Last year, I went back to the Xuyi revenge collection where I had jumped the queue for more than ten years. I was shocked to learn that my old captain died of drinking medicine a few years ago! The old captain died at the age of 76, his wife died young, and a daughter married in a neighboring village. I went to his house in 2005, and he still lived in the quadrangle when I cut in line. The old farmhouse with three middle schools and one yard in front and back was just a thatched earth wall, which had not been repaired for many years, and a fist was inserted into the wall. That day, he insisted on keeping me for dinner, saying that he asked others to call his daughter to bring food back to cook. I opened the lid of his pot, and the pot was half rusty. I asked him what he usually lives on, and he said, he can still move, dig some herbs on the mountain, and pointed to a booth of roots drying in the courtyard, saying that he usually planed on the mountain. I asked him how much income he could earn, but he said he didn&;t calculate it. I insisted that he calculate it. He recalled the situation of selling medicinal materials in recent times and said that it was about fifty or sixty yuan a month. Also said that only around the mountain, high places can&;t climb. At this time, I didn&;t notice that the old captain&;s actions were not as good as before. At the appointed dinner, the fellow villagers called the child to call me for dinner. I gave the old captain a red Nanjing cigarette and left with the child. I talked about other people in the village in my hometown, and I also knew about the recent situation of the old captain. I rented two acres of contracted land to others for planting, and earned four or five hundred yuan a year. I scraped some herbs myself and barely lived, but my health was not very good. I couldn&;t do the heavy work of carrying water and chopping wood, so I had to call others for help. It was difficult to live alone. This is the last time I saw the old captain, and I regretted it for several years. I should have brought money with me when I went. I regret why I didn&;t throw thousands of dollars to the old captain that day. I still have this ability. Why didn&;t I do it that day? Later, when I heard that the old captain was taking medicine, I was even more sighing for a long time. This is a person who has cared about us for more than ten years. I was born in 1953, jumped the queue in 1968, and returned to the city in 1978. Now I am retired. When I was at work, I was busy and retired, and the past was like smoke. I remember that experience vividly, just like yesterday. I remember when I first went there, I bought planned rice. On that snowy day, we picked two barrels of rice and slipped in the snow. The rice was scattered in the snow and came back to talk about it. After listening to this, the old captain took a broom and dustpan and ran for several miles to sweep all the rice and snow back. Don&;t waste it if it is dirty. Feed the chickens! Before the Spring Festival in 1969, the old captain called on the members of the team to support the educated youth to have a good root year, and every family should send sugar buns to the educated youth. On that day, he and the leader of the Poverty Association, one person carried a basketry head, and each household from the mountain to the foot of the mountain gave us two basketry fights. Our team has ten villages, which are located around the Longtougang Reservoir. Even if we go back now, it will take half a day to travel all over the team (now called the villagers&; group). There was a bamboo garden in the team. In the spring of 1969, bamboo shoots sprouted, which was very tender. We broke off a large pot and was found by the old captain, who criticized it severely! He said that if you want to eat bamboo shoots, you can buckle a strong one in a yellow pot, which will be as fresh and tender as two days. Later, we gradually realized that bamboo is the main source of income for the team. On New Year&;s Day in 1980, I went back to the production team for five days, and I drank sixteen meals. One morning, I slept at my hometown&;s house.Two people woke up outside the door: one said that my family had cooked breakfast and the chicken was stewed. One said, no! I talked about it yesterday. It turned out that it was to invite me to breakfast. I was both emotional and funny. I quickly went out to persuade, but the two still refused to give way, indicating that all the guests were invited and could not let people go back! I had to promise the one who cooked the meal, &”;Go at once! &”;,and then tell the one who promised yesterday,&”; arrive at half past ten! ＂。 When we entertain guests there, wine is necessary. In winter, there are usually bacon, chickens and vegetables at home, which is convenient. Every year after the sweet potato is dried in the autumn, the villagers meet and talk: &”;Second sister, has your wine changed? ＂。 