Mao Sheng tried his best to let his body attach to every inch of xylophone's skin, like a vine, clinging to the tender branches. His fingers rubbed lightly against the xylophone's skin, wandering, touching. From the toes to the neck and the top of the head, and then from the back to the front of the chest and abdomen, it is not lukewarm, not urgent, and swims evenly and methodically. In the process of touching and wandering, he deliberately tapped a door latch called "happiness" with his fingertips, experiencing the comfort wrapped in this happiness with his heart, and using his soul to perceive his other half of the soul. He absolutely did not know what language to use to accurately describe this percussion, this experience, this perception. However, a person who can accurately express it may not be as intoxicated, so obsessed, and so awakened as he is. Of course, he wouldn't know how to talk with his heart, but he was already having a warm and affectionate conversation. The thick words drowned his soul, and at the same time drowned the soul of the woman who shared the weal and woe with him. The two of them began to sink and sink at great speed. Sink into the abyss of the unknown, into the unknown realm, into the unknown future. Even, there are not so many unknowns at all, only him and his own woman.

The fire in the heart of the xylophone had been ignited by him and burned violently. The blazing firelight illuminated every corner of the two people's hearts, and the scorching temperature melted the xylophone's original strong will and stubborn temperament. She lost the slightest bit of sassy majesty, and willingly surrendered, becoming a gentle prisoner in her man's arms, or a well-behaved baby. At his unscrupulous mercy and care, he has long lost his original eye-catching coordinates and position.

After completing the pleasure of walking outside the body, Mao Sheng greedily reluctantly suddenly entered the hidden depths of the xylophone. He mustered the strength of his entire body and sprinted towards his final goal, launching a dizzy attack that shook the ground and shook the ground. He is like a brave and warlike general, charging into battle and rushing in all directions. He is also like a fearless warrior, brave and fearless. recklessly trampled on their own positions, wantonly ravaging the souls and flesh of both sides. Indulging in their own arrogance and conquering their own women. At the moment when he planted the flag showing off his victory high to the highest peak of the position, he fell down proudly and contentedly, lying on his body full of sweat and the smell of chestnut flowers, motionless and quietly savoring the leakage of the fighters and the pride of the victors, tasting the sweetness after the clouds dissipated and the void after the leak* ignited the embers.

The room was quiet, not a single movement. Even the rats, which were accustomed to running at night, were so frightened by the stormy sound just now that they burrowed into their rat holes, and did not dare to make a sound. The two volcano-like bodies came to a standstill after a long period of eruptions and eruptions. Like a quiet empty mountain and valley, all the wind and sun, the insects singing and the birdsong are all packed into the clear and pure heart of the two people, into the slightly undulating warm embrace.

No one wants to break this intoxicating tranquility, and no one wants to end this seductive warmth. A lingering thought, floating in the sky of the heart, entangled into clouds, transformed into rain. Soaring, fluttering and falling. Then the birds rise, straight into the heart of the emptiness, into flowing clouds, into the sky of silk rain, into the rainbow brocade carrying the heaven and earth.

Xylophone felt that Maosheng had fallen asleep like a baby, so he thought, Ming'er should mention Jing'er to Maosheng again. Thinking like this, I also fell asleep in a daze.

Maosheng's sky-high fire was unexpected by Xylophone, and it also made her suddenly fall into a smoky and burning situation. I can't dodge and dodge, I can't rush and rush out, and I can't endure unbearable baking and torment with Jing'er.

It was after breakfast the next day, Jing'er had already put down her rice bowl and went out. Only Xylophone and Maosheng were left in the house.

