From Hu Bayao's drunken talk, I also got a general idea. His job is not very reliable. It's just that I don't have much to do at the moment, which is better than nothing. And those countrymen who are usually "above and above"

Cadres here don't seem to be so high-ranking. Everyone is a brother-in-law. It completely subverted the image of "cadres" in my mind since I was a child. I feel that they are still very approachable.

I still remember when I was a kid, cadres from the countryside and the village came to my house to collect "extra-birth money", which was about 900 yuan. Now, 900 yuan might just be a good meal in the fish farm, or a few good cigarettes, or a few

A bottle of good wine. But more than ten years ago, it cost people's lives. My family was so poor that I really couldn't afford it. I had to take it even if I couldn't. "You also have to cut some oil off the chicken feet."

Hometown cadres and village cadres are also required by their work. No one has any grievances against you, but they still turn work issues into personal grievances. Because at that time, "surplus money" was still a word spoken by cadres, and some

People paid it honestly, and some people paid part of it and left the rest alone. However, these cadres who came to your home to collect the extra money did not care whether you were in difficulty or not. If you gave birth to a baby, you made a huge mistake.

It is the target of public criticism. When you go to a house to lift tiles, or lead pigs to pull food, you have to make some money, and you can't leave empty-handed.

One time, my family came back from picking a bunch of apples, and I just took them to sell. As soon as I walked into the house, a number of cadres, big and small, chased me to the house. Under coercion, they took the money. A village cadre

Before going out, I saw the boiling teapot I just bought on the ground. I immediately picked it up and walked away. The adults refused. They said that the boiling teapot at home was broken and I had to mend it again and again. It couldn’t be mended anymore, so I bought this. I begged them.

Don't pick it up and take it away. But the village cadre didn't care at all. He just wanted to pick up the teapot handle and left. He quickly rushed to hug the teapot body and grab it. In the process of pulling and pulling, the teapot handle and teapot body were pulled apart.

Because she suddenly lost her balance, Mother fell back and the teapot fell to the ground. The angry and ashamed village official raised his angry foot and completely crushed the teapot with one kick.

Then he walked away, leaving only our family holding our heads and crying. This cry was not only helpless for the poor life, but also a cry for not being able to resist the "bullying" imposed by others, and also a cry for the lack of tuition for the upcoming school year.

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The blows of life are far more than that. Because Brother Jun was born as a newborn, our two brothers were also deprived of the qualifications to obtain the land allocated by Murakami. Therefore, this day is even worse. Land is the lifeblood of rural people.

That is the only resource they came to this world to survive on. However, we are no longer qualified. We are implicated. If everyone is like this, we have no reason to hate someone, right? But the reality is not like this.

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The reality is that other similar families are still allocated land. Because every year in the village, old people die, or some young people die due to illness or accidents, so some land is accumulated, and there are also some "five-guarantee households" who die.

Land is also left behind. Some people go out to study and work and change their household registration from rural to urban. There is also the case of people who "bought" their household registration from rural to urban because they want to recruit workers and recruit cadres to join the army. This also accumulates

Next part of the land.

Faced with so much land, the landless people were jealous! They all wanted to get a small share. In the end, this matter was actually done. After careful research, the village cadres at that time came to the conclusion that some people died.

For future generations, everyone was too embarrassed to ask for the land to be withdrawn, so they acquiesced that their descendants would continue to have the contract management rights. Those who died of the "Five Guarantees", those who took off their farm skins, and those who bought urban household registration

, their land was withdrawn for distribution. I happened to be eligible to participate in the distribution. But it backfired. It is said that there were eleven people who were eligible to distribute the land that time, but the land was divided into ten parts equally. If it was divided into eleven parts, it would be uneven.

.So the method of “drawing lots” was adopted to distribute the money.

According to my father, the "lots" were very fair. Eleven "lots" were made, and he was given priority, saying that he would choose the rest before others. My father was very happy and felt that he had never been affected by anything.

With such "courteous treatment", he happily chose a "lot" that he felt was "lucky". Then the village cadre asked him to open it and see if he had chosen the fertile land. The people next to him also cheered and called father.

Sir, hurry up and open it. The honest father opened the "lot" carefully little by little with trembling hands. But his face became more and more ugly. Because the "lot" he selected only had one word when it was opened.

--none.

The village cadre and other people waiting to draw the lots exchanged glances and said there were eleven "lots". Lao Mu had already picked out the "none" ones, and the remaining ten were all taken. No one needed to draw the lots.

Yes. Just now, I just wrote "yes" and "no". Now we have to "draw lots" according to the serial numbers. There are ten families, so don't be picky and pick which piece you get. Everyone else is happily "drawing lots".

He went to draw lots, and only his father came back dejected like a defeated rooster. When he came back, his mother asked him which piece he had caught. While slapping his own mouth, he said it was all because of his bad hand breath and bad luck.

There were eleven "lots", ten "yes" and one "nothing". They asked him to give priority to catching, but he didn't catch any "yes", but he caught the "nothing" that was least likely to be caught.

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When we grew up, we finally figured it out. It wasn't bad breath, bad luck, or "priority" or "courtesy" at all. It was actually a "conspiracy". There was no such thing.

One "lot" is "yes", and eleven "lots" are "nothing". No matter which one your father draws, the result is the same.

But by the time we figured this out, more than ten years of hardship and hardship had passed. The cadres who were in charge back then were all dead. You can’t even find someone to hate, let alone someone to take revenge on.

Looking around, I suddenly felt that I wanted to be a township cadre. If I became a township cadre, the boss would kill pigs for me to eat, and I would drink as much wine as I wanted, and the "cheating golden flowers" would not dare to give me money.

I "play the game", even if I have a higher card than me, I will pretend to be lower than me and throw away the card to let me win. If I become a township cadre, I will get rid of all the village cadres who bully the villagers. If

If I become a township cadre, I will be a good cadre. I will never punish the villagers without asking any questions, and I will never force the villagers to death. If I become a township cadre, I will...
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