As soon as Fu Fu arrived at the platform, someone asked him to read out the train numbers and stations on the wooden sign. Fu Fu read them out one by one and received many thanks and envious looks, which made him feel a little embarrassed.
One of the benefits of serving in the army is that Fu Fu passed the Grade C diploma examination. It is no longer difficult to read pamphlets and newspapers. In the past, Fu Fu did not think that literacy was of any use, but after joining the army, he realized that those who cannot read can't even read basic skills.
He couldn't read the soldier's handbook, and he couldn't understand the maps and instructions on the blackboard during training. He had to ask others for advice on various orders and announcements issued by the company, as well as the soldier committee's notice to settle food expenses. This feeling was really unpleasant.
It felt so good - it made him feel that he was excluded from the group, and he suddenly became motivated to read and read. Fu Fu participated in a night school literacy class and passed the writing proficiency test quickly, but it still took him a long time to pass the Grade C diploma examination.
He has a lot of skills - Fu Fu is not very good at mathematics. Most of the indigenous people have no concept of mathematics. Many people can't even tell their age, and they can't talk about the concept of time at all. Therefore, the mathematics level of the C diploma is generally
Only the most basic understanding of numbers, knowing how to read calendars and clocks, and mastering addition, subtraction, multiplication and division within 100.
Because the watch industry has not yet gone into large-scale mass production, public timekeeping in Lingao still relies on traditional sound time telling. In places where there are tweeters, cable broadcasts are used to tell time, and in places where there is not, factory whistles are used to tell time. Ma Niao transfers
As an important transportation hub, the station has installed a cable broadcast system. In addition to telling the time, it also serves the purpose of educating and publicizing people waiting for the bus.
At this moment, the loudspeaker is chattering about the "spirit of the Autumn Tax Work Conference". The villagers have been exposed to cable broadcasts every day and can understand Newspeak to a certain extent. Everyone knows that this is
Everyone was listening attentively when they were talking about collecting the Autumn Fu.
Fu Fu had no land of his own, and he didn't care at all how much tax Fu Buer paid. He sat on a wooden bench and planned his own itinerary, and would buy some extra gifts for everyone after arriving in Dongmen City. Although he didn't care about Fu Fu.
Fuji and his wife do not have a deep relationship, and he is no longer Fu Fuji's "house boy" - Fu Fu is based on the "Concerning the Handling of Individual Civil Status of Soldiers Before Enlisting in the Army" jointly issued by the Political Department of the General Staff and the People's Committee for Civil Affairs.
"Measures" has gone through the "de-registration" procedures. However, the Fu family can still be regarded as one's own "family".
Just as he was thinking about it, someone suddenly tapped him on the shoulder. Fu Fu was startled. He turned around and saw that he was a middle-aged man, wearing a semi-Hyunluo hat, local blue cloth pleats, and trousers on his feet.
Wearing clear water cloth socks, blue cloth shoes, and a cloth "bag" on his shoulders, he looks like a small landowner or businessman.
"Deputy Master," the middle-aged man whispered, "since you work for the chiefs, you can always understand the new words they say, right?"
"Understood." Fu Fu nodded. All orders in the army, whether oral or written, are in Newspeak. If you don't understand it, it won't work. The senators have no interest in creating a dialect in their own areas.
Sample display area.
"Please tell me, what's going on in this chatterbox?" the middle-aged man begged, "I can't understand the Newspeak. Everyone said it was for this year's Autumn Fu Contest..."
"Helping others" and "military and civilians are one family" are concepts that are often instilled in soldiers in military education. Of course Fu Fu was instilled in his mind. When the masses have problems, of course he has to help.
The content of the documents on the radio is broadcast in a rolling manner. After playing a piece of music, it will be broadcast again. Unfortunately, there are too many new words that are unintelligible. Fortunately, in the past few days, the army has specially organized officers and soldiers to learn new skills.
Regarding the tax system, Wei Aiwen hopes that soldiers can serve as voluntary propagandists and explainers when they go back to visit relatives.
"What the chatterbox says is that this year's autumn tax collection will be based on acres of land -" Fu Fu gestured and tried to explain the part he could understand. The new agricultural tax is based on the standard acres of property rights for each household determined when the acres were measured last year.
The quantity is calculated and the fertility of the fields is weighted. The overall concept is a progressive system. The agricultural tax in the county is divided into five levels according to the amount and fertility of the land. The more fertile the land, the tax rate will be higher.
The higher.
"This is not about killing the rich..." the middle-aged man blurted out. He immediately realized that this man was a "businessman" and was startled. He swallowed back half of his words and looked at Fu Fu in fear.
Fu Fu knew that according to the provisions of the "Military Manual", it was also an important task to publicize the government's policies to the people. What's more, they had also studied the documents and had some understanding of the leaders' intentions.
"Looking at your old appearance, you are a grain farmer, right?" Fu Fu said.