Maosheng had gone through last night's madness, his physical strength was a little weak, and his spirit was slightly sluggish. He yawned constantly, but he was in a very good mood, and there was always a shallow smile on the corner of his mouth. In the past few years, he has rarely indulged himself so much, and rarely has he been so satisfied with the comfort and comfort of sexual intercourse. He clearly felt that his long-lost "fierce leopard" state suddenly returned last night, even more powerful than before. He couldn't recall what triggers the latent energy in his body, lasting and intense. Even at the moment of eating, in retrospect, the residual warm current was still tumbling in his heart, surging around him. Perhaps it is the extremely rare hint of the self-righteous xylophone, or the anxiety and deficit caused by the increasingly abandoned sex due to long-term fatigue, or the inherent conquest in the face of the growing appeal of the xylophone and the unattainable sense of distance of the villagers. It is more likely that the days of food and clothing have strengthened his physique, and the so-called "food and clothing and lust" have allowed him to return to the newlywed honeymoon more than 20 years ago. He couldn't figure it out, so he didn't bother to think about it anymore. He chewed on last night proudly and happily, reminiscing about last night. I never get tired of chewing and have a long aftertaste.

When Jing'er went out of the courtyard and the xylophone was washing the dishes and chopsticks on the stove, he still hugged the xylophone tightly from behind, and gently rubbed the xylophone's low-hanging ** with his wide palm. Muqin stared at him in surprise, and teased, the old problem is bad again, and this time I suspect that I have something to do with someone. made Mao Sheng blush. He retreated to the pestle next to him, laughing vigorously.

Muqin felt that it was time to mention Jing'er's marriage to him. Ever since she woke up this morning, she'd been looking for such an opportunity. It must be when he is in a good mood and things are going well, otherwise, such a topic will not end well. Her understanding of Maosheng's temperament is clearer and more familiar than her own temperament.

On the way back to the village yesterday, Feng'er mentioned something that made her originally happy mood suddenly fall into the whirlpool, suddenly excited, and suddenly resentful. After gradually calming down, he suddenly fell in love and rejoiced. This unpredictable mood accompanied her silently through the small halfway back to the village. Even, at the moment of breaking up with Feng'er, she seemed indifferent and deaf in the face of Feng'er's eager greeting. made Feng'er very embarrassed, and regretted that she didn't listen to her in-laws' advice and insisted on going to this troubled water. Not to mention the boredom of getting involved, it will definitely affect the relationship with xylophone in the future.

After a tasteless dinner, Xylophone decided to explore Jing'er's truth. Is there really such an idea, or Feng'er guessed blindly. She blocked Jing'er in the room, told Feng'er's words as they were, and asked Jing'er what was in her heart. Jing'er has no way to escape. Moreover, this annoying unrequited love must also end as soon as possible, regardless of the outcome.

He confessed his heart to the letter. In his confession, when he was sad and wronged, he choked up and shed a few tears. His last attitude was to resolutely marry Ye'er into the house, no matter what others thought of him, and no matter how his father and mother objected, he was the king of the eight and had an iron heart. The xylophone was first stunned, then sympathetic, and then completely explained. On the premise of asking Jing'er to guarantee that she will never regret it, she expressed her agreement and support. But she didn't dare to guarantee whether Ye'er's family could all agree, let alone Maosheng. Of course, Jing'er was anxious and begged the xylophone to match it. Xylophone replied, this job is not easy to do, especially your father, I have to think about it. Out of Jing'er's house, she went straight to the village clinic. Fortunately, Feng'er and National Day are here. She told Jing'er's thoughts and attitudes, meaning to verify Ye'er's thoughts again. National Day never expected that Xylophone would come to the door in person to implement this, and his surprise and excitement stirred him incoherent. Guoqing described Ye'er's performance and the mood of the family upside down, and swore that if his words were a little adulterated, he would call himself a good death. Xylophone has a bottom in his heart. She reminded them not to make a noise yet, and that they had to do Maosheng's work slowly. When it is done, I will find someone to come to the door to propose.

Xylophone thinks it is in its chest. Jing'er, Ye'er, and Sour Xing's family are also well aware of their thoughts, and Maosheng is in a happy mood, so there shouldn't be much of a problem. What he didn't expect was that Mao Sheng would be so angry and react so violently. Before he could finish his words, Mao Sheng's face immediately turned red, the green tendons on his forehead were angry like wriggling earthworms, his eyes were red, and his neck turned purple. Even his arms were flushed, his eyes almost popped out, and his arms, legs and feet trembled slightly, as if he had eaten a xylophone alive.

