"The central government's permission for the existence of the individual economy has pointed out the direction of reform, and it is normal that there are some arguments. Reform is like crossing a river by feeling the stones, allowing all kinds of attempts, and if we adopt the form of cooperatives, we can also control this kind of attempt......" Song Qiong said slowly.

He proposed to Huang Ruhan that a cooperative could be set up, in which laborers would join the cooperative in the form of individuals, families, or groups, and provide various labor and services relatively independently under the name of the cooperative.

Huang Ruhan has rich experience working at the grassroots level, and it can be seen at a glance that although this cooperative also provides policy guidance, provides materials, and provides assistance in terms of operation, it does not charge any fees, and all the income from its operation belongs to individuals, and it does not directly limit or interfere in specific business activities.

To put it bluntly, it's actually a disguise, a name!

Huang Ruhan lit a cigarette and took two big puffs.

Song Qiong's plan can indeed avoid policy debates, and even if it is discussed at the office meeting, it can also block Chen Wenyao's doubts.

However, the political risks to be borne are also enormous.

Once it is attacked by others and the true face of supporting the individual economy is exposed, it is very likely that it will suffer a political blow.

Can he afford this risk?

For a while, Huang Ruhan had no way to make a decision.

"Is it possible to set up a labor service company according to the model of the collective economy to absorb unplanned labor that has been compressed and cleaned up? Huang Ruhan thought about it, but after all, he couldn't make up his mind and put forward a compromise plan. ”

However, halfway through speaking, he himself shook his head, before, the placement of unemployed people in cities and towns was carried out separately, and many units adopted the method of setting up collective enterprises and arranging people into them, but there was nothing to do.

"Okay, you go back first, I'll think about this matter first." Huang Ruhan waved his hand weakly.

Song Qiong nodded and got up to leave.

He didn't say anything more, he had already made it very clear about the design of the plan, and he could only let Huang Ruhan make his own decisions about whether to do it or not.

This road is destined to be full of thorns.

Back in the office, Song Qiong didn't have the heart to do anything, he thought about it, said hello to Qin Zhiming, and rode to the dock in the east of the city.

After the clashes of the previous two days, as well as yesterday's death, the dock was obviously much deserted, and the young people who had nothing to do and liked to hang out were all nested in the house, playing chess and cards, and there was nowhere to vent their strength.

Song Qiong stretched out his hand and knocked on the door, and looked inside: "Is Sun Changchang here?" ”

A few card-playing people looked up at him, and saw that it was a young man about his own age, and continued to bury his head in playing cards, and no one paid attention.

"Hey, Song Qiong—"

Song Qiong was just about to leave and go to find someone by himself, when he suddenly heard someone in the house shouting to him, a tall young man with a card in his hand, coming out of it.

"Hey, it's really you kid, I heard that you're good, and now you're a regular employee?"

The big man reached out and patted Song Qiong's shoulder, with great strength, as if he wanted to take revenge on his good luck.

Song Qiong couldn't help but smile when he saw the appearance of the big man, and also stretched out his hand and slapped him twice: "Song Jun, when did you come back?" ”

Song Jun was his playmate when he was a child, a classmate in elementary school and junior high school, Song Jun's Laozi was also an employee of the supply and marketing cooperative, and the supply and marketing cooperatives were merged into the Commercial Bureau, and later recovered, and he stayed in the Commercial Bureau.

According to the statement at this time, the commercial bureau is a state-owned unit, and the supply and marketing cooperatives are large collectives, and state-owned units are obviously better than large collectives.

Song Jun also went to the countryside as an educated youth, just came back, the old man refused to retire, he had no way to replace him in the unit, he could only go to the dock to contribute.

The two chatted for a few words, and just when they saw Sun Chengye coming out of another room, Song Qiong hurriedly shouted to explain his intention: he wanted to go to Lao Yuan's house to have a look.

Sun Chengye smiled wryly, stretched out his hand and scratched the top of his bare head: "Secretary Song, I'm most afraid of seeing the people of the old Yuan family now, his house is in the area of Shuitou Lane in the south of the city, why don't you go by yourself?" ”

Song Qiong was a little surprised, Lao Yuan didn't have a town hukou, and he actually lived in the city.

