Wang Yuanbao stared at a pair of bull's eyes, snorting and panting, his eyes were full of red bloodshot like spider webs, and he looked like he was going to beat someone.

"You're busy! Lao Tzu is here to settle accounts with you!"

Song Jianshe eased up the strength of his legs after relieving himself, and his brows were still wrinkled:

"You almost cleaned Lao Tzu in the well just now, and Lao Tzu hasn't settled accounts with you, so you dare to hit a rake?"

He stepped on the ground of his house, full of confidence!

"Pay attention to the influence of speaking in front of the people, how about being a cadre, is it a shame?"

He rolled his eyes and continued to choke him:

"Didn't your brigade dig a well today? There was water in the well? You weren't staring at me from there, what are you arguing about? ”

Wang Yuanbao is the captain of the fourth production brigade in Liulin Village next door, and Song Chunguang's mother-in-law's house is in that village, and digging a well is what their team did first.

Don't look at the two production teams are close, but they are also harmonious with each other, and they often quarrel because of the neighbors, who stole a handful of green onions, and whose sheep gnawed whose crops.

The two captains are even more overt and covert rivals. Every year, the Commune evaluates the advanced production team, and either you or he is on it; when a meeting is held to discuss something, this one is in favor and the other is bound to be opposed.

The public says that the public is reasonable, and the mother says that the mother is reasonable, which is a bit of a love and killing.

However, these two are indeed capable people registered in the commune, and they are deeply respected by the leaders, as long as there is a vacancy at the top, they must be promoted from these two people first.

interests are related, of course, no one is willing to obey anyone, and even the people from the two villages under his command don't look at each other very well.

For example, an old daughter-in-law like Song Chunguang who married in the past is an old yellow calendar in the past, and there have been no newcomers to marry in recent years.

Even the children in the two villages don't play together.

There was a person who went to the commune elementary school and sat at the same table in a class, and the 38 line was clearly drawn.

The teacher asked the same table to exchange math problems with each other, and they all ruthlessly picked bones from the eggs, and if a number was not written clearly, he would draw a big red cross for the whole problem, and the strength was through the back of the paper!

The two groups of people who didn't deal with each other like this, the captain of the other party actually took the initiative to come to the door today, and it was really raining in the sky. Love me

As soon as he heard that Wang Yuanbao was coming over single-handedly, he opened his mouth to find someone to settle the account, and the villagers and educated youths were all on guard.

Wang Yuanbao wiped his sweat, sneered, and opened his mouth to name him:

"Song Jiawang, which one is called Song Jiawang?

Song Jianshe listened to him call people by name, and his brows furrowed even tighter.

"What's the matter with you? It's not that you're settling accounts with me, why are you pulling up others again, do you have a score or not?"

Song Jiawang, who was watching the excitement, shrank his head at the back of the crowd, looked at the villagers inquiringly, and innocently shook his head.

He doesn't know what he's messed up with, he's an honest man, and he's not familiar with the fourth team!

Wang Yuanbao glanced at the deep wellhead, but he couldn't see the water surface from half a meter away, and he couldn't help but feel a sigh in his heart.

Tell you to scream!

There's a river at the mouth of the village?

The big well handed down from our ancestors is running out of water, right?

Wang Yuanbao turned his head in relief and snorted, riding all the way over, his mouth was almost sticky.

He stepped forward, took water directly from the bucket resting on the well platform, and drank it to quench his thirst.

"You came here to drink water on purpose? I don't want you much, drink it once, and give it a dime!"

Song Jianshe didn't stop him, and stabbed him coldly.

Wang Yuanbao didn't take it seriously, drank a few more handfuls of water, and washed his face and neck by the way, and then let out a happy breath.

"Look at the rope for drawing water, it must be almost twenty-five or six meters, right? There is a layer of sand sinking at the bottom of the barrel, and this is also the bottom?"

Wang Yuanbao was not to be outdone, and devoted himself to sticking a knife into people's hearts.

"Yes, let you curse us to dig a well without water, and we will get retribution, right?"