The rising sun is rising in the east, its rays of light shining brightly.

The sparrows perched on the locust tree at the entrance of the village have already preened their feathers.

Then they chirped to each other and said hello, then scattered in all directions and went to the fields, each busy looking for food.

The commune members in Shilipu had also finished the porridge with wild vegetables and grains cooked for them by their mother-in-law who got up early in the morning.

After a quick breakfast, the members gathered at the entrance of the village and waited for Dou Jiande, the production team leader, to assign today's farming tasks to everyone.

Whenever it was time for spring plowing and production, the commune members still did not dare to work as foreigners.

There is an old saying that if you plow more in spring, you will get more harvest in autumn. It is also said that "spring plowing is like turning cakes, and autumn plowing is like digging a well."

The meaning of the latter sentence is: after missing the great opportunity of spring plowing and production.

In autumn, no matter how hard the members try to cultivate winter wheat and other crops, the difficulty will increase exponentially.

In this era of Sichuan land with sufficient water for irrigation and water, the yield per mu is only 350 kilograms; and in the era of sloping land that relies on the sky, the yield per mu generally does not exceed 150 kilograms.

Rural people are not qualified to be lazy.

so,

When the sun just emerged from the foot of the mountain opposite, members of the Shilipu production team were also carrying hoes and shovels.

Wearing thick cotton-padded jackets, they began to gather in small groups, slowly gathering towards the entrance of the village.

The women in the production team always like to walk in front of the team.

Perhaps there is also a subtle meaning of showing their "iron lady" style and "unwilling to be second to others" mixed in.

Among the women who walked to the village entrance first, the Wang family woman with a sharp butt and pointed eyes was the first to see something new on the notice board, saying something new had been posted today.

"What are you doing?"

Mrs. Wang pointed to the notice board at the entrance of the village and asked her companions: "What's going on in the production team?"

Gou Shengniang grinned: "Wang Erni, mother, you are illiterate and you don't know the words.

Isn't this a blind man asking another blind man? Hey, Hui Hui, you know how to read, read it for us, and see what is written on that notice?"

Hui Hui is only at a junior high school level...and she's the kind who dropped out of school in the second grade.

If the Chinese characters on the notice were separated, Huihui could understand most of them.

But if you put all these Chinese characters together, Huihui's stupid mind really can't understand the meaning.

Among the male members, there has long been a guy who can read and write. He has a hoe on his shoulder, stands in front of the "notice board" and starts to show off his knowledge: "A small number of new and old members have little knowledge of this production."

Team cadres’ misunderstandings in personnel arrangements and land farming divisions..."

"Everyone, listen to what the cadres have to say. They say: There are bad elements among our commune members! They are not convinced by the cadres in our production team!

Comrades, touch your conscience and ask yourselves...who among you is dissatisfied with the cadres in our production team?"

in the crowd,

Member Liu Hongjiang’s voice was loud: “Hey, Bai Yan, I asked you to read the notice, so just read the notice properly.

Why are you here to sow discord among the cadres in our production team?"

The middle-aged man named Bai Yan was furious: "Liu Hongjiang, what are you doing here? Who is instigating the cadres in the production team? Does it matter?"

Don't even open your bulging eyes to look!

These contents are clearly written on the notice. It says: There are a small number of bad elements in our production team who are dissatisfied with the cadres of our production team!"

Another member who was also literate laughed and said: "Bai Yan, Bai Yan, Liu Hongjiang is right, you are just being so careless here!

The notice clearly stated that ‘a small number of members have misunderstandings about work arrangements in the production team and land divisions... How can it be said who are the bad elements?”

"A small number of members still misunderstand the good policies of the production team. What are they if they are not bad elements?"

Bai Yan was still arguing: "Let me ask you, in our new society, do bad elements account for a very small number?

Those who dare to question the cadres in our production team, whether they have sinister intentions, what else are they if they are not bad elements?"

Li Na and Li Li squatted quietly under the tree at the entrance of the village, pretending to watch the march of ants, and listened to the arguments among the commune members.

The two sisters couldn't help but laugh inwardly: This ghostly Luo Xuan!

He deliberately wanted to create anger among the old members so that they would begin to have rifts in their positions... It seems that signs of this have begun to appear.

Li Li and Li Na were having fun under the tree.

