C126 The debt collector is back

In order to collect the agricultural tax and the village tax as soon as possible, and to get his own share of the spoils as soon as possible, the county would also give out rewards for clearing the village and town of the agricultural tax in advance. Peace Town's Tang Renbiao and Town Mayor Song Zude who had just taken up their post last month wanted to take the top spot in the entire county, and receive their rewards in front of Huang Zhonghua. Thus, they decided to attack and fight for the biggest natural village in the town — — lotus root.

All of lotus root had the surname Wu. This year, not a single household had paid agricultural taxes. Under the instigation of some stubborn old nail-wielding households, the farmers in the village refused to pay collective taxes! They said that the 10% reward in town was a f * cking lie! Where did that ten percent come from? Because in the original agricultural tax, he had added 10% more! He said it was a reward, but it was a different way of taking more money from the farmers! Definitely not! Whoever gave it to him would have no descendants! Whoever you hand him over will be a traitor. From today onwards, don't enter the lotus root anymore, don't give me the surname Wu!

Under such a strong attack, not a single person in the village dared to pay agricultural taxes. The officials who were stationed in the village came in again and again without success.

Tang Renbiao was furious when he heard about this! [What the hell! These troublesome citizens actually want to pay the tax in a group!] He wanted to see what these troublesome people looked like. With a few heads on his head, he dared to openly defy the law! Aren't they afraid of being captured and sent to jail?

Tang Renbiao called for a public meeting of the town's cadres to emphasize the importance of collecting agricultural taxes and the benefits they would get from completing the mission.

Comrades, he said, every penny we spend now must come from these agricultural taxes and the tenants. If we can't collect the agricultural tax and the township stay, we can't pay our wages, let alone any subsidies! Even the money we spend on eating in the cafeteria won't come out! For the sake of a better life, for the sake of a happier tomorrow, all our comrades must, at all costs and by all means, collect the agricultural tax and the village levy from the farmers! Great man once said, no matter if it was a white cat or a black cat, catching a mouse was still a good cat! Now, regardless of the level of our position, we have received agricultural taxes and village leave, so we are good cadres! In short, as long as they completed the mission, everyone would benefit from it.

The majority of the town's cadres were young men, living in the narrow Town Government all day. However, spending money was like flowing water. The monthly salary was only 200 or 300, but the expenses were easily over a hundred. With just this bit of salary, it could be seen in just a few days. Therefore, the collection of family planning fees and agricultural taxes, as well as the share of retention in the village, became their biggest source of income other than their wages.

Father and mother's blood, it would be better to have it in yuan! As long as they had money, they could do whatever the Party commanded them to do! I'm a brick that the Party can move. The Party wants me to make a wall, I will never be a paving stone, the Party wants me to fill in the mud pit, I do not feel like a water cellar! So, that year in the township, the common sight was the village officials like a bandit, robbing farmers' homes for food, carrying pigs, moving furniture, and even demolishing houses! In order to get their hands on the farmers' money, they did everything they could.

So at the time the people said behind their backs, "Oh my god!" Why is this party even blacker than the national government!? In the past, when the citizens tried to rob them, they had to do it with their faces blackened at night. But now, the Party cadres were brazenly coming to the farmers' homes to rob them in broad daylight! Stealing what you see, you're even arresting him! My dear Chairman Mao, if you knew, would you allow them to tarnish the prestige and dignity of the Party?

But what was the use of people cursing and shouting? Even if he were to yell his name out loud, the people at the top wouldn't take him seriously! As long as he could collect the money, he would be a meritorious general, who cares if any of the f * cking commoners cursed him! Only after receiving money would one have a good political record. With a good political record, one would be able to climb up the ladder! Who cares how much flesh and blood the people trample under their feet?

Tang Renbiao's speech had once again ignited the enthusiasm of the town leaders.

On September 13th, all the officials of Peace Town appeared in lotus root under the leadership of Calligraphy Tang Renbiao and Mayor Song Zude.

Under the leadership of the Calligraphy and the Calligraphy, everyone first came to the Old Nail Clan's Wu Yaochang's house.

This stubborn old man had not paid agricultural taxes for three years in a row.

Old and Ol 'Three went out to work. The boss worked as a mason in the surrounding areas, Ol' Four was a mason, and often helped the villagers build houses nearby.

Under Wu Yaochang's lead, the four sons also refused to pay the agricultural taxes and stayed in the township.

If they were able to take down this nail-biter, it would naturally be easy for the others to deal with them. The cadres were all thinking the same thing: fight the snake, hit the snake seven inches, catch the thief first and capture the king! Therefore, he had to get rid of Wu Yaochang first and bring his money over! Even if you don't pay, you can move the grains from the granary! He didn't believe that so many people wouldn't be able to do anything to this old man!

The group of people arrived in front of Wu Yaochang's home, an old, single-story house.

If one did not know what a family disciple was, then after seeing Wu Yaochang's home, they would definitely understand.

The beam-column structure of the bungalow looked rather old. The beam-column structure had already changed color, and had a lot of wear and tear. However, the lobby was completely empty. Even the space between the lobby and the rooms was covered by a piece of hemp woven from hemp, making it look extremely dilapidated. Other than the farmer's farm tools, all that was left of the furniture inside was a dining table of eight fairies and four long benches.