Sun Chengye seemed to see Song Qiong's question, and explained in a low voice: "Lao Yuan turned out to be a barber, and the ingredients in the family are not very good. A few years ago, someone revealed that he privately collected money to give people a haircut, was branded as a black five, rushed to the countryside, and only returned to the city the year before last. ”

Song Qiong said strangely: "Since it has been implemented to return to the city, there should be a town hukou, how can it also be cleaned up as unplanned employment?" ”

Sun Chengye sighed: "His wife is a local he married when he was in the countryside, and the child's hukou can only be with his mother, and when the policy is implemented, he will transfer his hukou to his son." ”

Song Qiong was so angry that he wanted to scold his mother, but he also knew that this situation was very common at that time.

Sun Chengye was afraid to see the people of the Yuan family, Song Jun knew the place, and volunteered to take Song Qiong over.

Shuitou Lane, in the south of the city, is an old shack area.

On both sides of the alley, there are low shacks, because the houses are too small, many families pile up worthless household belongings outside, occupying most of the already not wide lanes, leaving almost only a narrow gap.

Walking into the alley, the view was blocked by debris, and I couldn't see far, and I vaguely heard the sound of crying and shouting in front of me.

Several mothers-in-law next to him gathered together and whispered: "Lao Yuan is really pitiful, the child can't eat, and wants to go to the dock to get some rice back, but the rice didn't get it, and he drowned himself, and fell into a crime of stealing. ”

Song Qiong and Song Jun stepped on the garbage and sewage all over the ground, and the more they walked forward, the noisier the sound became, and soon they encountered a group of people, blocking the alley tightly.

There was a woman inside crying and shouting: "Director Lin, Director Lin, you know our old Yuan, he is not stealing, he just wants to die!" ”

"He just wants to die, he just wants to die, Director Lin! I beg you, I don't want anything, I beg you, give our old Yuan an innocence, he really didn't want to steal. ”

At this time, a majestic male voice sounded again: "Sister Wen Tianmei, don't quibble, Lao Yuan has lost his heart and gone crazy, he doesn't want to live, he wants to die?" What's wrong with looking for death, but also running to the dock and stealing a bag of rice to die together? ”

"He didn't steal, he didn't steal, he wouldn't steal, Lao Yuan didn't even steal melons, how could he steal rice!"

"Let it go! Wen Tianmei, you let go! ”

Hearing that there was a lot of commotion inside, Song Qiong hurriedly took out his work card, borrowed a passage from the crowded crowd, squeezed to the front, and the scene that caught his eyes made him almost run away on the spot.

A young man in his twenties, with his hands on his hips, his waist straight, stood there with his toes high, looking at a woman lying on the ground with disdain on his face.

The woman, with her trousers empty and her legs atrophied, lay on the ground, holding the young man's legs, and wailing. The other two men grabbed her by the hair and clothes and dragged her outside, but she refused to let go, and the other two men kicked her in the stomach.

At the door next to her, two girls shrank in the arms of two old men and cried, and a slightly older girl, crying and shouting for her mother, ran over to grab her mother, but was kicked by a man and fell to the ground, and her forehead suddenly bled like an infusion.

"Let it go!"

Song Qiong only felt a breath of heat, rising to the top of his head, and his whole body was uncomfortable.

He rushed over, picked the girl up, and pressed his bag against the spot where the girl's forehead had broken.

"Stop, you can't hit anyone!"

Song Jun followed closely behind Song Qiong, strode over, grabbed a man's arm, and wanted to pull him away, but unexpectedly, the man waved his arm very roughly, and hit Song Jun's ribs with his elbow, which made him feel painful and could only let go.

"Who are you? I'm Lin Xiaojun from the South Street Neighborhood Committee, this woman's man steals public things, don't be deceived by him! The young man standing there glanced at Song Qiong and Song Jun and said with a sneer.

He frowned very unhappily, suddenly raised a foot and kicked Wen Tianmei in the face: "Stinky woman, let you not let go......"

Song Qiong's eyes cracked, and he suddenly pushed the injured girl into the arms of a woman watching the excitement next to her, and suddenly got up and pounced on Lin Xiaojun.

"Brute!"

Song Qiong punched Lin Xiaojun in the face, and then flew up and kicked him in the stomach, kicking him to the ground.

Lin Xiaojun snorted, hugged his stomach and fell to the ground, Wen Tianmei and the other two people who pulled her suddenly fell into a ball, Song Qiong rushed over and kicked the two of them fiercely.

"Beat a woman, you bully a weak woman!"

As soon as Song Jun came to his senses, he also rushed up, dragging a man's clothes and beating him!

"Good!"

Among the onlookers, a burst of cheers suddenly erupted.