Chapter 8: Confrontation or Strife (6) (4)

Xue'e is really scared, she is afraid that Maolin is really going to be nervous, as if she is going crazy, she doesn't dare to go out to tell people, in fact, there is no one to talk about, as the saying goes, the phoenix that falls to the ground is not as good as a chicken, Maolin has done it to this day, offended so many people, especially the people who are in power in the village, I'm afraid even chickens are not as good, those who see the wind and make the rudder slip and shoot the horse, those who are made to make a fuss by the petition, those who are watching the fire and watching the jokes from the other side, who don't treat Maolin as a lost dog who fell into the water and was bullied, they all want to make fun of him to death, bully him, rectify him, even if he is killed alive, and also to bear the humiliation and infamy of the third world.

Xue'e is a powerless woman, and what can she do to help her man, the only way is to take care of him, comfort him, and persuade him, but at this time, Maolin can no longer listen to any persuasion, he has already drilled into the tip of his own horns, nervous, trance, during that time, he can't eat, can't sleep, torture himself vigorously, don't think about the big and small things outside the house, don't ask, even the rough stick baby and the arrogant grass, also worried, these two cubs seem to have grown up overnight, sensible a lot, no longer as rough and arrogant as in the past, the two quietly find some work to do, in order to reduce the weight of the depressed atmosphere at home and the burden of the father's exhaustion.

Gradually, Mao Lin seemed to be a little relieved from the chaotic and confused atmosphere, and was able to go out of the door and do some work, but the outside environment, as Xue'e speculated, no one was willing to take care of Mao Lin, and occasionally the other side spoke, but also revealed the meaning of ridicule and ridicule in the words, Mao Lin's mood has not been stretched, and his expression is gloomy all day long, his brows are tightly locked, and he is sullen.

Seeing that the factory is under construction, Mao Lin's mind is also active, he didn't dare to find the xylophone, to be exact, he was embarrassed to find, looking at the entire Xinghua Village, he can no longer find a person who can speak for him, the people who made trouble with themselves before, now complain about him, resent him, and think that he brought his own family into this defeat, sneered and abused by the villagers, and did not look for him to settle accounts, how could he help him talk and intercede, Mao Lin had to bite the bullet and go to find Wang Gong, Wang Gong lived in the house of the foreign bank, of course he was not good to enter Zhenfu's house, he looked at the empty Wang Gong halfway, and proposed to find a job in the fieldWang Gong is not familiar with Maolin, of course, he will not easily agree, so he asked him to talk to the xylophone, saying that the size of the factory affairs arrangement, are fully responsible for the xylophone, he is just engaged in technical guidance and supervision, Maolin knows in his heart, his own ideas will never be as he wishes, and he completely died of the mind of entering the factory, he just let Xue'e come forward, put his own apricot forest into the factory centralized management, waiting for the year-end dividend, at the same time, he asked Xue'e to sign up, into the factory to work, he helplessly said, but only like this, you do in the factory, regardless of the dirty work, as long as you can call us to do, pay us wages on the line, the work in the field, I have all covered, no matter what to say, I have to live this day, and the baby cub still has to be raised, Xue'e said that her nose was sour, and tears were pasted in her eyes.