The scene, very quiet.

Even the naughty bare-bottomed children were frightened by the oppressive atmosphere brought by the serious expressions and complicated eyes of the elders, and they didn't dare to make any more noise.

Everyone's eyes were on Liu Fuwang.

Waiting for his answer.

The sky that had been clear became cloudy.

This made the atmosphere even more oppressive.

Liu Fuwang has served as the branch secretary and captain, and it has been 27 years now!

Everyone wants to change, but they can't toss, and they want to toss, but they can't afford to be tossed by Liu Fuwang.

The more you toss, the poorer you get.

For a long time, everyone has been counting on this old branch secretary, who was favored by God in the War of Resistance Against Japan, the War of Liberation, and the Korean battlefield, to lead everyone to fight a bloody road.

No matter how hard and tired it is, everyone is afraid of being poor.

Liu Fuwang has not changed all this in 27 years, everyone has despaired, and now Liu Fuwang's son who has been in high school for seven years has ignited hope again.

Poor makes people unable to straighten their backs.

Poor makes people see no hope.

Poverty, so that women are reluctant to marry.

Poverty, so that the whole family is facing the cut off......

Liu Chunlai put the biggest problem that the whole team did not dare to face.

Who doesn't want to have a full meal?

Who doesn't want to have money to spend?

Who doesn't want to be able to ask a mother-in-law to give birth to a baby and experience the good days of a wife and children's hot kang head?

"Raise the flag!"

Liu Fuwang's voice trembled with a hint of trembling.

This made him feel as if he had returned to the determination of the regiment commander to pull out the American imperialist machine gun fortress with the explosives bag himself on the Korean battlefield.

For many years, he hadn't been so enthusiastic.

What's more, the eyes of these people made him too uncomfortable.

"If there are still singles in the team, then let my son Liu Fuwang be the last single!" Liu Fuwang, who was hot-headed, was relieved.

At the very least, it is easier to let more than 100 singles please the mother-in-law than it is to let the whole team of more than 300 singles please the mother-in-law.

"Who wants to be poor? Who wants to be a single for the rest of his life? Who wants to not have enough to eat a meal for the rest of his life?" Liu Chunlai saw that his father was not ruthless, he breathed a sigh of relief, and called Liu Jiuwa, who was kneeling, and another little old man, and asked loudly to everyone.

"No one!"

"Mo De Man!"

"I don't want to ......"

......

Almost all of them roared with all their might.

Even the little ones who don't know the fart are yelling at them that they don't want to.

At this time, Liu Fuwang, who had already woken up, was desperate.

The loan of more than 30,000 yuan is not a thing, anyway, since he came back to become the secretary and captain, the loan has not been paid off.

With a few words, Liu Chunlai's family debts that originally owed thousands of dollars may have increased dozens of times in a year.

Money is not a thing.

In desperation, my son said that he wanted to be the last single in the team!

What's even more desperate is that Yang Aiqun, that crazy woman, can do anything for her son!

"Listen to the descendants of the Liu family, from today on, Liu Chunlai will be the standard-bearer of my Liu Jiapo! The flag that my Liu family sons carried on the battlefield in the past has never fallen, and today, the banner of my Liu family's poverty alleviation has been raised!"

At this moment, an old voice resounded throughout the public housing area.

"The Ancestor is here!"

"The Ancestor is here......"

When a bunch of little kids heard this, they all gathered around.

When Liu Fuwang heard the voice, he couldn't care about the despair in his heart, so he hurriedly collected his mind and greeted him.

"Eighth Master, why did you come out?"

An old man wearing a navy blue robe, long hair with a shawl and snow-white hair, a foot-long beard, and a black crutch in his hand, holding the crutches with three fingers missing, stood tremblingly on a one-foot-high flag stand.

Liu Baye!

