Yang Xiaotao had been out for less than an hour, but the room was already filled with snoring.

Seeing everyone lying on the bed and falling asleep made Yang Xiaotao feel sleepy.

Qinjiazhuang, brigade headquarters.

Even as the village fell silent in the night, the lights here were still on.

The cold wind rushed in from the window from time to time, making sounds, as if participating in the discussion, expressing one's dissatisfaction.

As for the people in the room, they didn't care about this rumor. They all looked serious, said a few words from time to time, and argued with the people around them.

The people here are all village managers.

Just looking at the situation at hand, there are obvious differences, and two factions have gradually formed!

"Uncle Lao Gan, what else is there to say? Look at the surrounding villages. Which ones are not following Yangjiazhuang? They don't have popular and spicy food, but they can still eat well."

"Those who left today all had such a big piece of bread in their arms!"

The young man on the side suddenly spoke and gestured with his hands, leaving those who were still arguing around him speechless.

Everyone looked at the gesticulating hands. No matter how good the words were or how noble the spirit was, everyone was envious of the food that filled their stomachs.

"That's not all. What they eat for lunch is big bone soup and some pork. If this were left in our village, would we usually be able to eat it?"

"Even during the Chinese New Year, we might not have such a meal."

The young man spoke unceremoniously, as did several young people around him.

They are the younger generation in the village, they are similar in age, they do not have as many grudges as the older generation, and they also think straightforwardly.

Besides, even if there is some grudge, it doesn't mean that the whole village has to suffer along with it.

The young man said, and the people around him immediately responded, "Yes, many people from the Qujiazaohu next door to us have gone, and there are also people from the crossroads further away. Everyone who brought them back is watching."

"Our villages are so close together, why can't we do it?"

"Yes, village chief, my family doesn't have much to eat this winter. My brothers and sisters are all waiting for pancakes."

Everyone talked in confusion, and finally their eyes were fixed on the village chief who was eating a cigarette at the front.

"Eat, eat, eat, eat those, do you have any face?"

"Do you have the nerve to eat?"

Uncle Lao Gan saw that the limelight was not right, and looked at each other with the old brothers around him, and then he patted the table and said loudly, "Don't you see that they don't pay attention to us at all?"

"If they had that intention, they should have called us when they set up the farm, but they would rather go to Baima Village on the other side of the mountain and ignore us. Don't they just look down on us?"

"People compete for a breath, and Buddhas compete for a stick of incense. Our Qinjiazhuang is no worse than them, why should we bother others?"

Uncle Lao Gan said angrily, and several old brothers around him nodded silently.

In the past, the people in Galuoli in Yangjiazhuang were not as good as they were in Qinjiazhuang.

In the past two years, a talented person in the village has improved. Speaking of which, they are closer to the township and surrounded by fertile land. They are not better than the other party.

Now he is just a nouveau riche, why should he be humbled?

And their thoughts represent the thoughts of the older generation in the village.

If you don't steam the steamed buns to fight for your breath, you want to bow your head and admit defeat, and dream.

All I can say is that pride is something no matter how high or low it is.

It's a pity that now their pride has turned into a mountain of stubbornness, blocking the good days that the younger generation yearns for.

After Uncle Lao Gan finished speaking, everyone looked at the village chief again.
Chapter completed!