As soon as the inspectors went to work, everyone's eyes lit up, and they all stood respectfully in front of their grain bags, looking anxious, nervous and panicked as if they were facing a great enemy, for fear that the grain they had finally brought would not be able to pass the pass.

Inspectors are often cowhideous and arrogant, often with a cigarette in their mouths and a bright steel fork in their hands. He didn't care how anxious the people in line were, he just accepted them one by one unhurriedly.

Every time he walked up to a pile of grain bags, he thrust a steel fork into a sack full of rice, like a pig killer stabbing a live pig. The owner of this grain bag must have shivered nervously, as if the steel fork had been inserted into himself. The inspector then spread the grains in the palm of his hand and carefully inspected them to see if the grains were full and the color was bright, and then put them into his mouth one by one and chewed gently to see if they were dry.

The person who was inspected for grain would have a flattering smile on his face, and he would not dare to come out, his eyes would widen, and he would look at the inspector deferentially, waiting for him to make a life and death judgment on his own grain.

If you pass the acceptance, you will take the qualified strip and go to the scale happily. Those who don't know how to pass are generally going back to the sun or passing through the windmill.

The cement grass of the grain depot is always full, and the return to the sun basically has to be picked home, you say that on such a hot day, if the road is long, is it easy to toss back and forth?

Crossing a windmill was also a terrible thing for the people. The farmer's windmill is a hand-cranked windmill, but the grain depot windmill is often an electric windmill, the wind is strong, and if it can pass this pass, it must be a heavy and full impeccable grain. If it is slightly soft, it will definitely be blown away by strong winds, not to mention the valley. Therefore, more than one-third of the rice that is required by the inspector to pass the windmill is often lost.

In the queue of delivering public grain, there were people who were judged by the inspectors to be unqualified to have unqualified grain, sighing and leaving. The whole team squirmed slowly like a badly wounded snake. Every time the team moved forward, the adults were busy carrying the food bags forward, and the children were watching the food bags from behind. Before arriving at the scale, I repeatedly did not know how many bags of grain to move.

The sun is shining, and people can only wait patiently, even though their hearts are as anxious as fire. Zhang Tao looked at the dense piles of grain bags around him and the busy people walking between the piles, smelling the smell of millet and sweat, and his heart was really full of mixed feelings, the suffering of the people is really more bitter than Coptis chinensis.

Zhang Tao's father also took this opportunity to educate his children earnestly, "You see, how difficult the life of a peasant is! Only when you concentrate on studying, throw away these three feet six, and eat public food, can you be regarded as a carp jumping into the farmer's door. ”

When it was their turn to inspect Zhang Tao's food, their family suddenly became nervous. The inspector put the steel fork into the grain bag with an expressionless face, put a few grains of rice into his mouth, frowned, and did not speak for a long time.

Zhang Tao's father hurriedly stepped forward, stuffed the inspector with a pack of torch cigarettes, and said in a low voice: "Please take care of me!" My family's grain has been dried for several days, and I still choose the fullest grains. ”

The inspector took the cigarette as a matter of course, and then waved his hand, which was considered to be a clearance.

After lining up for a while, we arrived at the weight pass. Zhang Tao's father said a lot of good things with a smiling face, hoping to let the public family who weighed less deduction of scales.

Pouring grain into the granary is your own business. Leading to the tall granary is a single-plank bridge made of improvised wooden planks nailed to small non-slip wooden strips. When pouring grain, people carried 100-kilogram grain bags, trembling along the wooden planks and climbing up with trembling legs. Climb to the top of the grain stack and loosen the bag and pour out the grain. At this point, the shoulders of the people will be relaxed, the hanging hearts can be put down, and the task of paying public grain will be basically completed.

Zhang Tao followed his father to the granary several times, and that strange scene made him unforgettable. The huge granary, as wide as the palace, was piled up with yellow grain. The side of the mountain is semi-conical by the door, and it is really majestic and majestic from the floor to the roof. The yellow light of the grains is dazzling, making people feel like they are in a golden world. A grain of grain is insignificant, but the accumulation of dozens of tons of rice is extremely shocking. This rice comes from countless different villages, from rice fields of different shapes and sizes, and even from different varieties, and then it is transported to various places, major cities, thousands of households, and to those who eat public grain.

How should all this be sighed? Zhang Tao's eyes blurred, and his thoughts blurred. In this golden world, one end is tied to crying, and the other end is tied to laughter. The crying world is the old peasants who tighten their bellies, bend their bodies, and sweat in the scorching sun. He was laughing with the golden grains, but they were crying in their hearts, because these grains were going to build up the golden world that did not belong to them! The world of laughter is the huge team of people who sit comfortably in air-conditioned rooms and eat public food.

In the crying world, the peasants undertake the heaviest and most complex work in the world, and their technical content is also the most comprehensive and comprehensive, and their annual labor may not be as good as the monthly income of those who eat public food, but they have to pay public food to support these people, and these people also enjoy all kinds of welfare treatment.

Writing this, this author can't help but want to nag a few more words. The abolition of the agricultural tax caused the whole country to rejoice. However, there are still many experts and high-ranking officials who say that this is the original culprit affecting land abandonment, and it will also affect the peasants' sense of honor in paying taxes. In the face of government subsidies, some peasants even feel guilty that they have benefited in vain.

The former is infuriating, the latter sad. Angry, why did the peasants have to be tied to the land for their children and grandchildren? Why can't we enjoy some of the benefits of national development? Afraid that the land will be abandoned, the state will raise the price of grain and lower the price of the means of production, so that the peasants will be profitable, and they feel that it is better than going out to be peasant workers, so they still rush to farm?

Sadly, the abolition of the agricultural tax, the peasants did not expect that they were still taxpayers. China's current tax system is based on indirect taxes, which account for about 70% of tax revenue, which comes from the value-added tax and business tax paid by enterprises in the circulation link. And these taxes are often added to the goods by enterprises, and they are quietly passed on to consumers. For farmers, the agricultural machinery, fertilizers, pesticides, seeds, mulch films, and refined oil used in agricultural production and tools are all included in VAT and consumption tax. These taxes could have been partially passed on to consumers, but because the prices of agricultural products, especially grain, are controlled by the state, the peasants are actually unable to pass on the taxes in the means of production to the downstream through prices, and the vast majority of them are still borne by the peasants themselves. In addition, the peasants paid taxes indirectly through other consumption, such as food, clothing, and use. It is a complete nonsense for those who say that the peasants will no longer bear the tax after the abolition of the agricultural tax. As taxpayers, peasants should also be justified in taking the enjoyment of public financial services as their due right, rather than as a gift from the state.

Alas! Zhang Tao sighed, this farmer's stupid title is really worthy of the name! Then he walked briskly towards his home.