In 1911, the 21-year-old Liu Baye participated in the Baolu Movement, and later fought with the major warlords in Sichuan, and in the end, under the will of General Liu Xiang, a classmate of his martial arts class in the same period, "the war of resistance to the end was unswerving, that is, the enemy army did not retreat from China for a day, and the Sichuan army swore not to return to his hometown for a day", he has been active on the battlefield of resistance against Japan.

After the victory of the Anti-Japanese War, he came back with scars.

Liu Jiapo's tradition of joining the army started because of this old man.

The old man has never been married all his life, not because he can't marry a daughter-in-law, this old man was also a number one person in the army back then, he didn't like promotions, he didn't love money, he liked foreign women, it is said that it was to avenge the invasion of China by the Eight-Nation Alliance......

He is now 90 years old.

Liu Chunlai just said that he wanted to give the eighth ancestor who begged his mother-in-law, that is, this one.

This is Liu Jiapo's backbone boss who is several levels higher than Liu Fuwang.

"How can I not come? This is a big change that I Liu Jiapo has never had in hundreds of years! In the spring, your father will not dare to be like you, and he will swear to take me Liu Jiapo off the hat of poverty!"

Although the old man stood tremblingly, his voice was loud.

Liu Fuwang looked ashamed, "Eighth master, I didn't do a good job!"

Back then, Liu Baye spoke, no matter what Liu Fuwang tossed, the four teams were the first to respond, but they were tossed to the poorest in the entire team.

Before the puppet government, the entire Happy Commune and even further areas belonged to Liu Baye's family.

A famous landowner within a radius of several hundred miles.

Before Liu Baye participated in the Baolu Movement, he knew that the revolution @ life was going to lose his head, either he had reformed other people's lives, or his own life had been revolutionized, and all the bills were burned in one fire, and the wealth accumulated by the family and the entire family for hundreds of years was all divided, and the Liu family did not occupy more than the foreign surname, and finally only took a hundred oceans to devote themselves to the revolution @ life......

Liu Baye spoke, and things were easy.

On the flagstand in front of the canteen, which was only one foot high, the black straight flagpole with a height of more than ten meters, made of hard cypress wood on the stone valley and thick calves, was erected again.

A five-star red flag with some whitening was personally held out by Liu Baye.

Liu Chunlai was about to pick it up, but the old man stopped him.

"Baby, don't be in a hurry to raise the flag, tell everyone, how to take my Liu Jiapo to the poor life?"

Reform the life of poverty!

This old man, Ge @ life is used to it.

Liu Fuwang kept glancing at Liu Chunlai, and Liu Chunlai also knew that the Eighth Ancestor wanted him to make a strategy on the spot, reassure the whole team, and didn't want him to run the train with his mouth full, and finally tossed the team and harmed himself for life.

"Eighth Ancestor, that's what I think......"

Immediately, Liu Chunlai said the plans he told his father last night.

"In the future, we will also go to work and get paid like the city people?"

"The team will pay the food uniformly?"

Everything seems to have returned to the original period of collective production.

Ordinary members who haven't read many books are confused.

This is no different from what Liu Fuwang did.

"Good! Build roads, breed people, build factories, and open trade roads...... It's all very good! Your baby is really prepared!" Liu Baye understood what Liu Chunlai meant, "Baby, do you think it will take for our Liu Jiapo to get rid of the poor life, where will the capital come from?"

Although Liu Baye approved, he grasped the key.

Where does the capital come from?

"Eight ancestors, if they are just fed and warmly clothed, and every family can kill a big fat pig during the New Year, and each family has a little living money in their hands, at most one year; if they want to live better than most of them, and become the group of people who get rich first, it is estimated that it will take five years. Liu Chunlai paused, and then said, "Isn't there still a batch of clothes in the warehouse of our public housing garment factory?" I plan to take someone to the mountain city to sell it as a starting capital ......."

In the early eighties, everyone knew that the money was fast.

When he started his business, Liu Chunlai sighed a lot of times, what if he was in the 80s......

The old man's eyes were like knives, and he kept looking at Liu Chunlai.