Maosheng roared in a low voice, what do you say, let Jing'er marry Ye'er. Are you crazy, or are you talking stupidly? What kind of thing is his sour apricot, he has a powerful eye, dislikes the poor and loves the rich, crosses the river and demolishes the bridge. Holding his own daughter-in-law to send love to climb high branches, the whole turtle king bastard. Now I know that I want to push my daughter into the fire pit, but I don't want to hurt others. I want to pull our family into it again, get out of the sparks, and there is no door. Besides, no matter how good Ye'er's baby is, after all, she is a woman who has been married with a calf. Our Jing'er is a scar, not a little smooth. No matter how bad it is, I won't marry a woman who is married for the second time. If this matter is publicized, we will be ashamed of our old face, and even the face of our ancestors will be lost, so how can we go out to meet people in the future. This matter was stopped at this moment, and no one was allowed to mention it again. Whoever wants to talk nonsense again, I will never finish with him, and I will fight with him.

Xylophone knew that he was too anxious and didn't think it through, so he turned the boat into the muddy water with his head. She was patient and said carefully, don't be too anxious. Jing'er and Ye'er are willing to do this, let's stop something. The days are lived by the two of them, and we haven't been there, so it's better not to stop them.

Maosheng's anger became more and more violent. He shouted in a low voice, no, Jing'er can't agree. This unpromising son of a bitch, who wants to be crazy if he wants to be a daughter-in-law, doesn't care if he is good or bad. Even if we touch around blindly, we have to be a girl who has never been married. Why did you look at Ye Er in a daze, where did the poor Xiang'er who was looking for death and life go. Well, the scar forgot the pain, it's really a dog that can't get rid of the stinky problem of eating. I'll talk to him when he gets home. If you don't listen, see that I don't break his legs and skin his dogs.

This light and fire suffocated the xylophone, which was originally steady-mouthed and hard-toothed. Xylophone knew that this matter was stranded. If you want to get Mao Sheng to change the reason he thinks of death, I'm afraid it will be more difficult than managing the apricot forest and repairing the road. Muqin persuaded him to put this matter down first. Jing'er, I'll talk about it. Later, I will talk about it later, and I am not in a hurry to do it for a moment.

Xylophone's words are actually to leave a foreshadowing for future work. Wait for Maosheng's anger to subside, and then talk slowly, maybe there will be a turnaround. However, once again, she underestimated Shigeru's understanding. If this matter is replaced by something else, Mao Sheng may not be careful, and he will cover it up. However, Jing'er's marriage has always affected every inch of Maosheng's heart, and she is naturally very attentive, even to the point of being extremely sensitive. Every word of the xylophone will circle around in his heart and eyes. Of course, he could hear the xylophone.

Maosheng immediately replied, I don't need you to say, I'll tell him about it, let him die of this crooked thought. In the past two days, I begged someone to spread around Jing'er. If we can't find it in our village, we will look for it outside the mountain. I don't believe that Jing'er divorced Ye'er for the second marriage, so I can't find the girl who is married for the first time.

Xylophone didn't dare to persuade for the time being. Every word he says will trigger his greater fire. If you really can't contain it, it's going to make a lot of noise, it's really hurting Jing'er. Xylophone is most worried about Jing'er. I am afraid that Maosheng will find Jing'er first, and then Jing'er will definitely not accept it if he is so angry, and the matter will become more and more troublesome. She is now anxious to see Jing'er, first settle this little ancestor, and then think about settling the big ancestor in front of her.

The xylophone is still one step behind Maosheng.

She scribbled to end her conversation with Shigeru and hurriedly went out to find Jing'er. Who knows, she left the house with her front foot, but Jing'er entered the house with her back foot, and was caught by Maosheng who was annoyed.

Xylophone searched in the forest for a long time, and finally met Yang Xing and others. The foreign bank said that Jing'er went home to get the tools. Her heart trembled, and she felt that something was going to happen. She hurried home. When I walked to the gate of the courtyard, I heard no movement in the courtyard, only Mao Sheng sighed alone in the courtyard. She thought that Jing'er hadn't gone home, and Maosheng was still angry with her, so she didn't enter the house, but turned around and went to look for Jing'er again. Don't you know, the two have been fighting for a round, and even made a big fight, letting Maosheng slap Jing'er into the West House. At this time, Jing'er was lying on the bed alone and crying with her nose.

