Chapter 219 (1/2)

Hearing Wang Junpeng's wonderful remarks, Xu Jie said in a strange way: ”what do you mean that the taxes we pay to others to raise children are just social and public resources? It's so strange that you say... You can also have children by yourself and earn the taxes you pay. Having two children can earn social and public resources and contribute to the whole civilization... Having ten children can take more advantage, And be the hero of the whole civilization! ”

Speaking of this, Xu Jie suddenly remembered something, ”... That's not right. We are mostly in the planned economy now. How much tax did you pay?”

Wang Junpeng refused: ”I don't pay much tax? Have you made enough money this year to raise a child? ”

The two men stared at each other and debated for a long time. They couldn't say why, and there was no particularly strong objection.

In fact, neither of them is quite right. Population growth has a positive impact on the current new civilization.

For example, if you pay social public resources with the unit of ”1” to raise a baby, when he grows up and enters the society, he can return 10 or even 20 public resources to make everyone's life better. This is definitely a win-win business!

Of course, this kind of business can be clearly calculated for the whole civilization, even for a single individual. Even if the growth period of infants and young children is only 20 or 30 years, it is a long time for individuals.

Wang Junpeng and Xu Jie have made a lot of money by recycling mobile phones, but... As rich people in the spacecraft, neither of them wants to have children.

Look at those people around who have children. What's the pain like?

Lao Fang next door gave birth to a little girl with his daughter-in-law. Wow, he had to get up and wash diapers in the middle of the night! And the cry of children will come in at night. It's just... A nightmare, a real nightmare.

In such a ghost place, it's impossible to find a servant to take care of their children. It's impossible to have money or parents to help. Everything depends on yourself.

It is possible for the government to help raise robots, but the current productivity can not be mass-produced, let alone a family with a robot.

It's a hard work!

”No birth, no birth.” Wang Junpeng thought of this and couldn't help shaking his head. He seems to understand why the fertility rate is so low.

”Give birth to you. You don't even have a girlfriend. You still have children... You're such a dishonest guy. Do you still want to be a father? Can you get a certificate? ”

Xu Jie doesn't know why. His mouth stinks today. He just owes scolding. However, Wang Junpeng knows that this good friend is such a straight character after getting along with him for so long.

”Who said I wanted to be a father? I'm still a child. Why should I find sin for myself? I just feel very unhappy. This policy is very strange... Well, in order to make our civilization stronger in 50 years, i... reluctantly accept it! ”

Wang Junpeng shook his head and walked out of the door of the room.

A 30-year-old child... According to the life expectancy that can be achieved in theory, he is still a child.

”50 years later, with a population growth rate of 5%... It can reach more than 5.7 million people. It sounds OK. There are more human resources than now, and more industries can be developed.”

”However, there are less than six million people. It's still too few.”

Although he made a lot of money, he really didn't have the desire to be a father, especially without the urging of his parents. Most of the astronauts on earth time are young people. Without the pressure from their parents, who doesn't want to play for a few more years?

”It's OK to find a girl to live together and get married... It's not impossible to find a robot sister...”

Who doesn't have any physical desire

The new year's festivities filled the air. The plants in the central square looked like a Christmas tree after careful decoration. There are several stereos playing all kinds of happy music, and a group of 3-year-old children are performing art.

”Hey, children, let's sing with me... Red fruit, red fruit, red red; Green bubble, green bubble, green... ”