This made Liu Chunlai's heart straighten.

After a while, the old man asked, "That batch of work clothes can't be sold at all." ”

"That's because our place is small, everyone is poor, and they are reluctant to buy clothes. Shancheng is the first Dacheng in the southwest, not to mention Rongcheng, most of them buy clothes!"

Liu Chunlai knew that the old man was well-informed, and he didn't fool him.

These small places can't be compared with the market in the mountain city at all.

"Okay! more courageous than your father back then!" the old man nodded in approval of Liu Chunlai's words.

This pattern is not comparable to Liu Fuwang.

Liu Fuwang only tossed in Hulu Village, and his eyes never went out of the commune.

Liu Baye didn't say anything anymore, straightened his already rickety back tremblingly, tried to stand up straight, looked solemn, threw away the crutches, and held up the white red flag with trembling hands slightly, and handed it to Liu Chunlai.

Solemnly spoke: "Spring comes, from today onwards, you will be my Liu Jiapo standard-bearer, and what the flag points to is the direction of my Liu family's descendants, whether it is a cliff or a sea of swords!"

Later, the old man's tone became heavier.

Everyone's faces became solemn and solemn.

Liu Chunlai seemed to be infected by the surrounding atmosphere, trembling and stretching out his hands, he took the white red flag handed over by Liu Baye.

Even Liu Fuwang next to him became solemn.

In the sky, the dark clouds are more dense.

Even if the company once faced life and death, it was not as heavy as the white five-star red flag in Liu Chunlai's hand at this time.

This is not just a red flag.

It is the hope of Liu Jiapo people to be fed and clothed to please their mother-in-law.

As Liu Baye said, as the red flag points to, the cliffs, the sword mountains and the sea of fire, the people of Liujiapo have to jump in.

In the Liu family, the standard-bearer is more effective than his father, the secretary of the brigade and the village head.

The clouds are getting denser.

The surrounding light had dimmed, and the air was already so hot that people could hardly breathe.

The bare-bottomed children also stared at the flag platform rammed by a foot of loess in confusion.

They may have felt that their future, when the red flag is raised, will be inseparable from Liu Chunlai.

Suddenly, a bright light flickered in the gloomy sky.

"Boom~Bang~"

An earth-shattering thunderclap rang out.

"Whoa......

First, a heavy rain of beans dripped down, becoming more and more dense, and finally turned into a downpour.

Everyone, like this, looked at Liu Chunlai in a daze holding the white national flag in the heavy rain.

No one urged them, and some children wanted to run to shelter from the rain, but they were stopped by their parents.

If you don't want to, you will be slapped by your parents, and you are not allowed to cry.

"God opens his eyes, Xia Chen thunders, Daji! Today, we will get rid of the life of poverty, otherwise, let poverty kill the life of our old Liu family!"

Liu Baye's body was straight, his arms were outstretched, facing the raindrops the size of soybean grains, and roaring at the dark clouds in the sky.

"Raise the flag!"

Liu Fuwang let out a loud cry and woke up Liu Chunlai, who was soaking wet.

Liu Chunlai also came to his senses, hung the red flag on the flagpole, and was pondering how a person could raise the flag, Liu Fuwang took the red flag, hung it on the flagpole, and threw it into the sky in the rain.

"Salute!"

"Boom~"

Another thunderclap.

Liu Chunlai slowly pulled the rope, and the red flag, which was already soaked, became bright in color, and slowly went up in the pour.

There was no national anthem, no sound of talking, there was, just the crackling sound of a torrential rain.

Those who marched and saluted the Young Pioneers, and more people saluted with their eyes, just like that, watching the flag slowly rise into the sky in the heavy rain.

When the national flag reached the top of the flagpole, a gust of wind blew, and the red flag was unfurled like this, and the hunt sounded.

What's even more surprising is that the dark clouds in the sky dispersed, and a bright ray of sunlight shone through, illuminating the entire Liujiapo.

Good luck!