"Yan Boy, what you said is wrong. How much does it cost to earn a year for planting a mu of land? A worker, even if he pays twenty or thirty yuan a month, his salary this year is stronger than planting a dozen acres of land.

.” Before the fifth master could talk to Mr. Yi, the third master said first.

Zhang Yan really couldn't say that the Third Master's argument was wrong.

After all, the two people have different perspectives. One is to look at the overall situation of the country and the overall situation in the village, and the other is to look at the problem from a personal perspective.

Therefore, facing the rebuttal of the Third Grandpa, Zhang Yan did not speak, but just looked at the fifth Grandpa silently.

The person who really makes the decision by Zhangjiayu is the fifth master.

"Hehe, third brother, you! You are so old, you are still so impatient." The fifth master said with a smile.

After saying that, the third master, the fifth master looked at Zhang Yan again and said with a smile: "Boy Yan, you are right. Zhangjiayu is the root of our old Zhang family, and you cannot give up.

However, you also need to understand everyone's mood. After all, farming is not easy, and it is not difficult to say it is hard, but after a year, a person will not earn dozens of dollars in the end.

It is better to go to the city to eat imperial grain. The same hard work and the monthly salary is enough to support four or five people."

"Fifth Master, it's not as simple as you said! The premise of raising four or five people is that they are all urban household registration and have a share of food supply.

Otherwise, raising four or five people to speak is just a joke.

If there is no supply of grain, if you go to the black market to buy it, the price will be more than twice as high as the supply of grain." Zhang Yan said with a wry smile.

"You are right, but no matter what, going to the city to be a worker is better than farming." The fifth master said with a slow smile.

Zhang Yan nodded, he couldn't refute this.

I also understood the helplessness of the fifth master. The mood of wanting to go to the city to be a worker is too high. Even if he is the patriarch, he cannot hold on with force.

That would only make him lose the hearts of the people.

The fifth master is a person who understands the people's hearts very well. Otherwise, he would not have been a patriarch safely after liberation, and his son could still serve as the village chief.

Oh, it’s time to call the captain, the captain of the production team in the future.

If it weren't for it, the secretary was sent by the commune, there would be no problem with Zhang Fuyi being the secretary.

"Fifth Master, if this is the case, there is no need to find my second uncle. He looks glorious now, but it is actually very difficult." Zhang Yan thought for a while and said.

"It's hard? What do you mean by Yan Zi?"

"Uncle Yi should have some feeling that the situation above is a bit serious now.

The great leaders of Sichuan, because my country's steel production has increased too slowly, were criticized by the ancestor for being a little-footed old lady, and personally issued an order that this year's steel production must exceed 10 million tons.

This is nearly double the steel production last year.

If we don’t discuss anything else, that’s not something we can discuss, and it’s easy to get angry.

Let’s talk about steel production only. The increase in steel production capacity in Beijing has been on my second grandfather. My second grandfather said that since last autumn, my second grandfather has not slept for more than five hours a day.

After working during the day, I get home at night and then stay in the study. Sometimes I get busy all night.

My second uncle looked very glorious, but in fact, at this time, he was sitting on a volcano and if he was not careful, he would be crushed to pieces." Zhang Yan slowly spoke and told.

"Well! According to what you said, it's not easy for Fukun!" The fifth master nodded and said.

"So if you simply want to arrange for some tribe members to go to the city to work, there is no need to bother my second uncle. Leave this matter to me.

I'll find a way." Zhang Yan said in a deep voice.

"You think of a way? What can you do?"

"San Master, don't worry about what I think of. Even if I am silly, I will find a way to get this done. Don't worry about this." Zhang Yan couldn't help but responded to San Master a little.

One sentence.

"Boy Yan, it's hard for you. You are a good boy.

I understand, you can't bear to see your second uncle, and you are afraid that we old guys will cause trouble for your second uncle, so you stop this task."

Zhang Yan is no longer Zhang Yan a year ago, so naturally he would not be excited just because of the Fifth Master’s words.

But, he muttered secretly, everyone has gone to the city, who will farm?

How can we survive the famine next year, the year after tomorrow, and the year after tomorrow?

The price of grain in the black market now is only more than double the grain supply. By next year, the price of the black market will suddenly rise ten times, reaching more than one yuan per pound per pound.

This evil result was not caused by one person, but was a major situation, but the people of the whole country had to swallow this bitter result together.

"Fifth Master, Third Master, Uncle Yi, please discuss it and see how many people you want to arrange to enter the city. Give me a number, so I can find a way." Zhang Yan stood up as he said.

"That, Fifth Master, Third Master, I won't be here to chat with you. I have to give holiday gifts to several elderly people in the clan."

"Haha, you kid is just filial.

OK, you go!" The fifth master nodded with a smile and let Zhang Yan leave.

"Lao Wu, don't you believe what Yan Zi said, right?" The third master stared at the fifth master and asked.

"Last brother! Why do I feel that your words are a little wrong? Why can't I believe what Yan Zi said?" The fifth master glanced at the third master and said slowly.

"The third uncle, Yanzi really didn't lie. Recently, I communicated with my comrades and found that the above form is indeed very serious.

Moreover, I don’t agree with arranging the tribesmen to the city. Yanzi said it is right, Zhangjiayu is our root. Every extra labor force enters the city means that the land in our village will be abandoned.

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If farmers don’t go to farm, what’s the use of having money alone? Where can I buy food?

When farmers spend money to buy food, do you know what kind of terrible scene it is?

You and my father have experienced that kind of scene, and you should know the seriousness." Zhang Fuyi spoke, stood clearly on Zhang Yan's side and said something for Zhang Yan. He wanted to say but didn't say it.

"It's not that everyone has entered the city. I just thought that Fukun is now a leader in the city, so he has to give back to the countryside, right?" The third master said embarrassedly.

"Three, I know what you are thinking.

This matter is not discussed at this point.

As for the matter of going to the city to be a worker, I will only have twenty places when it comes to my decision.

No more than one can do." The fifth master looked at the third master and spoke decisively.

"Dad, there are too many twenty places? How many labor force in our village is there in total?

If you arrange another twenty, what should you do if you have the land at home?" Zhang Fuyi said anxiously.

"Isn't there any mechanical farming now? A tractor can support more than a dozen labor forces.
Chapter completed!