National Tide 1980.

Compared with the shocked villagers of Sunjia Village, Sun Qingyou had a deeper understanding of Japan's wealth.

After all, seeing is believing, and he touched the real money with his own hands.

You know, he, the former village party secretary and current village chief, also entrusted his own son Sun Liuwu to Sun Wufu, and went to Japan with Sun Wufu.

Although Sun Liuwu was unable to come back for the Spring Festival this year, all of his income from last year and the past six months was brought back by Sun Wufu this time.

When having a feast at Sun Qingyou's home, Sun Wufu did not raise his glass to drink, but first took out a thick stack of money from a briefcase in front of everyone.

"The total is fifty-eight thousand three hundred and twenty-five dollars. Uncle, here is all the money Liuwu asked me to bring back. Count it carefully and see if it is correct."

"Why are there so many? Are you sure?"

The village chief Sun Qingyou was shocked and confused when he saw several thick stacks of blue-green banknotes on the table.

He rarely sees such blue banknotes because they are basically not used in rural areas.

But to be honest, this is all thanks to the fact that the country has already started issuing 100-yuan bills, so there are at least five or six stacks on display.

Otherwise, if ten yuan was the largest denomination of banknotes in the era, there would be more than fifty stacks of money on the table, and Sun Wufu would have to bring them back in a box and display them to make them more shocking.

"How could it be wrong? Liuwu has been paid for five months since he came to Japan with me. In Tokyo, the boss provides food and accommodation, and he earns 150,000 yen a month. A total of 750,000 yen, and there is an additional bonus of 120,000 yen, which makes a total of 870,000 yen. According to the official exchange rate, it should have been more than 28,000, but now foreign exchange is tight and everyone who goes abroad needs it. I found a private person in Beijing to exchange it into RMB for him, and I got a lot more, and there was also the more than 4,000 yuan I earned in Beijing last year..."

As he said this, he took out another letter from home from his briefcase.

"Oh, yes, it must be written in Liuwu's letter. You will know if you open it and take a look."

Having said that, the village chief and his wife looked at each other, still not daring to reach out to touch the money on the table, unable to believe that what they saw was real.

Rural people now work outside their hometowns, and usually only have a few hundred yuan a year if they live frugally, while city dwellers only earn thousands of yuan a year.

For example, for Sun Liuwu to earn several thousand yuan a year in Beijing with Sun Wufu was already quite a fortune, and it was enough to make the village chief secretly happy. No one had ever heard of an income of over ten thousand, let alone tens of thousands.

So the village chief couldn't help but think wildly, "Wu Fu, don't scare...scare me. My Liu Wu, is nothing wrong?"

"Uncle, what are you talking about? What happened? Liuwu is fine in Tokyo."

"Why is there so much money? Did you get this money easily?"

"Uncle, what you are doing is even more outrageous. Can I still do evil things with Liuwu? This is what we earned working in Japan, dealing with old goods and recycling materials, just like making a living in Beijing. It was earned honestly from Japan, and there is also a tax payment certificate from the Japanese government."

Sun Wufu's elder brother Sun Sixi was also sitting there as a guest today. He leaned back in his chair, looking at the old couple of the village chief and his wife, laughing as if he was watching a movie.

What is he laughing at?
Because he also had such a surprising moment yesterday.

Sun Wufu also did the same thing as what happened in front of him, giving him and his wife 20,000 yuan to supplement his life, which still frightened him.

He felt the same way the village chief and the fat aunt felt yesterday, and he could empathize with them.

As for Sun Qingyou, he hesitated for about two minutes before he finally mustered up the courage to open his son's handwritten letter.

He read it again and again, trembling, until he showed it to his wife for confirmation, and he finally believed it.

The fat aunt kept muttering to herself and calculating. She said that her son had earned as much money in Beijing as he would have earned in more than ten years after working in Japan for only half a year. His income had increased by twenty or thirty times.

How is it possible to remain emotionally normal?
Well, the village chief is really stupid. He can only smile foolishly at the letter and the money.