For the whole morning, the xylophone didn't see Jing'er. When I went home for lunch, I saw a cold stove at home. Mao Sheng squatted on the pestle of the pot house alone, smoking the dry tobacco pouch fiercely, his hands were still shaking uncontrollably, and the room was filled with the pungent smell of tobacco.

Xylophone asked, why haven't you cooked yet?

Mao Sheng snorted in his nose and said, "I'm full of gas, what kind of food are you eating?" Baal took great pains to raise a pack of white-eyed wolves, and when he saw that his wings were hard, he refused to accept Lao Tzu's discipline in a blink of an eye. Well, let him go. If I can go to the edge of the sky, and then fall to death in the ravine, I don't care.

Xylophone was surprised, you have seen Jing'er.

Mao Sheng slammed the cigarette pouch pot on the pestle under his buttocks, and said, what are you doing when you see it. My dear baby, if you see it, won't you see me? Sensei said that he slapped him in the face, even if he killed this little strong seed, I don't regret it.

Xylophone suddenly understood, and said hurriedly, where did Jing'er go.

Mao Sheng replied, who knows where he went, maybe he shrunk into his own house to fill his pocket.

Xylophone hurried to the West House, and saw that Jing'er's head ** was motionless like a dead pig in the quilt. Xylophone asked what was going on, and then moved to pull the quilt on his head.

Jing'er just didn't let her talk about it, and said that no one was allowed to take care of my affairs in the future. Even if you are killed, it's none of your business.

Muqin immediately pulled down the frame, coaxed Jing'er up like a baby, and asked, What's the matter, it's quite a big person, and I'm still crying, I don't know if I'm embarrassed.

Jing'er wiped the tears from her cheeks and said, what's wrong with crying, the tears are mine, I want to make it fall, what's in the way of you. I want to be good with Ye'er, what's the matter with Guan Dad. It's just unreasonable, why do you still beat people. Since I was a child, my father has never slapped me on the finger, why is my heart so cruel today. Look at it, the handprints on his face haven't gone away. No matter what you and your father think, I'm married to Dingye'er anyway. If you don't ask to marry her, I'll go and beat the singles. I don't care about anything, do I care about beating a bachelor.

Jing'er's dead pig is not afraid of boiling water, and she has a lush face.

The xylophone is angry and funny. She teased him, you can't beat a bachelor. Your father is looking forward to holding his grandson when he sees the sky, and he can't sleep at night. If you beat a bachelor, you might as well kill him.

Jing'er pursed her mouth more and more and picked up the shelf, saying, he will hug whoever he likes, what does it have to do with me. If you want to hug me, there is no door.

The xylophone didn't coax Jing'er well, but made Jing'er amuse herself. She looked at her head helplessly, and coaxed Jing'er Dao, don't be too willful. Isn't my mother working with your father? This is something that cannot be rushed, and it has to be done slowly. You also have to learn to be obedient and don't always compete with your father. first coax him to be happy, and then pestering him, how can there be anything that doesn't make sense.

Xylophone's words made Jing'er seem to see a glimmer of light again. Jing'er said, I'll listen to you. If this can't be done, I'll really beat him up and see what he does.

Jing'er said a lot of children's words more and more, and the xylophone smiled more and more bitterly when she heard it.

For lunch, Mao Sheng resolutely refused to do it. Even, he put on a posture of going on a complete strike and never cooking again. None of them ate well. Everyone rolled a green onion with a pancake and ate it with boiled water.

It was Saturday, and Zhong'er and Xingzi were coming back from school. Muqin was worried about dinner, afraid that Maosheng would really not strike, so that the two cubs who ran home and waited for a good meal were disappointed, and they were sorry for them. Xylophone left behind the mess around him and hurried home early. When I entered the house, I saw that the two cubs had returned. The pot house was steaming hot, and from time to time there was the sound of Mao Sheng pulling and learning with the two cubs through the door. Muqin was relieved, knowing that Maosheng was angry and angry, and his heart for the baby cub did not change at all.

