59 years after its opening, people are still in Nanluoguxiang.

"Haha, Chen Feng, my son has become a cadre!"

When a few people drove back, they saw Liu Haizhong in his yard, talking to the old man and Chen Jianjun. When he saw Chen Feng get out of the car, he immediately told them the purpose of his visit.

"Is he also the squad leader?"

Chen Li put her hands on her hips, walked over proudly and asked.

Ever since she became the class monitor, she felt that she was very capable and suddenly became the most eye-catching one among the kids in the neighborhood.

When walking, you have to put your hands in your pockets!

Liu Haizhong's face flushed as he said, "He's not a squad leader, but he's the director of a military farm, managing over a hundred people. They're still expanding and migrating, so maybe in the future it'll be a town of over a thousand people!"

Just blow it!

Because of the rebel massacres in the late Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China, after 49, the mainland continued to migrate people there to dilute the foreign ethnic groups, increase the proportion of Han people, and maintain the centripetal force of the border towards the central government.

1954 - 1961年进入新疆的人口有60多万，1963 - 1967年又迁入58万，此时进入新疆的人口累计达到了140多万，直接增加了四分之一人口。

But compared with the vast area of ​​Xinjiang, it is simply a drop in the bucket. Shanghai and Beijing have a population of five to six million!

The population of a city is greater than that of a province!

We need people everywhere!

It would be good enough if I could allocate land to you for seven or eight households, so that the village can maintain a size of more than a hundred people.

"Hey, Uncle Liu, Xinjiang is a great place, I know it well!"

Wang Pangzi, who is a talkative guy, inherited Sha Zhu's "honesty".

"Let me tell you, I've been following my dad since I was little, holding a gun, riding a horse, hunting everywhere. There were gazelles, deer, roe deer, wild boars, everywhere!"

"Every military farm must have a few dogs and someone to keep watch at night. Do you know why?"

"If you don't have a gun at night, you might get eaten by a wolf."

Liu Haizhong's eyes widened. How could he, a semi-illiterate person, know so much?

His son would not say anything bad about that place in his letter.

"Is it that dangerous?"

"Of course, where you can't find anyone for hundreds of miles, it's either the Gobi Desert or the Tianshan Mountains. Let's put it this way: look behind you and you'll see the Tianshan Mountains, and look ahead and you'll see the Gobi Desert and the desert."

Fatty Wang jokingly said, "In that place, the food they eat every day is half wheat rice and half sand."

"Brother Fatty, what is wheat rice? Isn't it rice?" Chen Li asked curiously.

"No, there's a water shortage over there, so everyone grows wheat." Fatty Wang explained, "Wheat doesn't need much water, but rice doesn't."

"The water over there is all melted snow that flows into the mountains. Then people dig an underground canal in the mountains to bring the water to the fields."

"Why? Isn't there a river there?" Chen Li became more and more confused.

"There is a river, but it often dries up. Every July and August there are floods, which seem severe, but within a dozen days the water is gone, swallowed up by the sand."

Fatty Wang talked about his experience in Xinjiang and said, "I picked up a lot of jade from the river there, but it was worthless. My father took me to sell this big bag to a jade factory in Urumqi for only a few yuan."

"If I knew that big brother liked it, I wouldn't have sold it!"

"No way, a small piece of jade costs several dollars at the gold shop!" Chen Hao asked in surprise.

He still doesn't understand what the scissors gap is!

Why is private trading not allowed?

Because there can only be one middleman!

"Ahem, ahem, Wang, Wang, Fatty, tell me more about the situation over there, don't talk about jade." It was rare for Liu Haizhong to find a Northwest Pass, so how could he let it go.

He really cares about his eldest son!

The northwest is too far away, and if Liu Guangqi doesn't tell him, he has no way of knowing the situation there.

"Well, immigrants, you know?"

"How could I not know this!"

"Okay, then I'll tell you about it." Fatty Wang was proud.

"A relocated village consists of only a few dozen households, and the area within a radius of dozens or even hundreds of miles is just one village!"

"Many are from Henan, Shandong, Jiangsu and Hebei."