Auntie Fatty was not much better. She even forgot to continue serving the dishes. She just muttered, "How did Liuwu make so much money in Japan in one year? He really earned it legally. I never dreamed of it. Doesn't this mean that my son has made five million yuan in one year?"

"That's right, it's terrifying." Sun Qingyou continued, "Who in the surrounding area has ever seen so much money? Even if you add up the levies collected by several nearby villages in a year, they don't have that much."

"No, not a year, this is only half a year's salary."

Sun Wufu corrected the village elders and their parents, "Uncle, aunt, you should wait for Liuwu to come back for the Spring Festival this year. He should bring back so much money."

Village chief Sun Qingyou asked as if he was sleepwalking, "Really? You said Liuwu can make 100,000 yuan a year? That kid can make 10,000 yuan a year?"

"Not necessarily," Sun Wufu said seriously, "Based on the current situation, the business in Japan is going to expand. We will probably earn more next year. Our boss is still the boss from Beijing. He is a big businessman and very generous. He will most likely raise our salary."

When the village chief Sun Qingyou heard this, he trembled all over as if he had been shot and almost fell off his chair.

Auntie Fat was stunned and asked, "It's already 100,000 yuan, and you still want a raise? How can this be justified?"

"Of course it's true. Why would I lie to you? The boss is a good person."

Sun Wufu nodded and said, "The key is that Japan is too rich. The monthly salary of ordinary people there is dozens of times that of us. Real Japanese earn more than us. So you don't have to doubt it. Just keep the money."

Having said that, expressions of doubt reappeared on Sun Qingyou and Aunt Fat's faces amidst the dreamlike surprise, and the two looked at each other.

From their expressions, we can tell that they are restless and must be thinking, how can such a good thing happen in this world?
For this reason, Sun Qingyou couldn't help but carefully ask Sun Sixi for confirmation, "Sixi, is what Wufu said true?"

Sun Sixi nodded, then shook his head and said, "I don't know."

Now it was Sun Wufu's turn to laugh. He said, "Okay, uncle, aunt, pinch your own hands. If it hurts, then it's real. If it doesn't hurt, then it's fake."

The two people hurriedly pinched their hands. Auntie Fat pinched her fat hands and asked the village chief, "Dad, are you in pain?"

Sun Qingyou shook his head nervously and said, "It doesn't hurt yet."

The fat aunt who was asking the question also became nervous, "I don't feel any pain either."

Sun Sixi, who was standing by, laughed so hard that he held his belly. He shouted, "Oh, mom, my belly hurts from laughing, but your hands haven't hurt yet. Why don't you give me your hands and I'll pinch them for you?"

The village chief and his wife seemed to have been brainwashed, and subconsciously extended their hands to Sun Sixi.

Sun Sixi was not polite anymore. He grabbed one of them with each hand and pinched them hard. Both of them screamed at the same time, "It hurts!"

Sun Qingyou looked at the pinch marks and said to his wife in surprise, "Damn, it looks like it's real."

The fat aunt was even more delighted and stretched out her hand to show him, "Dad, it's real. Look, blood is coming out."

This kind of painful and happy scene is really unique.

This time when Sun Wufu came to the village chief's house for a banquet, in addition to bringing letters and money to the village chief's family, he also had a more important mission, which was to hire workers for Ning Weimin.

In view of the huge market in Japan that was like picking up money for free, Sun Wufu not only wanted to send those who had stayed in the capital to Japan, but he also wanted to recruit an additional 150 workers in Sunjia Village.

Sun Wufu did not forget that he was from Sunjia Village. He felt that he had achieved success and that with this opportunity to make a fortune, he should bring all his fellow villagers along so that they could work together to create great things.

However, due to the notoriety of the Japanese devils, Sun Wufu was also worried that people would associate it with the past incidents of Japan capturing laborers and cause bad misunderstandings, so he wanted to inform the villagers of this news through the village committee, and have the village committee go out and organize registration.