Mao Sheng stewed a large pot of dried millet rice. He also killed a small rooster that was left for the New Year to eat, and stewed a large pot of chicken and mushroom soup. Maybe Maosheng saw that Jing'er didn't listen to him, so he left all the pain and heat to Zhong'er and Xingzai. In normal times, Mao Sheng would never be willing to kill chickens to entertain them.

When eating, Maosheng's thoughts were even more exposed. He vigorously sandwiched meat and vegetables into Zhong'er and Xingzi's bowls, and he just chewed on the chicken head, ignoring Jing'er.

Jing'er also pretended not to care and ate in a big gulp. He is also very close to Zhong'er and Xingzai, talking here and there. made the two cubs show a flattered stutter, but instead left Mao Sheng out in the cold.

Jing'er obviously has a ghost in mind. The more he treats the two cubs, the more he will definitely ask for something. The xylophone can be seen at a glance. It seems that Jing'er is going to take the initiative to save the country through a middleman.

Xylophone thought to himself, this is fine, saving Maosheng from muddying in the middle. Wait for the two of them to talk about whether they can be separated or separated, and see how much ability you Maosheng has to break up the two.

After the meeting, Xylophone redivided the work among the village cadres. Zhenfu is responsible for all the logistics supply on the construction site, Maolin is responsible for the division of engineering tasks and quality supervision, Feng'er is responsible for the organization and deployment of labor, Maoshan is responsible for drilling the eyes and firing the artillery, and specially invited Sour Xing to be the consultant and technical guidance of the firing group. At the same time, all the labour was divided into engineering assault groups. Each team leader will go to Maolin every day to receive the task indicators of the day. If you can't finish it, you have to finish it even if you work overtime at night, and you will have a new task the next day. This kind of strong physical labor, the time is short, but once the time is long, the people are sleepy and tired, and they are getting farther and farther away from the village, eating and drinking are problems, and the progress of the project will definitely slow down. Moreover, the biggest threat to the villagers is the management of the apricot forest. If you don't come to work, the brigade is really ordered to withdraw from the management of the apricot forest and the sale of apricot fruits, how much economic loss it will cause to a family, anyone can settle this small account. As a result, some villagers are passive, and they don't necessarily have how to be active in their bones, and the enthusiasm they show is greatly reduced.

What's more, after the first day of commotion, the relationship between the originally friendly and humble villagers and neighbors inevitably underwent subtle changes. The striking feature of the change is the emergence of small cracks in the harmonious relations between the villagers. It can be clearly felt in the tone of speech and the tacit understanding of mutual cooperation. Once there are traces on this emotion, it is difficult to heal it as before.

Now, on the whole, the people of Xinghua Village have invisibly consciously or unconsciously stood in two camps, that is, the two major factions that faced each other that day. Among them, smaller factions have emerged in each faction. Like the family surnamed Li, Zhenshu and Zhenfu have alienated and antagonistic emotions. The reason is that the foreign bank helped the other gang to rectify their own families regardless of good or bad, and chased and beat Four Seasons and others everywhere. Although Zhenfu said about the foreign bank, and went to Zhenshu's house to apologize for the foreign bank, it was to no avail. Although it is the personal behavior of the foreign bank, the account still has to be counted on the heads of adults such as Zhenfu. The relationship between Maolin and the people surnamed Song is also delicate and subtle. Mao Lin went too far by playing a slippery head, throwing off his big shoes and getting rid of his feet, which attracted some people surnamed Song to complain. felt that he was not even as resolute as Feng'er of the He family in terms of protecting the interests of his own people. Moreover, the foreign companies and the summer solstice and the official seal are also a little inexplicable. Although Xia Zhi and Gongzhang found a few Jing'er afterwards, they explained the reason why they did not show up, that is, they were forced into the courtyard by adults and were not allowed to be released. But after all, they didn't show up in person, and the two groups of people were still hugging each other, but in fact, they had their own little calculations, but they didn't pick them out.

