The output of the land alone could not support household expenses, and the farmers went out one after another, completing the identity transition from farmers to migrant workers. Among them, several generations of peasants have paid a heavy price, and their backs are not straight by the exploitation of industrial and agricultural scissors.

According to statistics, in the 52 years from 1949 to 2000, peasants paid more than 700 billion kilograms of grain to the state, and agricultural taxes have always been an important pillar of the state's financial resources. In 2004, the Government Council began to implement the policy of reducing or exempting agricultural taxes to benefit farmers. According to statistics, the exemption of agricultural tax and the abolition of tax on special agricultural products other than tobacco can reduce the burden on peasants by about 50 billion yuan, and by the end of 2005, the policy of benefiting farmers by exempting agricultural taxes from agricultural taxes will be fixed in the form of law, which will make 900 million Chinese peasants completely bid farewell to the history of paying agricultural taxes.

These histories, without Li Liang's grandparents, Li Liang also knows them very clearly. After all, he is the one who has walked through this era, and twice.

"Grandma, don't worry, the county and Mr. Yang attach so much importance to the matter of kiwifruit planting, as long as we plant well, we will definitely find a way out!" Li Liang comforted his grandmother.

At this time, the family was sheltering from the rain in the living room, and the raindrops the size of beans mixed with the storm shook the grapefruit tree in the yard. The grapefruit tree already had many half-sized grapefruits, and at this time, these grapefruits also swayed wildly with the branches, and shivered under the attack of the violent storm.

"Grandma, I don't know if grandpa helped the plug family harvest grain, if he has come back, I'll take a look!" Li Liang said a little worriedly.

"Forget it, I looked at it just now, and there is not much millet left in the Bolt family, and now your grandfather and they are probably hiding from the rain in the Bolt's house!" Grandma stopped Li Liang, "The rain is so heavy, we are still waiting at home." ”

The rain was amazing, and in less than half an hour from the start of the rain, the yard was already filled with calf-deep water. And the rain showed no sign of abating, and when I looked out of the hall, the sky outside seemed to be covered with a curtain, and it was foggy and difficult to see.

Meng Qingxiu was a little worried, and said to Li Liang's grandmother: "Mom, I think the rice in the warehouse needs to be raised a little higher, in case it gets wet, it will be troublesome!"

"I'll go with you!" said Li Liang's grandmother.

The Li family's treasury is next to the hall, and the rice, taro, sweet potatoes, potatoes and other grains recovered from the family are generally placed in this room. In order to prevent moisture, Li Liang's grandparents used good green bricks in their early years, stacked two layers of bricks on the ground, and insisted on sprinkling some dry lime every year to prevent moisture and insects.

This room is not only higher than the other rooms, but also much drier.

But Meng Qingxiu saw that the water in the yard was getting deeper and deeper, and the speed of water discharge was obviously not keeping up with the speed of rain, so she and her mother-in-law hurriedly walked into the warehouse again.

Li Liang and Li Hao also followed into the warehouse, but fortunately, the water in the yard had not yet passed the steps of the warehouse. But if the rain doesn't abate, there's a real chance that the water will flood into the storeroom.

"Liangzi, you and I go to the hall and move the table over!" Meng Qingxiu called.

Among the five people in the family, the grandmother is old and frail, Li Hao and Li Yin are young and have not yet grown up, and Li Liang, who is only a half-grown child, can barely be regarded as half a laborer.

"Okay!"

Li Liang quickly understood what Aunt Meng Qingxiu meant, she wanted to move the large square table that was usually sturdy in the hall to the warehouse, and pile all the rice and everything on the table.

This old-fashioned square table, commonly known as the Eight Immortals Table, was made of strong hardwood by Li Liang's grandfather in the early years when he asked the carpenter master carpenter in the village. The quality of this kind of table is very solid, and many rural families, a set of this kind of table and chair can be passed down for generations.

Little by little, the two of them slowly carried the heavy Eight Immortals Table to the storeroom, and placed it against the wall in the innermost corner of the storeroom. There were more than 100 bales of rice in the warehouse, and it was obvious that a table could not be stacked, so Meng Qingxiu asked Li Hao and Li Yin to go to the hall and move a few long stools in.

This kind of bench is made of the same material as the Eight Immortals Table, which is made of vintage, extremely hard hardwood, and is heavy to start with, and the quality is quite solid.

Two stools are placed side by side, and four stools are placed in two rows.

Then Meng Qingxiu stepped on the stool and asked Li Liang to move the bags of rice that had been stacked on the floor of the warehouse one by one, she stood on the stool, first a few horizontal and vertical bags, and put the rice against the wall, which had been stacked on the table. It was not until he could no longer put it down that he got off the stool, and then stacked the rice on the stool. After repeating this over and over again, both of them were tired and sweating profusely, so they put all the more than 100 bales of rice on the table and a few stools.

Fortunately, the quality of these tables and stools is excellent, otherwise these more than 10,000 catties of rice would have collapsed.

The family stacked all the rice in the warehouse on the table and bench, and the water outside the house finally couldn't wait to overflow the threshold of the warehouse from the yard and spread to the house.

"Damn my God!" Li Liang's grandmother cursed.

It stands to reason that after the rice harvest, the farmers are most looking forward to two heavy rains, so that the water will fill the harvested fields, and the farmers will be ready to use the plough to plough the land in preparation for the late rice planting in the second half of the year.

But today's rain is really out of time, although the rice at home has been harvested, but the straw is still in the field and has not had time to be transported to the family. These straws are often a year's firewood at home, and those who raise cattle, these dry straws are still food for cattle and sheep in winter.

When such a heavy rain comes, not only will the straw not be harvested, but the houses of people on lower ground may even be flooded, and if the dried grain is flooded, it will be a big trouble.

"Grandma, it won't rain heavily, will it?" Li Liang asked worriedly.

"I don't know, God, I really don't understand the suffering of our croppers!" complained the grandmother.

But it is useless to complain, God does not hear people's cries, or even if it does, it is ruthlessly not heard. There is a saying that "if the sky is loved, the sky will be old!" It is precisely because of ruthlessness that the sky will be as new as ever.

The rain lasted for a long time, until the evening, and when the rain was lighter, Li Liang's grandfather came back from the bolt's house to hide from the rain, and the water in the yard had already flooded into the house. Not only was the water in the hall half a calf deep, but even the storehouse in the lower part of the house was ankle-deep.