Why was Wu Yaochang so poor? Didn't they say diligent birds had sharp tongues? Logically speaking, this old man should have been diligent and capable, having spent his entire life serving in the field. No matter what, he should at least be able to get away with it. But this Wu Yaochang, he had worked hard his entire life and never had a chance to enjoy a day of blessings, just because he had four sons. All of them were studying, hoping to bring glory to their ancestors one day. But his four sons had been facing the wall for ten years and hadn't been able to break it, so in the end they had no choice but to stay in this village. Wu Yaochang had practically given everything he had to them to read, paid an enormous price, and actually reaped despair, time and time again. He didn't expect that the old man would marry his four sons.

At that time, in the countryside, it took tens of thousands of dollars to get a daughter-in-law and build a house. In this kind of situation, marrying a daughter-in-law would be equivalent to stripping him of a layer of skin, and his four sons would be the same as stripping him of four layers of skin. Wu Yaochang, the old farmer who had worked hard his entire life, was completely ripped off by his sons to the point of only having skin and bones left.

Right now, Wu Yaochang was like a dried up corpse, the skin on his face was puckered up and wrapped around a few skinny bones. His back was also hunched and his spine was arched, pushing his neck forward just like an ostrich's.

When Tang Renbiao and Song Zude stood in front of the house, Wu Yaochang was squatting on the doorstep of the house and smoking. A homemade pipe made of bamboo sat on his dry, flat mouth and puffed for a long time before exhaling white smoke. It was probably because the dry smoke was too suffocating. After smoking for a few times, Wu Yaochang started to cough. At first, he just coughed a few times: Cough cough cough! Cough cough cough! He didn't expect that once he started coughing, he wouldn't be able to stop it. "Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough …" Cough cough cough … Until he coughed his last few coughs out of breath, he could not hear anything, he could only see Wu Yaochang's skinny and weak body curled up, and his hunched back seemed even more out of place …

"I told you to smoke, I told you to smoke. How about you cough yourself to death?" A voice came out from inside the house. Then, seeing that Wu Yaochang and a frail old woman had walked out, she scolded and patted his back, saying, "I told you not to smoke, the dry smoke is so strong, it burnt your lungs up!"

It seemed as if Wu Yaochang was about to choke on his anger, but he finally coughed out twice in the end. He let out a miserable cry like a dying rooster. When everyone was sweating for him, he had actually recovered.

He raised his head. His face that had been yellow as usual had turned red from holding back. His eyes were filled with water while his nose dripped with mucus. He pulled up the wrinkled corner of his shirt and wiped it in his cloudy eyes, then wiped his nose again. When he saw the large group of people standing in front of his house, he smiled wryly, put the pipe back in his mouth, and said with the pipe in his mouth, "The debt collector is here again!"

Tang Renbiao and Song Zude stood at the very front.'s cough just now had made them feel fear! They weren't worried that this old man would pass out from anger, but rather that if this old man died, the family's agricultural tax would be taken away forever! Thank god, this old man seemed to be like this a lot. He went over to Yama and came back!

Alright, since I'm back to life, let's get down to business!

Village Board Director Wu Yaoming stood on the walkway and said to Wu Yaochang: "Brother, today's Tang and Mayor Song from the town are both here, just take a look at your family's money and pay up. If you don't want it now, don't worry about it.

According to seniority, Wu Yaoming was the more close cousin of the same clan, so he usually called Wu Yaochang Big Brother.

"Brother, it's not that I don't want to pay, it's just that I really can't afford it. I don't have any money." Wu Yaochang stuffed a Han Yan roll into his pipe, lit a match and started smoking again.

When he said those words, Tang Renbiao's heart jumped into his throat. He was really afraid that this old man would perform that dangerous act again.

Fortunately, Wu Yaochang didn't cough this time and calmly finished smoking the bag of cigarettes.

"Brother, didn't you just sell your summer rations and earn over a thousand yuan?" How come you don't have the money to pay? " Wu Yaoming said.

"Are you trying to starve me to death by eating from the inside out? Just that little bit of money, I don't want to buy oil or salt, do I? " Wu Yaochang stared at him and cursed.

"You …" Wu Yaoming was angered to the point that he huffed and puffed.

"Old man, since you're selling the rations here, you should pay the agricultural tax first. "At your age, you should know the laws of the country, right? Not paying taxes is against the law!" Song Zude took a step forward and began negotiating with Wu Yaochang.

"I will not pay the tax? "Hahaha, to think that you are a cadre!" Wu Yaochang took out the pipe from his mouth, placed it on the doorstep and knocked on it, only to hear "Bang bang bang". The sound was extremely ear-piercing, causing Wu Yaoming's heart to tremble. Because he knew that before this old man got angry, he liked to tap his pipe! Wu Yaochang knocked on his pipe, at least he knocked out the ashes from the pipe. The black ashes lay on the ground like round mouse poop.

Wu Yaochang slowly stuffed more tobacco into his pipe with his black-yellow hands that were as rough as chicken claws, and said slowly while stuffing the tobacco into the pipe, "I am the first one to hand in the agricultural taxes from a few years ago, you can ask these bastards." Wu Yaochang pointed to the officials of Village committees.