This would dispel the villagers' unnecessary concerns and help them quickly select strong laborers who were willing to go abroad with him to earn money. The selection criteria proposed by Sun Wufu were also very simple. In short, they only wanted healthy and capable laborers, preferably those who could read.

But it was also because of this "simple request" that the village chief was in a dilemma. After thinking about it, Sun Qingyou, who was just immersed in joy, said a little embarrassedly, "Wu Fu. You have a conscience. Such a good thing can think of everyone. If you go, we can build a shrine for you. Once the news is announced, our Sunjia Village can beat gongs and drums and sing operas for three days. Everyone will remember your kindness. But the problem is how to deal with the issue of paying public grain in the village, which is a big deal. There are only a few hundred households in the village. It was okay if you took dozens of people with you. But now you need 150 people, which is almost all the strong laborers in our village. If you take everyone away, who will farm? You also know the situation in our village. In good years, we can't get a few more kilograms of grain. In bad years, we rely on resale. If your uncle helps you do this, then your uncle will not be able to explain himself."

When he complained, Auntie Fat also panicked and said quickly, "Yes, Wufu, if you fail to complete the task of paying public grain, the village will hold your uncle responsible. You can't just watch your uncle being stripped of his official hat..."

However, Sun Sixi said, "Uncle, aunt, why are you so confused? Why don't you do such a good thing? Can't you give it to other villages? You can earn 100,000 yuan a year in Japan. Although Sunjia Village is poor, as long as one person in each household can get such a job, not only the fate of the whole family will be changed, but also Sunjia Village will be greatly changed, from a poor village relying on relief to the richest village in the whole Baoding Prefecture. If I didn't have old people and children at home and I didn't have to rely on myself as a man, I would want to go with my brothers. Why are you still backing off..."

"This..." Sun Qingyou and Aunt Fat looked at each other, their brains were a little confused.

That seems to be the case.

Such a big piece of fragrant fat is so tempting.

It doesn't make sense to not allow people from Sunjia Village to go and give the food to outsiders.

If he really did this, people from other villages would be celebrating with the beating of drums and gongs, but he would be criticized by the whole village.

What's more, even in Sunjia Village, once this news is announced, there will be a lot of trouble.

Who doesn’t have relatives from other villages? When all the aunts and uncles come to ask for help, it will be very difficult for him, as the village chief, to treat them all equally.

Sun Qingyou felt confused and the more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became. Perhaps it was because he was getting old and his mind was not as flexible as before.

After thinking about it for a long time, he still couldn't figure it out.

However, Aunt Pang, the housewife, has always been good at managing the household and is very smart.

Seeing Sun Wufu waiting quietly, neither anxious nor annoyed, she thought he might have a solution, and she couldn't help but ask for help.

"Wu Fu, we are all family. Do you have any rules? Give your uncle some advice."

Not to mention, with her reminder, Sun Qingyou also noticed that Sun Wufu standing next to him looked calm and seemed to have something to say.

"Wu Fu, if you have something to say, just say it directly, and don't make fun of me. We are family, so we don't have to argue with each other. As long as it's not a big deal, I will do what you want."

Since that was the case, Sun Wufu spoke freely, "Uncle, in my opinion, this is actually easy to handle. If the people leave, there will be no one to farm the land, but we can pay people to farm the land."

“Hire someone to farm the land?”

Upon hearing this, Sun Qingyou, Aunt Fat, and Sun Sixi all stared at Sun Wufu, all with puzzled expressions on their faces.

"Yes." Sun Wufu continued to talk, "Where did our people go? Japan. What did they do? To make money. For each person to earn 100,000 yuan a year, how much money can be earned by hiring people to farm? Think about it, isn't this the case?"

"But, but who will pay for this money..." Aunt Fat is a very pragmatic person. She only dwells on the most practical issues and still cannot get around this problem.

"Of course whoever goes to Japan will pay for it, but I can pay for everyone first." Sun Wufu said, but Sun Sixi felt sorry for his brother.

"No, Wu Fu, with more than a hundred people, how many families can they have? Don't be silly..."

