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Suppressed in my heart, I tell you their stories

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Suppressed in my heart, I tell you their stories

Text‖ Javli ‖ the Internet

衙斋卧听萧萧竹,

It is suspected that it is the voice of the people's suffering.

Some small Caozhou county officials,

Every branch and leaf is always about love.

This is a small poem by Zheng Banqiao, a painter, poet and official of the Qing Dynasty, which expresses the author's concern for the suffering of the people at all times. (Want to see other beautiful essays written by the author of this article, Mr. Jia Fuli?, welcome to click the following link: Mixed Flavors: Hometown is Lost! Will the Next Generation Still Have a Hometown?)

As a result of my work, I have made some friends who are engaged in forestry. I admire their spirit, I appreciate their contributions, and I sigh for their fate. I can't even speak of the state and county officials, but I want to make a little weak voice for them, hoping to get the attention of the society.

Let's talk about Lao Zhao first. He is the branch secretary of a village, and a well-known capable person in ten miles and eight villages. It turned out to be engaged in coal trafficking business, and there was a platform for coal, and the business was booming, earning tens of millions of dollars.

Suppressed in my heart, I tell you their stories

At a price of 600 yuan per mu, he contracted more than 3,000 acres of land in his own village and surrounding villages, determined to change the appearance of the village. Most of them are hilly slopes where rabbits don't poop, grow crops, plant a gourd and a scoop. He planted landscape trees on hilly land, such as osmanthus, cherry blossoms, etc., privet, maple, etc. Fruit trees are planted on the more fertile land, including apples, peach trees, apricot trees, etc., as well as hundreds of acres of vineyards.

One year, when the apricots were yellow, he invited me to pick them. Most of the more than 200 acres of apricot trees have borne fruit, and the strong ones are as thick as arms. The apricots are as big as eggs, golden and yellow, fragrant and sweet. The warm breeze of early summer blows, and the air smells sweet.

Lao Zhao is a person who likes friends and friends, and there is an endless stream of people who come to pick apricots, not only eating apricots there, but also drinking and eating there, and taking a basket away before leaving. The surrounding villagers also stealed, and he pretended not to see it when he saw it, and he didn't care.

I asked him why he didn't sell the apricots, and he said that the money from selling apricots was not enough for labor. Hire people to pick, there is no seventy or eighty yuan a day and no one does it, and send it to the market, the wholesale price is too low, and it is not enough for the cost of picking and transportation.

Suppressed in my heart, I tell you their stories

We drove down the field road and saw his landscape trees. Because of the barren land, poor management, and drought, the growth is slow and the quality is not good. Although it was at the climax of greening and beautifying the city at that time, few people still cared about it.

Lao Zhao's loss and defeat are inevitable. He is accustomed to making quick money, engaged in forestry, has large investment, slow returns, and fine management. It is difficult to succeed with a lack of patience and passion alone. After a few years, due to the lack of follow-up funds and lax management, many of the saplings were barren and the grass grew taller than the trees. The land money contracted to the peasants could not be paid for several years, and many peasants asked for their land back and cut down and uprooted their trees. Not only did he lose his investment, but he also owed a lot of debt, and the coal trafficking had long been out of the way. I can't stay at home, and I drift in another country all year round.

Another one, also surnamed Zhao, our hometown is a few miles away, although it is not a county, it is also a fellow villager. He used to work in a company in the city, and he was flexible, and he also made a lot of money. After the completion of a project, the two sides of the strait need to be greened and beautified, and it is required to plant landscape trees with a width of 100 meters, and whoever plants the property rights will belong to whomever will receive a subsidy of 600 yuan per mu per mu for five years. He was moved and contracted 3,000 acres.

Suppressed in my heart, I tell you their stories

A few years later, under his careful management, the landscape tree grew well. Walking on both sides of the river, lush, birds singing and fragrant flowers, it has become a good place to visit and sightsee. However, his life and even survival were in trouble. He gave me an account. To buy saplings, it costs more than 4,000 yuan per mu, 800 yuan per mu per year for contracted land, and at least 200 yuan per mu for management expenses. I started with government subsidies, plus my own savings, and I didn't feel much pressure. In recent years, it has not worked, and the pressure on funds has increased. The worst thing is that there is no hope of making money. Landscape trees on both sides of the river are not allowed to be bought and sold, let alone cut down. He has to pay land contract fees and management fees every year, and he has long been overwhelmed.

