated in the village. On the surface, they are wastelands, but in fact they are uncultivated farmland. The village has the right to autonomously dispose of it. It can either rent it to others through bidding or allocate it to the village.

Each household must also collect contract fees.

"For example, in our village, the more than 180 acres of 'accumulated land' has been evenly distributed to each household. Each household only needs to pay normal agricultural taxes and lower contract fees, and they can grow whatever they want every year.

I can make some money."

"Every village has this kind of 'accumulation fields', and your village must also have them. You just don't know it. I heard that the village chiefs of many villages secretly hacked these 'accumulation fields', and then

Raise other people’s contract fees to make up for your own holes.”

As Peng Tou spoke, he looked at Mr. Liu intentionally or unintentionally.

I thought to myself, this old man must know something.

"What the hell, the 'cumulative field' in our village must have been discredited by that bastard Zhang Quan. Who has ever heard of the 'cumulative field'? The annual contract tax is so high.

As a result, the big guy can’t make any money at all from farming, and all his love is working for Zhang Quan!”

Another relatively young man, after listening to Peng Tou's words, he suddenly figured out the trick and cursed.

"That's right, this book is so bad. He didn't say anything about the illegal land and asked us to pay taxes for him. No wonder they are all from the same village. The more land we farm, the more money we will lose. He

Zhang Quan kept silent, his warehouses were full of grain every year, and he lived in a small foreign-style house. It turned out that he got the oil from us!"

"No, this time our family will no longer reserve land for farming. Whoever likes it can do it."

"You said that it's useless. Now it's all about 'two fields complement each other, and the land can't be moved'. The land contracted by your family has not expired. Don't you have to pay whether you plant or not?"

"What the hell, what do you mean? We are getting poorer and poorer, and he is getting richer and richer. If this continues, our family won't even be able to eat."

Suddenly, people inside the car could be heard cursing and whispering.

When Peng Tou saw that the desired effect had been achieved, he stopped talking and just listened quietly.

After a while, the convoy arrived at the farmland of the first family. The four wheels stopped and people began to jump out of the car one after another.

The village chief was sitting in the last four-wheeled vehicle, escorting the farm tools for harvesting the land. When he saw the place, he started to greet: "Come here to get the tools. Please be careful and don't get hurt."

The main tool in land harvesting is actually a sickle. The blade of this thing is very sharp. If you accidentally touch someone, you will definitely be injured.

Fortunately, everyone is a banker, so they all know how powerful this thing is, and they are very careful when using it.

Several people in Liu Xiaozi's car also came over, ready to get the sickles, but there were no smiles on their faces, and their whole bodies were full of anger.

"What's wrong with you? Why do you all look like this?" Seeing something obviously wrong with these people, other villagers in Hongxing Village asked curiously.

"Damn it, it's weird to be so happy. Do you know why our village is so poor because other people's villages are so rich?"

Seeing someone asking, Liu Xiaozi couldn't hold back and spoke.

"For what reason?" When the man heard what Liu Xiaozi said, he asked hurriedly.

Liu Xiaozi was about to tell this man from the same village what he heard, but he was stopped again by Mr. Liu next to him.

"Boy Liu, bring me a sickle." Mr. Liu said to Mr. Liu.

"Master Liu, after you go to the ground for a while, please stop slowly. I will follow you. Let's do your work next to you."

Liu Xiaozi handed over a brand new sickle and said to Mr. Liu.

Master Liu took the sickle, grabbed Liu Xiaozi's arm, pulled him aside, and then whispered:

"Trouble comes from the mouth, you young man, don't talk nonsense to them if you have nothing to do. Zhang Quan has a back-up behind him. Even the township head dare not care about him. If you offend him, how can you still hang out in the village from now on? Others will not change."

The law will take care of you." Mr. Liu persuaded him earnestly.

"But Mr. Liu, I just can't swallow this! Why do I work so hard to farm, but in the end I can't even eat, while others live in a small Western-style house and drive a car? This is not fair!"

It was really hard for Liu Xiaozi to calm down in his heart. A seed of hatred seemed to be planted in fertile soil, constantly absorbing nutrients and began to take root and sprout.

"Hey, there is no fairness in this world. Let's go and get to work."
Chapter completed!