At this point, Xinghua Village, which was originally monolithic and humble, gradually has a tendency to fall apart.

Perhaps, it is really called Jin Lian's misfortune. Breaking ground to build a road on the edge of the ancestral forest, colliding with the gods, blocking the qi veins, and finally incurring retribution, ruining the harmonious atmosphere that has been consistent in Xinghua Village for hundreds of years. Perhaps, Xinghua Village will never have a peaceful day.

In the evening, when the workers were dissolved, the people deliberately walked at the end.

When the whistle sounded, Zhu'er also beckoned the people to help him go. The people lied and told him to go first by the roadside. Zhu'er didn't know it, so he had to wait for him. Xia Zhi pushed a pillar forward, saying that you want to mix everything, can this kind of thing be mixed up. Zhu'er didn't understand the meaning of his words, and replied, what am I mixing again? Xia Zhi didn't answer, and dragged him away. Yangxing and Jing'er grimaced at the people, and walked away with Xia Zhi and Zhu'er shoulder to shoulder, leaving the people alone. In fact, he was not alone, there was another person hiding in the bushes by the roadside, hoping that these cubs would soon go away and come out to show up. This person is Sixi's daughter and so on.

The first cold snap after the beginning of winter in 1983 came suddenly without any psychological preparation.

The night before, the villagers were still in a cool and slightly cold weather. In the evening, the sky fell as fine as a cow's hair, which was the first winter rain ushered in by the mountain village. But in the night, the wind blew all of a sudden. At first, the wind was still weak, and I could only hear the sound of the branches shaking outside the house. Just like the sound of silkworms eating mulberry leaves, it is soft and crisp, and there is a sound of "sizzling" in the courtyard.

Gradually, the sound of silkworms turned into cow mooing, softness became rough, crispness became violent. There was a roar in the field, as if the sound of earth-shattering drums rolled over the eaves of the courtyard, and countless flags fluttered wildly and rolled out the wind roar like tearing tore towels and cracked silks. When you listen to it, there is always a passionate tone that dominates thousands of sounds, pouring down from the top of the north mountain, sending out the fury of the sky and carrying the power of thunder. Just like a flash flood, it is rampage, devastating. Gliding through the mountains, gliding through the treetops, flooding the courtyards, roaring all the way to the mountain passes, pouring out of the mountains, and trampling on the vast fields and villages beyond the mountains.

The latticework doors of each house squeaked and slammed, making painful sounds. The piglets in the pen also hummed uneasily, causing the adults to get up again and again to check uneasily.

Along with it, there is an increasingly dignified chill of the cold air. The people who originally felt that it was just right to be covered with a thin quilt involuntarily curled up, hugged their shoulders tightly, and shrunk into a ball of flesh. Whenever a husband and wife sleep in the same bed, they will squeeze against each other's warm bodies. In the end, they hugged each other tightly, so that the two separate meat balls were combined into one, and they became an extra-large meat ball. Because of this warmth, many couples have been squeezed out of the light and warmed out of the spark. Ignoring the cold wind raging outside the house and the cold air inside the house, they rode their horses and fell into stirrups, and whipped themselves away.

Sour Apricot is one of the group of whip-raising teams. It's just that his contribution is much greater than others.

He had covered a quilt with a woman's legs. Hearing the wind outside, the cold in the room was getting thicker, and I was about to get out of bed and find a thicker quilt to cover my body. As soon as I turned over and sat up, I suddenly felt cold. He lay down again, hugged the woman's legs and feet to keep warm, and pressed his stinky feet into the woman's warm arms.

The woman muttered, go down and look for the quilt.

Sour Xing replied, let's just do it, it's almost dawn.

Both of them lost their sleepiness, listened to the wind and trees outside the house, and waited for the dawn to come. Who knows, it is still early before dawn, and the two of them have no longer had such a skin-to-skin relationship for a long time, especially in the days after Ye'er's divorce. So, the sour apricot reacted first. The crotch that was tightly sandwiched between the legs by the woman gradually heated and increased, and a long-lost impulse came out from the itchy crotch, which made him dishonest in his hands and feet, and kept rubbing and rubbing the woman's already rough old skin.

