Mao Xiang has fallen into a situation of mixed joy and sorrow, anxious, unable to distinguish between north and south, east and west.

At this time, in Xinghua Village, inside and outside the factory, the village courtyard is filled with a pleasant atmosphere that has been lost for a long time and has been familiar. Just like a few years ago, the villagers were looking forward to the apricot money during the day, and they were worried about hiding the tickets at night, and they spent those comfortable and apprehensive days between surprise and confusion.

After a year of hard start and painstaking operation, the preserved fruit processing plant finally has unexpectedly good benefits. After settling down, excluding all expenses, especially employee salaries, there is also a slight surplus. The villagers work in the factory, and the wages and salaries are set according to the type of work, and they can get labor remuneration ranging from 50 to 60 yuan to more than 100 yuan per month. This has given the villagers a sense of satisfaction that they have never felt before. In such a small land deep in the mountains and old forests, the ancestors of the villagers have been relying on the earth to spend the sun and the moon day and night. As long as the clothes can cover the body, the food can satisfy the stomach, and the children can have heirs, it is the greatest blessing of God's protection, the care of the ancestors, and the great blessing of each of them to do good deeds. How dare you expect to be able to go to work and get paid like your public family.

What is even more unexpected for the villagers is that the apricot forest under his name a year ago was put together in the processing plant in the form of shares, waiting for profit dividends, and there were really dividends. Because it is the first year of operation, the initial capital investment is more, and the dividends obtained are much lighter than the salary. However, after all, with the bonus, I felt the smooth feeling of the ticket when it twisted on the tips of my fingers after being soaked with saliva and fine sweat. This feeling is light and wonderful, and it often evokes more lust and reverie. With the small profits in the first year, will you worry about the big profits in the second year? Then there will be a big profit next year, the third year, the fourth year...... Year after year, the dividends will snowball. It's so big that it can't fit under the bed, it can't fit in the house, and it can't fit in the courtyard. As a result, the desires of the villagers rose uncontrollably in their shriveled chests, tumbling, and swelling.

Driven by this desire, another thought was like a small flame, ignited by the trembling fire of the heart, and burst out more and more brightly, illuminating the heart that had not yet been fully opened, and reddening a pair of hungry eyes. That is, after the villagers have tucked their own tickets, they carefully inquire and compare with each other, sigh lightly about the lightness of their tickets, and blush at the weight of their tickets. Once the door of jealousy is opened, it can no longer be closed. An atmosphere that has reached the point of blushing has already floated over Xinghua Village, and slowly began to entangle and condense.

It was at this time that Feng'er added fuel to the fire and started a ridiculous and far-reaching move to subvert the old customs and concepts of Xinghua Village. She hated the bad habits of the mountain people for hundreds of years, and she couldn't get used to the habit of the villagers not wearing underwear and trousers. Because of this habit, there are often some ridiculous anecdotes in the village.

There are jokes about honest people. When he was still in the production team, when he was at work, Mao Qing was busy driving ox carts to pull crops. Without paying attention, he actually asked the iron tool on the ox cart to tear the crotch of his pants. Mao Qing only cared about the work in his busy work, so he naturally didn't notice it, but he just called a group of women to see it, which caused a commotion. So, some bold women of his generation called out to him, saying that the dog had come out of the hole, and they would not hide it properly. Mao Qing looked puzzled, and said, what else does the dog have to leash, just ask it to look around the home. The women laughed in unison, and looked at him vigorously. There are also young daughters-in-law who blushed for a while and didn't dare to look at him. Mao Qing was overwhelmed by the bold woman's gaze, and she couldn't help but glance at herself. Suddenly, his old face turned the color of pork liver. A hole in the crotch of his pants was torn open, and the little head on his lower body poked out, looking out into the sunny outdoors. Mao Qing hurriedly stuffed the little head into the place where he should have stayed, and argued incoherently, it's the head of the rope at the waist, it's the head of the rope. For a long time after that, Mao Qing didn't dare to go to the women's pile again.