This winter's climate is dry and rainless. Since the beginning of winter, it has not rained well, let alone snowed.

The fields are already a little dry. In winter, the wheat seedlings grow weakly and cowered in the dry and hard soil. Under the cold and hard northwest wind, the sparse seedlings have been curled up, making people worry about whether these wintering lives can survive the long and rainy season.

These days, the weather seems to be a lot warmer. The originally sharp and cold northwest wind has also softened a lot, which makes people yearn for a warm spring for no reason.

The sky is cloudy and sometimes clear. Most of the time, there are faint clouds floating in the sky. It seems to be tangible, but it is actually intangible. The edges are indistinct, the edges and corners are indistinct, and they are soaked in irregular clouds, covering the same opaque sky. Just like a piece of paper soaked in water, half expanded, half melted, and then merged with water, it is difficult to distinguish a clear boundary between clear water and paper water. After two or three days of this, the situation in the air finally changed. Those clouds of rotten paper smoke unconsciously filled the sky, making the sky gray. The winter sun is getting darker, and the original dazzling light is gradually blurring. The bride's face was covered with a thin layer of light veil, which hid the bright brilliance behind the light veil.

At this time, the northwest wind, which had just been gentle for a few days, once again tore off the camouflage that had been pretending for a few days, revealing its true solemn face. The sharp and hard wind like a knife poured into the entire col from the mouth of the North Mountain, and once again tightly wrapped the large pieces of winter wheat and the people who were just about to stretch their muscles and bones, and trampled them wantonly. Those half-grown girls and half-grown children who love beauty can no longer take care of the "beautiful frozen people". They were forced to put on thick cotton clothes again, and hide their thin bodies, which they regarded as the beauty of their bodies and the beauty of fortitude, into bloated cotton clothes and cotton pants to protect themselves from the impending winter cold.

Experienced old people say that the cold snap is coming again, and the snow is coming.

It is in such a climate that Xinghua Village has been competing for the post of the new "natural" factory leadership team for the first time, and in the anticipation of the whole village, it has officially kicked off the long-concealed prelude.

The election process this time was completely unexpected. The villagers thought that the election was just a matter of voting for the people's congress or women's deputies. Whoever gathers the most people and gets the most votes will be elected. Because of this misunderstanding, there was a fierce competition between several major sects in the village, either open or covert. For the cubs in the inner door of their own clan, the whole family went into battle together. or fornication, or gangs, making the village full of a sneaky atmosphere. It seems that the villagers have all become underground party members, and they are all doing underground work that is not suitable for identifying them.

The boy really attracted seven or eight people with crooked heads and slanted eyes and hats from outside the mountain. They were scurrying around with their arms crossed. Wherever people gather, they will drill wherever they go, and their mouths are still dry and intimidating the villagers, and they must vote for the stick baby. Tang Secretary of the town party committee, who was specially invited to participate in the review, saw that the situation was not good, and hurriedly called the town police station. asked Director Lin to send a police officer to bluff the scene, fearing that the slightest carelessness in the election scene would cause chaos.

As soon as the election rules of the xylophone were announced, many villagers were immediately dumbfounded. In the election procedure drawn up by her, there was no participation of the villagers at all, and it was not at all the usual practice of selecting people with large votes.

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