The woman whispered, let's be honest. are so old for miles, and they dare to be arrogant.

Sour apricot smiled "hehe", can be arrogant, it means that we are not old. If the time comes when you can't put on the reins of your horse, you won't be far from being buried in the earth.

The woman was silent, and let him continue to expand the scope of rubbing and kneading. The sour apricot turned around again, climbed to the woman's end, and hugged the slightly cold body tightly in the same rough embrace. A man's heart is still so generous and warm. Just like the feeling of the wedding night more than 20 years ago, safe and dependent, holding up a clear sky for himself. Under such a sky, the two of them supported each other, crossed ditches, waded through river forks, and walked through uneven mountain roads. It's been like this until today, and they will continue to support each other step by step.

The woman's acquiescence and cooperation stimulated the sour apricot even more. He began to move. Like a hungry baby, he buried his head deep in the woman's chest, taking turns sucking the two nipples that had already loosened and shriveled. He put his hand over the woman's portal, gently stroking and tickling. The woman also followed his hints, habitually holding the growing male roots in her hands and rubbing them gently. Although there is no flexibility and stickiness in the early years, only the dry body temperature fills the palms, which has made the two of them feel satisfied. The heavy breath of the two gradually sprayed into the quilt, and the hot flashes were like a warm spring day.

Sour Xing freed her hand, spit some saliva into her palm, and then wiped it on the woman's portal. And he moistened his male roots, and possessed them. He hugged the woman's shriveled body tightly, and probed the male root, who was finally barely erect, to the woman's door, grinding gently, and pushing forward tentatively. After a pause for half a moment, he pumped softly. It wasn't until he gradually lubricated and no longer had the pain of dryness that he was relieved to act boldly and recklessly, and he was arrogant for a long time, and he struggled for a long time. At this time, his heavy panting was like an old cow raking the field, the sound was like thunder, and the bed shook the ground. At the last moment, Sour Apricot concentrated all his thoughts, mobilized the strength of his body, and excavated the remaining energy in every corner of his body. I felt my scalp froze, my hands and feet cramped, and my eyes were full of gold, and it was difficult to complete the final sprint. After exhausting his strength to breastfeed, he finally squeezed out the little body fluid remaining in his body, and the person was like a shrunken male root, and immediately collapsed on his own woman. As if he had collapsed, he just grew his mouth and gasped for breath.

After resting for a long time, the woman stroked the man's increasingly thin back, and said lovingly, you are so old for miles, you still have to fight with such strength, don't you want to die.

The sour apricot also caressed the rough skin of the woman under him, and replied regretfully, it is really not as good as a day, and the age is not forgiving. If it had been left in the early years, when there were two horses a night, how could it be so troublesome for Baal as it is now?

The woman said, don't talk like that, it's also our bad mood. If Ye'er can live a good life again, we will no longer be so sad, and our bodies will be strong.

At the mention of Ye'er, both of them sighed involuntarily.

The woman said again, I don't know what Feng'er said to mention. I'm just worried that Jing'er, a smooth baby with no scars, will agree to marry Ye'er again. Are we climbing high branches and tossing blindly?

The sour apricot's voice seemed hollow and floating. He said, I don't know if it's a mile, just look at Ye'er's creation. Whoever they should be with is fate. No matter how much we toss, we can't force it. Children have their own blessings, and wherever they go, let them go.

The two sighed for a while. It wasn't until dawn that the cold wind stopped her feet, and the sound of the wind outside was replaced by the noise of the villagers who had risen early, that the woman got up, dressed and got out of bed.

She said to Sour Xing, you better lie down for a while and sleep hard for a while. I'm going to cook. I'll wake you up when you're ready. With that, she threw the messy clothes piled on the bedside over him.

Sour Xing nodded, turned in, and fell asleep again in a daze.