One Sunday, he called and said that some leaders had come to him and asked me to accompany them. I gladly went.

At noon, eat at his place. While he was drinking, his wife came and toasted everyone very politely. After dinner, after the Forestry Bureau people left, I was talking to an acquaintance when I suddenly heard a commotion outside. When he heard the news, he saw that he was fighting with his wife because he had drunk too much wine, but he fell to the ground, and his wife lifted a stone to smash it. We hurriedly hugged his wife and scolded her.

Suppressed in my heart, I tell you their stories

His wife cried out like crazy: I don't live anymore, I will die with him. Acquaintances say that leaders come to solve problems, and if there are grievances, talk about them slowly. finally persuaded his wife.

When they returned to the house together, his wife cried that she was a teacher at a primary school in the city, and that his originally peaceful life had been made a mess by him. Not only did he borrow a lot of foreign debts, but even she borrowed money from her brothers and sisters. What's worse is that she also borrowed more than one million from colleagues at her school. As a result, she didn't dare to go to school now, and her colleagues asked her for money when they saw her.

Listening to her cry, I was silent in my heart, and I didn't know how to comfort him. The pain of a woman bearing such a great pressure is unbearable for ordinary people.

A few days ago, when we talked on the phone, he told me that the landscape trees on both sides of the strait are worth more than 100 million yuan, but the funds are still very difficult, and the land money has not been paid to the people for several years. He tried a lot of ways, but the problem still couldn't be solved. He said that there was really no way, so he didn't care, handed over the tree, and his investment was gone, which was regarded as fulfilling his obligations to the country.

There is also a woman named Jun who contracted a barren hillside to carry out greening projects.

Suppressed in my heart, I tell you their stories

The slopes of the hill were rocky, and there was hardly any grass. She hired migrant workers to remove the stones with steel drills, shovels, hand picks, and hooks, digging tree pits, and then pulling soil from a distance to plant the trees. When there was little rain and drought in the mountains, she pulled water to water the trees. Drink water, use a can, eat, and nibble on dry buns. Every young sapling was soaked in blood and sweat.

The barren mountains are green, she has become black, the land is fat, she has become thin and jerky, the scenery is beautiful, and her family wealth has been emptied. I asked her, when will I get the benefits?

There are many, many more stories like this.

In the early spring of a year, the willow silk is green, and the apricot blossoms are in bloom, which is a good season for afforestation. Once, when talking about afforestation, everyone was overjoyed and praised when they saw the achievements of afforestation and greening and beautification in recent years. At the symposium, everyone spoke warmly and passionately.

When it was my turn to speak, my heart was heavy. I would like to take this opportunity to say a few words for these friends who are engaged in forestry development, sing praises for their spirits, sing for their ups and downs, and cheer for their fate.

Suppressed in my heart, I tell you their stories

I said: afforestation, beautification and greening, benefit the present generation, for the benefit of future generations, but it has a large investment, slow results, only with a great heart of love, the great beauty of people are willing to do such a thing. When you wander under the shade of green trees, when you linger in the fragrance of flowers and birds, when you look up at the blue sky and white clouds, when you taste the fresh air, do you really understand the difficulties and sorrows of the foresters, do you see that every tree is watered by them with blood and tears, and can you listen to their hearts quietly. When we praise the great success of afforestation, should all sectors of society reflect on how much care we have given them, how many problems have we solved for them, and should not let them drain their pockets and gamble on the happiness of their whole family, sweating on their bodies, tears in their eyes, and bleeding in their hearts.

I spoke angrily, and the audience was silent. At the end of the speech, there was silence in the conference room, followed by thunderous applause.

I breathed a long sigh of relief, and no matter what the outcome was, no matter what everyone thought, I finally spoke out the words that I had suppressed in my heart, and gave a faint cry to the foresters.

Suppressed in my heart, I tell you their stories

Jia Fuli, born in 1960, his ancestral home is Jia Village, Zhaizi, Hongchang Town, Yuzhou City, Henan Province, graduated from Luohe Normal School, and served as a high school Chinese teacher, deputy director of the Political Research Office of the Pingdingshan Municipal Party Committee, director of the Research Office of the Pingdingshan Municipal People's Congress, member of the Standing Committee of the Pingdingshan Municipal People's Congress, deputy to the National People's Congress, and director of the Agricultural and Industrial Committee.

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