Chapter 196: The Power of the Radio, Ideological Construction is Very Important!

"Hey! Husband, I didn't expect this village to be much cleaner than I thought! Also gave us a house yard prepared in advance. "

"That's because there were a group of village officials stationed here before, but because of their rich experience, they were all transferred to Suihua and Harbin, two newly liberated areas."

"Let's level up in the novice area now!"

"Then how do we gather the villagers?"

Zhao Wentai has worked in a foreign bank, and his brain is more flexible than ordinary people.

He smiled.

"Don't we have a magic weapon here!"

Ten minutes passed.

A strange sound sounded from this pristine village.

"Welcome to the Voice of the Northland, now play the Northeast Duo Zhuan - "The Great Western Wing"

"Hey! Zhao Jiaoxi played! “

"Hurry up, get a bench and go to the play!"

But seeing Xu Daya's eyes lit up, he found a small bench and ran to the grain field where the village official was.

On the side, his life secretary looked at the boiling water that was still boiling, and then at the grain field in the distance, although she wanted to listen, but the work in hand was not finished.

After all.

If she really counts, she can only be regarded as half a slave, and she has no freedom at all.

"A round of bright moon illuminating the West Wing ~ Twenty-eight beautiful people dressing up ~ Three invited Zhang Sheng to the banquet ~ ~ No one jumped the powder wall ~ "

Accompanied by playback on the radio.

The fathers and elders of the entire Little Elm Village all ran to the village official garrison near the grain field.

Some were holding small benches, and some were squatting directly in the corner, staring at the wooden box.

"Obedient! What is this thing, how can there be a sound! "

"It's a good song."

"This young marshal is a horse immortal, sealed the ghost's soul into this box?"

The villagers who saw the whole village were attracted by the sound of this radio.

Xiaowen's eyes widened: "Husband, you are so powerful, you gathered the villagers together without much effort, go up and talk about our Daqing policy!" "

Instead, Zhao Wentai smiled.

"Can't be too urgent! As the saying goes, it's too much! "

"Put this broadcast on for three days first!"

Zhao Wentai broadcasts at one o'clock every afternoon.

It was put on for three days in a row.

On the third day, the people on this grain drying field were afraid that thousands of people had gathered, not only the villagers of Little Elm Village, but even the people of several neighboring villages around them, all of them were like gatherings, all sticking their heads out and preparing to listen to the play.

Now that the autumn harvest has passed, winter will soon be the time for agricultural leisure (winter wheat is not planted in the northeast, spring wheat is planted, and the time is around March). ）

Everyone is idle at home, naturally they all come to listen to the play and bask in the sun.

It's time to see what the time comes.

Zhao Wentai immediately stepped forward.

"Fellow villagers, I am the new resident clerk in the village-Zhao Wentai, you can just call me Comrade Xiao Zhao in the future."

"I'm here..."

He knew that the common people did not like to listen to his tirade.

This grassroots work needs to be done slowly.

Cast a wide net, and then focus on breaking through.

Therefore, Zhao Wentai only briefly said his task.

Then just go ahead and turn on the radio.

According to Zhao Wentai's understanding, the policy spirit of this young marshal can actually be learned from the radio.

Sure enough.

The radio first played a classic commentary book "Jingyang Gang Wusong Fights the Tiger" that the people liked to see

Immediately afterwards, a piece of news was played.

"It's two o'clock in the afternoon, and the Voice of the North will broadcast the noon news for you."

"Today, the Harbin police arrested Fu Shizeng, a large landowner, and confiscated more than 870,000 jin of autumn grain from his home."

"Fu Shizeng ignored the discipline of the Fengjun and missed up to 230,000 jin of autumn endowment!"

"Moreover, according to reports from the masses, there are as many as 21 criminal responsibilities for bullying men and women, forcibly buying and selling, and forcing Liang to become a prostitute."

"According to the law, Fu Shizeng and his 19 family gangs were shot in the streets!"

"Below, is an interview with the victim, Lin."

"Our family was originally farming outside the city, but my father had a strange illness, so he went to the Fu family to borrow money, saying that it was three points of interest, and when he repaid the debt in the fall, he pointed to the IOU and said that it was thirteen interest, and the profit rolled over!"

"They are bullying them for not being literate, saying that they are blind, and they snatched all their two daughters away to pay off their debts, and as a result, they all sold them to the green kiln.

"To my little girl, the tortured people are not ghosts or ghosts."

"I sued the Fu family for three years, and the old men in the city didn't answer the complaint, and broke my leg!"

"I hang this breath and don't die, I want to seek justice for my girl..." (Read violent novels, just go on Feilu Novel Network!) ）

"Thank you Young Marshal, thank you Master Qingtian!"

"I can finally blind my eyes!"

"Woohoo!"

This interview was sincere, and the ordinary people present all felt the same way.

"Is this Fu family Fu Bancheng from Harbin?"

"That's him! Damn, he has saved millions of catties of grain, and he still doesn't pay the autumn grain, has his family finished eating these grains! "

"That is, the richer the more greedy, the young marshal only collects three percent of the grain tax, and there is no such low tax in the whole country!"

"And this bully of men and women, isn't this bullying of our people who are illiterate!"

Seeing the villagers discussing in low voices.

Zhao Wentai's heart moved.

Step forward immediately.

"Fellow villagers, you have also seen that this illiteracy is blindness, and you will be deceived by bad people early."

"We want to organize village schools here and set up children's groups, so that everyone can send their children, not only can they read and write, but also have free lunch."

"By the way, if you are over 16 years old, you can still go to the city to work as a worker, eat rich and strong powder, and no longer have to gouge food in the land!"

This example of broadcasting is much more useful than grinding your own lips for half a day.

Many villagers were very impressed.

"Send the kid over tomorrow, run around in the ditch every day, it's better to learn a skill!"

"Comrade Xiao Zhao, does our school still recruit girls!"

"Collect it! Not only to collect girls, but also to form a militia team, some time ago the mongoose ancient people entered the village to burn, kill and loot, and many villages were affected! "

"If we form a militia team, we can protect ourselves!"

Speaking of this, Zhao Wentai smiled slightly.

"The young marshal said, which family participates in the militia, and then deduct five points of autumn endowment, and only pay two to five grain taxes a year!"

Wow--

Talking about other ordinary people may still be a little bit of Maha.

If you talk about tax cuts.

Everyone is not sleepy.

At this moment, the eyes of all the people lit up.

Obediently, when you are a militiaman, you can still be exempt from food taxes?

"Comrade Xiao Zhao, do you think you can be a militiaman!"

"Yes, yes, choose, choose!"

Instead, Zhao Wentai laughed.

"This militia only selects 15-20 (good) people per village, and the number is limited."

"Let's listen to the play first!"

Saying that, he immediately amplified the sound of the radio again.

This Northern Voice radio station is quite the style of the six princesses of the later generations.

Just finished broadcasting the news that the Fu family in Harcheng bullied men and women.

The next moment, there is another paragraph!

"The Young Shuai Saves the White-Haired Girl"

Listening to the story, Huang Shiren forced the honest tenant Yang Bailao to death, defiled Xi'er, and forced Xi'er to flee to the mountains to become a white-haired girl!

Many villagers gritted their teeth angrily.

After becoming a militiaman and having a gun in his hand, who dares to bully our people!

Instead, the landlords of the surrounding villages shivered.

It's good that the autumn grain was handed in on time, otherwise ... His own family became Fu Bancheng, parading the streets one by one and being shot!

Today, add chapter 3.

Owed (Chapter 3/11).

I couldn't write, and I sat down for another 12 hours to write, and my back ached.

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