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Gao Bing, the secretary of Liushan Commune, received a call from Fu Sanjun, the secretary of the county party committee, and rushed to the county party committee in a panic.

"Secretary, the Dashui Village experiment was a great success, and the villagers are very enthusiastic. Why are you canceling the demonstration site?"

Gao Bing was drenched in sweat, while Fu Sanjun said with a dark face, "Canceling the demonstration site or your position as secretary, you choose one."

"No, what exactly happened?"

Fu Sanjun shoved a stack of documents in front of Gao Bing: "Take a look, these are documents from the Municipal Party Committee. Page three, read them carefully. Some comrades are acting on their own initiative, making arbitrary decisions, turning large collectives into small collectives, and small collectives into individuals. This is an extremely dangerous mindset, and we must seriously correct these mistakes. Look, what do you mean by 'some comrades'? They're practically naming Fu Sanjun."

Gao Bing's expression changed, and his tone softened: "Secretary, how did news of a small village like Dashui contracting out land reach the city?"

"There are plenty of envious people out there. The municipal party secretary wants to make an example of someone to boost his political achievements, and he just happened to pick me."

"Well, every household in Dashui Village raises pigs, chickens, and rabbits. We can't just slaughter them half-grown, can we?"

"That's what the municipal party committee means: to make an example of them and wipe them out in one fell swoop. It's a pity for those pigs; it's only the beginning of spring, there's plenty of green grass everywhere, and they'll fatten up as soon as the wind blows. It's a waste to kill them."

I almost knelt down and begged the Party Secretary to agree not to slaughter the pigs, but for each family to raise them. At the end of the year, the villagers would receive a subsidy based on the weight of the pigs to cover feeding costs. The pork would be taken to the county slaughterhouse for unified slaughter and then sold to the supply and marketing cooperative.

All the rabbits will be sent to the agricultural machinery department for them to feed; you'll receive five yuan compensation for each rabbit. As for the chickens and ducks, you'll have to deal with them yourselves. The cost of the piglets and rabbits will be offset by the pigs and rabbits themselves. If anyone buys pigs on credit and doesn't deliver them, you, the Party Secretary, will be held accountable.

How much subsidy is given per pig?

"Gao Bing, how much compensation can you get for poaching someone? I guess it'll be capped at ten or twenty yuan."

"They only charge ten yuan for raising it for a year?"

"Hey, your thinking is wrong. Pigs belong to the country, and ten yuan is for fodder."

"Secretary Fu, this is too little, it's a rip-off."

"Trying to scam people? After this incident, I'm not even sure if I can keep my position."

"Can't we go to Commander Zhou? He gave me the courage to do it."

"Commander Zhou, Commander Zhou, it's questionable whether he'll even wake up," Fu Sanjun muttered to himself.

"What's wrong with Commander Zhou?"

"If he were still the division commander, would the municipal party secretary dare to make such a big fuss? It's just a small village like Dashui, we could have turned a blind eye and let it go, but they insisted on making an example of it. Division Commander Zhou was wounded on the front line and is unconscious. Perhaps he will never wake up again."

Fu Sanjun's brows were furrowed like knives.

"No wonder, the tea gets cold when the person leaves, but it gets cold even before the person leaves."

"If he leaves, I should leave too. The reason I'm still in this position is out of a last bit of consideration. At most a year. If Commander Zhou doesn't wake up within a year, I should retire to the second line," Fu Sanjun said somberly.

"While I'm still in this position, I'll comfort the villagers and then go talk to the slaughterhouse to get back any pigs or offal from whoever's farm. That's all I can do, Gao Bing. I've done my best."

Fu Sanjun regained his morale, waved his hand and said, "Let's go back. By the way, let Zhao Jintao take over as the squad leader of Dashui Village."

"No, Zhao Jintao studied animal husbandry techniques at the Academy of Agricultural Sciences, how can he be a team leader?"

"He was corrected along with them."

"Is this really necessary? Zhao Jintao is educated, hardworking, and a talented person."

"Fine, fine, get lost. I'm annoyed too." Fu Sanjun waved impatiently, signaling Gao Bing to go back.