Changing wine is a necessity in life. It is to put a jar of 70-80 kilograms in a tractor bucket, with a car full of dried sweet potatoes on it, and drive it to a town called Jianxi. Eight kilograms of dried sweet potatoes are exchanged for one kilogram of wine, which is considered as a new year&;s goods. When we meet in the village years later, the dialogue is: &”;Second sister, have you finished your wine? ＂。 At that time, there were not many families with wine. Last year, I went to the old secretary&;s house to look after him. The old secretary was the deputy secretary of the brigade at that time, in charge of culture and education. When I jumped the queue, I worked as a teacher in the brigade private school for four years. The old secretary was my leader. Last year, he was 93 years old, with a clear mind and good health except for mobility. At that time, the brigade private school had a class, and 14 teachers and 13 private schools were all in his charge. He was the leader in charge of the collection. When I was teaching the first grade, there was a classmate&;s sister who was left unattended in the class. The old secretary agreed to take the class with the child on his back. The student raised his hand during class. I asked why, and answered, &”;My sister peed! &”;,I&;ll let him to the office to change diapers. The old secretary retired after being enrolled in the private school, and the treatment was that he worked in the school for 100 yuan a year. After he retired, his retirement salary was about 1000 yuan a month, and he lived with his son, which was considered to be a sense of old age. When talking about the old farmer in the team, he also felt a lot, saying that I was shocked that all four old brothers in Hedong drank it. Hedong, another name for a village in our team, is located in the east of the spillway of the reservoir. Because of the high ground, Lao Li&;s family built a house here, and four sons live in separate households here. Four old brothers are older than me, and they should be around eighty by now. I asked him why, and the old secretary told me that some people knew that they would be ill, some had unfilial daughters-in-law, and some had a son who went first unexpectedly, which was complicated but not complicated. It was just a simple matter in the countryside, but the medicine was sold in many places in the town for a few dollars. These four are my playmates when I cut in line, and the third one comes to our educated youth home after dinner every day, and he is a good player at playing cards. I thought about it for a few days and finally understood, in a word, poverty! I have been calling on farmers to get old. When there is a policy of retirement and providing for the aged, we can avoid the slogan of &”;Don&;t pay&”; and call it &”;old farmer subsidy&”; as it is now, as long as the increase is larger, less than 1,000 yuan or about 800 yuan. Didn&;t the old workers have it? A large part of the old workers didn&;t pay it. IMy mother-in-law is 88 years old. She has never paid it, and now she has more than 3,000 a month! I didn&;t pay it when I was young because there was no policy! The four old brothers, do you have a policy? If a city retires before it has a policy, it is called &”;regarded as&”;. Why can&;t farmers &”;regarded as&”;? What is paid, according to the amount, is called &”;supporting the bottom&”;. Why don&;t farmers &”;support the bottom&”;? It is said that we are the second economy in the world. Is it necessary to carry this difference into the next century? I cut in line, grilled across the river, paid public grain, paid agricultural tax, planted trees and forests in other communes, and built roads. The river I&;ve crossed is called the Huaihe River into the river. For three months, each person has a cubic task every day. If I can&;t finish the gas lamp assault at night, the reward is that the production team keeps score! According to the current highway toll repayment regulations, can farmers who were responsible for the work of river engineering in those days pull a rope on the Huaihe River to collect fees from passing ships for their old age? Now the green mountains and green waters are the work of farmers who planted trees in those days. Do they also draw walls to collect fees for the elderly? Balanced redistribution is a matter of policy. It is a major event for the development of social civilization that farmers wash their feet and go to the fields. Our urban expansion has sold a large number of farmers&; land, and the compensation mechanism for land acquisition lacks macro-thinking. It is just a matter of making up for the people who have been demolished. From the perspective of balancing rural and urban areas as a whole and narrowing the gap between urban and rural areas, the old farmers can be relieved.