What Bai Yan said immediately aroused the anger of some members: "How is Zheng Ce in the production team? You have to say yes to us members!"

Bai Yan glared at him: "We, the members of the club, need to say yes before we applaud?

fart!

How high is our ideological consciousness? We know the spirit of our superiors. Can we go to the commune to ask for support from Zheng Ce?

Just like Li Yuejin, your child said that he should eat white flour steamed buns, and your mother-in-law said that the oil is fragrant; your father has no teeth, and he said that it is more suitable to drink mixed with dumplings... There are only a few people in your family, and everyone has their own reasons.

You can't even manage a small family of several people! You still want to question our brother Luo Xuan's ability?"

Li Yuejin was so frightened!

I saw him waving his hands repeatedly: "Bai Yan, Moha! When have I ever questioned Brother Luo Xuan?

Well, I feel that the way our production team allocates farmland always makes people feel... ahem, it's not just me who feels this way."

Bai Yan scolded him: "What are the production team cadres doing inappropriately? Then Li Yuejin, let me ask you, are the lives of the members of our production team getting better and better?"

You forget that when we went to the market in the past, even if we wanted to weigh 2 kilograms of dry tobacco and bring it back, we had to save eggs for about 10 days just to save that little money."

"But what now? Are we still using chickens to deduct pocket money?"

Bai Yan took off the hoe from his shoulder and gave it a heavy blow on the ground: "Li Yuejin said, "Li Yuejin, your family used to eat so much meat and have so much white flour during the Chinese New Year?"

As a human being, you have to be conscientious!

If it weren't for the good leadership of our production team cadres, would we be able to live the good life we ​​have today?"

Li Yuejin is stupid, he can't speak to Bai Yan.

In the end, Old Man Zhou stepped forward and looked directly at Bai Yan, who was spitting with wide eyes: "Bai Yan, please clamp your mouth!

You just ate two cups of hot shit and you don’t know what kind of guy you are, you’re such a shame!”

Bai Yan was furious: "Old gray man, what are you talking about? Isn't what I said the truth?

Is our production team short of your family’s food or your family’s drink?

Or did I not distribute meat to your family during the Chinese New Year, or did I not send white flour to your family?"

"I'm curious! In the past, my family ate chaffy vegetables, but I lived happily! Now I eat a little better, but when I swallow it, it doesn't go smoothly in my throat."

Old man Zhou spat out the old phlegm from the night before: "You, surnamed Bai, licked the holes of the cadres in the production team, and ended up licking the three quotas for entering the factory.

I also sent your mother-in-law to a restaurant to eat delicious and spicy food.

Not only do you get paid every month, but there are so many drivers who are strong and have a lot of money in their pockets, circling around your mother-in-law every day..."

"I call you food!"

The words that came out of Old Man Zhou's mouth were really dirty.

At this time, Bai Yan was completely irritated: "My surname is Zhou! Your family is very lazy and lazy, and they don't have brains to do things... That's why restaurants and cosmetics factories don't want crooked melons and jujubes like yours."

Who gave your mother front and rear eyesight, but she doesn’t know how to make use of it?

If your mother had come to my place with her dustpan and had the audacity to borrow some, she would have given birth to a litter of discarded products like you?"

As soon as Bai Yan said these words,

The members present, no matter men, women, old or young, were all shocked on the outside and tender on the inside.

The veteran members of the Shilipu production team knew that Old Man Zhou had great resentment towards the cadres in the production team.

And the opposite.

As a member of the Shilipu production team, the Bai Yan family was one of the members who benefited the most from the establishment of the factory and hotel.

So he was a die-hard supporter of the cadres in the Shilipu production team.

Bai Yan, in particular, was definitely a staunch supporter of Luo Xuan.

But between Old Man Zhou and Bai Yan, they actually have no personal grudges in private.

Now, on the surface, the two of them seem to be Old Man Zhou who wants to flirt with Bai Yan's wife; Bai Yan may have a strong taste, so his favorite target is older.

But in reality, this was a serious conflict between the positions of Old Man Zhou and Bai Yan.

So when two people attack each other on matters related to the inheritance of the family line, these are just appearances.

It's just that this time the two people scolded... it was indeed a bit excessive.

Especially the taste of Bai Yan, ugh... so strong.

Everyone lamented in their hearts: I'm sorry, now I'm making a big fuss!

What the old man said last week was really unpleasant.
To be continued...