"We have so many acres of land at home." The middle-aged man's face became increasingly uneasy, "My life is not easy..."
"Don't cry about being poor." Fu Fu found it a bit funny. He looked like he was about to blackmail him. "Even if you are in the highest grade and only draw one out of ten, how big a burden can you have?"
When Australians collect taxes, they don't have "floating taxes" or "extra payments". You don't have to spend money on straw sandals to go to the countryside with grain stipends. You have to take care of yourself... In the past, there were less positive taxes, more extra payments, and more bad regulations.
. The local government will also come to 'encourage donations' and 'free warehouse grain'. Now you just need to pay the official tax and that's it. Do you think you have to pay more or less than before?"
The middle-aged man nodded thoughtfully: "That's right, little brother."
"Besides, haven't all the taxes collected by the chief been spent on us people? You see, the road is smooth and smooth, and there is also this cattle station. In the past, the government exploited how much food was taken from everyone every year, and everyone couldn't even go out.
There is no decent road, and to build a wooden bridge, we have to work together. Isn’t this the difference between heaven and earth?”
These words were all said by the leaders during daily political studies. Fu Fu felt that they were reasonable and reasonable, and people were convinced after hearing them, so he simply used them to learn and sell them.
Ordinary people in the countryside are mostly taciturn, even small and medium-sized landowners are no exception. Of course they were speechless after what he said. The whole article is full of his reasons. Although I feel that I have more land, I will be speechless.
I feel unwilling to pay more taxes, but my original complaints seem to be "unreasonable". Rural people do not have the ability to think deeply, but they can see the issue of interests clearly. Fu Fu used the past and present.
The comparison immediately allowed him to see who harmed his interests more and who benefited him more.
"The oxcart to Bopu is about to leave at 12:30." As an indigenous staff member shouted on the platform with a large iron trumpet, another staff member came over and used a special long pole to flip and hang it on the truss.
There is a flip-up train number plate on the bus, which shows the arrival location and departure time in sequence.
Fu Fu quickly picked up his backpack and queued up to get on the bus - the army had taught him enough discipline, but spiritual civilization had obviously not yet penetrated into the people. So Fu Fu became a very important member of the staff at the transfer station.
Good role model.
"Look at the soldiers of the Fubo Army. They all line up consciously. These are all elderly - they must set an example for the young people." The eloquence of the indigenous staff is generally well trained.
In addition, the rattan sticks in their hands were very convincing, and the order was restored to normal after a while.
The four-wheeled oxcart looks very heavy, but in fact the mass of the body itself is not large - this is due to the extensive use of steel parts, which greatly reduces the weight while ensuring structural strength. There are three people in a row on the car.
, a total of 6 rows, can seat 18 people, plus the driver and driver can each sit next to each other, the total passenger capacity is 20 people, luggage and other things are hung outside the car by suspension. Four bulls act as
Traction.
"Brother, please sit next to me." Si Cheng patted the wooden seat next to him.
"Thank you." Fu Fu threw his toilet bag into the car and got in. The driver's seat was in the front of the car, with a very good view. The driver was a man in his thirties, wearing a gray t-shirt with two pockets.
They wear cloth "work clothes" and have a cloth ticket with the words "Highway Passenger Transport" sewn on the chest. This is the uniform style of clothing for all people who "eat public meals".
The driver took out a pack of cigarettes and said, "How about one, little brother?"
"No." Fu Fu speculated. He was not used to such choking things. "You can smoke it."
The driver lit one for himself. The driver cracked his whip. As soon as the ox cart started, everyone rushed forward. Fu Fu quickly steadied himself and grabbed the handrail.
"Brother, are you going back for vacation?"
"Yes, let's go back for vacation. We just came back from the front line."
"It's a good thing that you're back safe and sound." The driver puffed out a puff of smoke, "Was the battle going to be serious?"
"It was just patrolling and suppressing bandits. I just walked and climbed mountains. I didn't have much contact with the officers and soldiers - they were all frightened by the cannons."
The driver looked at his uniform: "What does the i on your collar badge mean?"
"It's the 1st Infantry Battalion."
"Oh, we were called the security team at that time."
"When I joined the army, it was also called the Security Corps. When the soldiers were sent to our village, I was the one to go." Fu Fu said, "Brother, have you also been a soldier?"
"I worked," the driver nodded, "and then he retired after being injured." He swung his leg, "I lost a foot while suppressing bandits in the county."
Fu Fu looked down and saw a wooden leg protruding from under his trousers. Then he saw the red first-level battle wounded ribbon nailed to the sleeve of his overalls. He couldn't help but feel in awe.
"It turns out to be senior." Fu Fu said, "Why don't you wear a medal..." Fu Fu also participated in the battle to suppress bandits in Lingao and received a commemorative medal for the Lingao Pingding.
"That thing can't replace my legs." Sicheng exhaled a puff of smoke, "But by killing the bandits, all the people in the county benefited. It can be regarded as a good deed, so I accept it." (
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