At this time, Sun Qingyou had also figured it out. He couldn't give in on this matter and had to accept it.

As for the money, he was the village chief after all, and he thought that it should be forcibly distributed according to the old method.

"It's not appropriate. This is such a good thing, whoever gets involved will be dizzy, I can't let you pay for it. I'm the boss, whoever wants to sign up has to pay 100 yuan, no, even the reserve money that should have been paid last year has to be paid, otherwise don't go."

"Uncle, forget it, I'll do it."

Sun Wufu smiled, but showed his due responsibility. "It's not easy for the village committee, it's not easy for you, and it's not easy for everyone. If we really force everyone to pay this money, I guess many families will have to sell chickens and pigs and live a half-hungry life. Why bother? I am from Sunjia Village. I have been away for so many years and have not made any contribution to the village. Now at this critical moment, if I don't help everyone, who will? Just listen to me. I can afford the money, and it's just a temporary advance. I will give you 30,000 yuan later."

At this point, Sun Qingyou had nothing to say. Looking at Sun Sixi who seemed to be hesitant to speak, he expressed his admiration from the bottom of his heart.

"Wu Fu, you've really made it big. Sunjia Village is blessed to have you. But we don't need that much money. Thirty thousand is not enough. Half of it will be enough."

However, Sun Wufu said, "Uncle, don't refuse. I have some ideas. How about you listen to them?"

"You said."

"Let's talk about the matter at hand. Whoever goes to Japan to work will get rich. I'm sure everyone wants it. The person who gets chosen will be very happy. Don't you agree?"

"Correct."

"But if they get rich, what will happen to those families without strong laborers? Should the elderly, the weak, the sick, the orphans and widows be poor? And what about those who were not selected, or who meet the physical conditions but want to go but cannot, such as my brother? Is this fair? Will there be disputes and conflicts among people because of this?"

"This……"

"So, my idea is that when a person becomes rich, he should not forget his hometown. He should not allow polarization, and the poor should not be poor and the rich should not be rich. If it were up to me, those who went to Japan to work, including me, should pay one month's salary from their annual work income to our village committee. This money will be used to pay for all expenses in the village, set aside funds, build roads, and run schools. We will also provide subsidies to families in need and support the elderly. If there is any surplus, it will be distributed to the people left behind in our village every year. No matter whether it is a man or a woman, an old man or a child, as long as they are from Sunjia Village, everyone will get a share."

What does it mean to say something shocking?

This is truly shocking.

As soon as Sun Wufu finished speaking, everyone at the scene was dumbfounded.

Even Sun Sixi seemed not to recognize his brothers.

But to be honest, his idea can really solve a lot of problems.

Nearly 200 people went to Japan to work, and each paid 150,000 yen to the village, which is almost 30 million yen.

According to the private exchange rate, it is less than 2 million RMB.

Not to mention a few villages, even the township doesn't have that much money in a year.

If it is distributed equally among each villager, there would be two to three thousand. If this is really implemented, it can be regarded as a great achievement that will make the whole village rich in one fell swoop.

Sunjia Village will inevitably become the object of envy by all the surrounding villages, even the township and county.

From now on, even if there is a fool in Sunjia Village, girls from other villages will rush to marry him.

After a long while, Sun Qingyou finally agreed. He was full of excitement and emotion and said, "Okay, Wufu, your idea is great. You don't covet fame and fortune, and you don't forget your hometown when you become successful. Just for what you have done, you deserve to have a monument erected for you and be loved by everyone. How about this, when we set up a school and repair the road, we will all name them after you. You are the benefactor of Sunjia Village. We must make sure that the descendants of Sunjia Village will remember you forever."

His words were quite significant. Sun Wufu was naturally frightened. He lost his confidence and started sweating. He quickly said modestly, "Uncle, don't, don't, it's not that serious..."

"As for what I said, let's do it."

Seeing the village chief who was unquestionable and aggressive, Sun Wufu was really troubled. (End of this chapter)