Dashui Village is just a small village with only thirty-odd households. After the implementation of the contract system before the Lunar New Year, the villagers were all overjoyed, and Gao Bing was also full of energy.

The success of the Dashui Village demonstration site gave other villages confidence, and later, a contract system was implemented for each production brigade.

Dashui Village was the hope of the villagers, and also Gao Bing's hope. Now that hope has been shattered, everything has returned to zero.

It has been proven that the contract responsibility system is feasible, and rural areas can have enough to eat through labor; however, policy does not allow it.

Despite his disappointment, Gao Bing's first priority was to appease the villagers. He didn't even have time for lunch before heading to Dashui Village with Li Feng, the office director, and Wang Jiakun, the brigade secretary.

The villagers went to the village office for a meeting with great joy, knowing that the commune secretary would bring good news.

More than a hundred villagers looked at Gao Bing expectantly.

"Dear fellow villagers, the contracting system and breeding experiments implemented in our village will be temporarily suspended."

"Stop? What does 'stop' mean?"

In the silent meeting room, an old man asked in confusion.

"We have been illegally contracting land and raising pigs, chickens, and rabbits, which violates national policies and must be stopped immediately," Gao Bing said with difficulty.

"No, the commune gave us the contract to raise pigs. How could it be terminated with just one sentence? My pigs are almost 100 pounds! I was hoping to sell them to get married!"

"Secretary Gao, leaders can't just talk big! In the dead of winter, I have to go cut pig feed even though I don't eat it myself. Now you're saying we can't raise them anymore?"

This caused an uproar; the villagers were outraged.

"Fellow villagers, all the mistakes are my responsibility. I wish everyone could contract out their land to raise pigs and chickens, but I have no choice. The city has issued a notice."

"What about my pigs? What about the money I owe the commune for the piglets?"

Some people still focus on practical issues.

"You can keep raising the pigs. At the end of the year, hand them over to the commune, and we will provide subsidies based on their weight. As for the cost of the piglets, you can use the pigs to pay off the debt."

As soon as he finished speaking, a stone was smashed directly onto Gao Bing's head: "You bunch of corrupt officials, what policy doesn't allow it? You're just making a fool of us! If pigs are sent to the commune, aren't they just eaten by you corrupt officials? We won't do it, we won't do it..."

"We've suffered enough, and now you're taking advantage of us? How are we supposed to live?"

"My goodness, where can I go to seek justice in this world?"

Some were crying, some were shouting, and the venue was in complete chaos. Gao Bing was also bleeding from his head.

Outside the door, a young man carrying a package stood forlornly for a while before resolutely walking into the venue.

"Jin Tao, you're here! Come on, say a few words, they won't listen to me!" Gao Bing saw his savior and quickly pulled Zhao Jin Tao onto the stage.

"Everyone, please be quiet! Please be quiet!"

Zhao Jintao shouted, and the villagers fell silent. Jintao's mother jumped up: "Jintao, you, why are you back?"

Zhao Jintao smiled and said, "I was on the same path as everyone else, and I was corrected."

"You...you fired me?" Jin Tao's mother's lips turned white, and she looked like she was about to faint.

"Fellow villagers, please don't make things difficult for Secretary Gao. There's nothing he can do about the city's documents."

"Jin Tao, we've raised these pigs for three months, and now they're going to be confiscated. We don't want that!" an old man said pitifully.

"Although the experiment was interrupted halfway, one thing is certain: as long as we work hard, we will have enough to eat and wear. The land is farmed by one family or by everyone working together."

The land won't change; as long as people's hearts remain unchanged, we can still have a bountiful harvest. As for raising pigs, chickens, and rabbits, these have been very successful. Let's wait, just a little longer. Once the country stops fighting and shifts its focus to the economy, then the country will definitely take action.

Gao Bing quickly chimed in, "Yes, yes, Comrade Zhao Jintao is absolutely right. What we're waiting for is a document. You raised the pigs and put in the labor, so besides receiving compensation based on the pigs' weight, the offal is still yours."

Zhao Jintao is back, so what else can the villagers say?

It seems this reform wasn't just Gao Bing's personal action; there are actually official documents behind it.