It turned out that this year was the first time since the county implemented the rural land contract responsibility system that the masses themselves took the initiative to hand over public grain. The county was particularly cautious and first piloted it in Beishan Commune. Sour Xing took the initiative to ask for help and won the pilot of the commune. He wanted to show his ability and prestige on the ground, so as to dilute the bad impression that he had made in the eyes of the leaders of the Commune because of the struggle for power with the xylophone some time ago, and to re-establish his former prestige. I thought it would be an extremely easy thing to complete the task of delivering grain in a village of hundreds of households in less than a day. He just said hello to Maolin and Zhenfu in advance, asked Maolin to be responsible for organizing the villagers to deliver grain on the day of grain delivery, and asked Zhenfu to prepare scales and sacks in advance.

On the day of the delivery of the grain, a few people from the commune came to take charge. Secretary Shen also walked around from other villages to see the effect of the pilot. Who knows, after a while, only a few village cadres handed over, but the masses did not pay a single one. Secretary Shen concluded on the spot that this was the intention of the masses to collectively refuse to pay public grain, so he hurriedly notified the county. Secretary Yang immediately recognized the seriousness of the problem. He immediately drove to Xinghua Village with the people from the Public Security Bureau. After several investigations, some people reported that everyone was leaning on the xylophone family. The matter is obvious, it was Muqin who instigated the villagers behind his back to openly refuse to pay the public grain, but he hid out of the village. This is a serious incident that has not occurred in the county in years.

However, after a few days of busy work in the commune working group, when a thick investigation report was placed on Secretary Yang's desk, Secretary Yang couldn't help but smile dumbly after reading it carefully. The circumstances of the incident described in the report are very simple. Because of the sale of apricots in the first half of the year, the villagers came to a simple consensus. That is, everything will be done with the xylophone in the future, so that there will be no loss. This time, when they handed over the public grain, they saw that the xylophone did not move, thinking that the xylophone was doing something earth-shattering and crying ghosts and gods, so they waited in unison, and then learned step by step. The xylophone is not at home, it is to go to the Municipal Agriculture and Forestry Institute to contact the management of the apricot forest, and the whole wind and horses are not related.

Secretary Yang smiled and said to Secretary Shen, Old Shen, it seems that this Comrade Xylophone has a very high prestige among the masses and is a rare talent. If such people are to be reused, our work will be easy to do.

Secretary Shen nodded frequently, like a chicken pecking rice.

This unexpected event brought an unexpected turn to Xylophone's political career. After Secretary Shen of the commune came back, he immediately talked to Sour Xing, saying that he was also old, and he had worked hard for the party for so many years, and it was time to rest his legs. mobilized him to step down, and the xylophone took over his burden. Doing work several times and talking heart-to-heart, Sour Apricot just didn't agree. It was like killing him.

Sour Xing asked aggrievedly, did I do something wrong, or did I not do a good job and smeared the commune. Why did you tell me to step down, there has to be an explanation.

Sure enough, the leaders of the commune, who had lost patience, gave him a clear explanation. The leadership group of Xinghua Village was reorganized, and the new leadership group was democratically elected by a large number of votes.

It was one night. In the brigade office, a gas lamp reflected the faces of more than a dozen party members in blue and white. Everyone drew circles quite solemnly on a piece of paper with the names of all party members written on them. After the painting is completed, it is supervised by Yang Xiande, a member of the commune organization, Maolin sings the votes, and Zhenfu counts the votes.

It was a suffocating moment. Everyone stretched out their ears and held their breath to listen to the loud sound of the woods. The sound pierced through the walls and could be heard from the street outside the walls. As a result of the election, except for two who voted for Sour Apricot, the rest voted for Xylophone, that is, the former village women's director who has suddenly become ambitious since last year.

At that time, the sour apricot collapsed on the ground like mud.

The xylophone has finally achieved her goal, and she should be ecstatic. However, when he returned home that night, Apricot Tsai was the first to scream. He shouted, Mother, you are crying.

Indeed, the xylophone's eyes were filled with tears. Xylophone sighed and said: Look at the appearance of sour apricots, it's also pitiful.

Mao Sheng hated and hated, what are you crying, this time you should be happy. When you become a big official, you can go even more crazy. If you don't go crazy to prison, it's not over.

After two accidents, selling apricots and paying public grain, he regarded his official position as a snake and scorpion. As soon as he saw the xylophone running wildly, he muttered. In the end, he was angry and never spoke to her. Moreover, not long ago, the two lived in separate beds again.

Mao Sheng originally thought that he was sleeping with Jing'er in the West House, so he asked a few cubs to work together to drive him out. They shouted in unison, it was too crowded, why didn't they sleep in their own beds, they had to sleep here. Maosheng couldn't say it clearly, so he had to place a cover roll on the earthen kang in the pot house. At night, I slept on it.