"In short, a village has about dozens of households, and they can be divided into dozens of acres of land. The land there is very large, and you can't cultivate it all."

"My father drives from one village to another farm, which takes one or two hours."

"A town over there is actually just a village, with a population of five or six hundred at most."

"I went hunting in that county before. There were only two streets and not even a department store, only a supply and marketing cooperative."

"Too poor!"

"There is only one supply and marketing cooperative in a county?" Liu Haizhong was a little upset.

My son is living in the commune, and I’m afraid he has to eat noodles and miscellaneous grains every day!

He was wrong about this!

The land there is vast and sparsely populated, with long hours of sunshine, but as long as you work hard on farming, life is really not bad!

It would be even more comfortable if you could hunt!

There was no problem with food and clothing, but information was underdeveloped and there was a lack of modern products such as bicycles and radios.

"Grandpa, is it really that poor over there?"

"Um, I'm not clear about this situation. You have to ask the relevant department." The old man's Tai Chi push hands was extremely smooth.

He still knew something about the situation. After all, he had contacted some of his subordinates and had a drink with Mr. Wang many times.

Liu Haizhong looked at Chen Feng.

"About the same. Xinjiang has only about five to six million people. With so many cities, if you divide it up, the average population in the more than one hundred counties and cities is only about 50,000 people!"

"Including large cities like Urumqi and Karamay, and the Xinjiang Production and Construction Corps headquarters, the actual total population of a county is only about 10,000 to 20,000 people. Subtracting the rural population in towns and villages, that leaves only a few thousand people with urban household registration."

"With a small population, consumption levels are naturally low. Without a population and a market, transportation costs cannot be spread out."

In 1982, the total population was only 1308 million, with an average of people per county or city, and the urban population was still very small.

The imagination that a northwestern county can process hundreds of kilograms of fish and thousands of kilograms of meat every day after the reform and opening up is pure imagination!

Unless one-third of the county’s population comes to buy from you.

"My son!"

Liu Haizhong lost all his happiness and just wanted to find a place to cry.

That's horrible!

It can't be compared with the Forbidden City!

There are over 100,000 people in several nearby towns and villages!

"Uncle Liu, stop crying. Your son is still good. At least he has a wife." Fatty Wang gloated.

"Let me tell you, most of the people there are single. There are 300 people on a farm, but only a dozen or so aunties!"

"Ahem, you can marry someone from an ethnic minority. Mixed race people are very good looking."

Chen Feng glared at Fatty Wang.

The gender imbalance problem among immigrants is indeed prominent.

The Xinjiang Production and Construction Corps was established in 1954 with a total of 17.5 people, of which only 4 were women.

In 1950, 3862 female soldiers were recruited in Changsha, and another 1951 were recruited in 4000, which was known as the "Eight Thousand Hunan Girls Going to Tianshan Mountain."

Between 1952 and 1954, women from Shandong entered Xinjiang, some of whom were widowed and brought with them 1190 children.

It’s still far from enough!

However, there are so many mixed-race people in later generations thanks to immigration.

This policy of encouraging immigration will remain unchanged into the future, with various benefits provided.

In the future, when agriculture is mechanized, farmers who have lived in the local area for seventy or eighty years have relied on renting out their own land. After thirty years, the monthly rent will be more than 10,000 to 20,000 yuan, and more than 100,000 yuan in rent per year.

Because the land they were divided into at that time was very large!

This is the land after the second generation divided the family!

It can be said that immigrating to Xinjiang is not a bad thing. Compared with the poverty in the mainland, life there has fish, meat, vegetables and wheat!

There are extra points in the college entrance examination (following the mother's family), subsidies for education and housing, and less pressure in life.

If you are discerning and store hundreds of kilograms of jade at home, it will be difficult for you not to become rich in the future!

Every year floods wash down the jade from the Tianshan Mountains!

Just go out and pick it up in the river.

"How can my grandson marry a barbarian?"

However, Liu Haizhong didn't understand. He now felt that his son, daughter-in-law, and future grandchildren were suffering too much!

"I'm going to go back and write a letter asking him to come back!"

"At the very least, my grandson must not stay in the northwest, he must stay in the Forbidden City!"