When the sour apricot woke up, the harsh sunlight shone through the window lattice and slanted onto the clean floor. In the pot house outside the hall, there was a faint sound of talking. It seems to have its own woman's voice, but I can't hear who the other person who is talking is. Sour Xing estimated that the time was about eight or nine o'clock, knowing that the woman felt sorry for herself, and she had exerted her strength at night, so she didn't wake him up early and let him sleep a little longer. He quickly got up, got dressed and got out of bed, and walked out into the cold but clear daylight.

Due to a sudden wind chill last night, the scenery outside the house has long been unrecognizable. The dead leaves that had been attached to the branches were all blown away by the cold wind of the night. Only the sparse leaves remained, still stubbornly waiting among the branches, shivering and crumbling in the obviously cold mountain wind. The ground was covered with a layer of scattered dead leaves, which tumbled on the damp ground all night, and then were trampled on unintentionally, and then lay there dirty, losing color and charming. The ugly side that is deeply hidden on weekdays is helplessly exposed to the eyes of the Tianguang people.

Sour Xing heard that it was a xylophone talking to her woman in the pot house. He was very surprised, and did not understand how the xylophone could suddenly appear at his house early in the morning without invitation. This is something that Sour Apricot never expected. He quietly retreated into the hall again, listening carefully to the eager conversation between the two men, and eagerly guessing the intention of the xylophone to come. Is it the National Day or what happened to the people, so she must come and talk about it in person. But hearing the eagerness in their tones when they spoke, nothing serious seemed to have happened. His eyes lit up, could it be that Xylophone made a special trip for Jing'er and Ye'er. Perhaps Jing'er's opinion was agreed by the whole family, and he let Xylophone personally go out to ensure a better chance of victory. Perhaps it was because Xylophone felt that the knot between the two families was too big, and he had to come by himself to untie it and get back together, so as to ensure the complete success of the two babies' family affairs.

Sour apricot thought in shock. Just listen to my own woman, I've kept you waiting for so long, I have to wake him up.

Muqin said, don't worry, let the uncle sleep for a while.

The sour apricot woman pushed open the door of the pot house, and returned as she walked, and it was early to get up, and the sun was eight poles high.

The sour apricot woman pushed open the door of the hall and saw the sour apricot standing on the floor of the house. I'm thinking about something. She was about to call out to him, but was stopped by a wave of her hand.

Sour Xing asked quietly, why did the xylophone come to our house, is there anything urgent.

The woman also immediately whispered back, not knowing what to say. I came for more than half an hour, and I didn't let you wake you up, and I didn't say anything.

Sour Xing pondered for a moment and said, you don't talk much, wait to hear what she has to say, let's plan again.

After that, Sour Xing immediately asked loudly, is his sister-in-law here, come into the house. It was cold last night, and I thought there was nothing to do today, so I slept in. I'm going to shut you out for a whole morning, damn it. As he spoke, he buttoned up his clothes and stepped out of the hall door.

The xylophone also smelled the sound and came out of the pot house. She smiled and said, yes, Jing'er and his wife are also lying in bed and can't get up, and they may not even have eaten yet.

Sour Xing hurriedly let the xylophone into the house. The sour apricot woman quickly poured a glass of boiled water and hurriedly exited the house. There were only two people left in the house, sour apricot and xylophone.

Muqin said, uncle, I came here early in the morning, and I was surprised that you had a good sleep.

Sour apricot said busily, I'm old, what else is there to sleep in. If it weren't for the cold, I would have gotten up a long time ago. If you don't walk around the house or outside the courtyard three or five times, your arms, legs and feet will not be comfortable for a day.

Xylophone no longer went around in circles with him, and went straight to the point. She said, "Uncle, I'm here today to ask you for advice." Let you ponder and think about it, and get an idea for me to see if this thing can be done and how to do it.

Sour Xing thought that the xylophone was here to mention the baby's family affairs, and she was secretly happy. He said modestly, hehe, what good ideas can I give you. Originally, when we worked together, you helped me with ideas. Your ideas are pertinent and practical, and your actions are effective, and there is nothing that can stump us.

Xylophone said, it's not that you are at the helm and hold it steadily. Do things without rigidity and dogma, and adapt to changes. Even those people in the commune don't dare to underestimate us.

Speaking of this, the two of them recalled the days when they ran to the commune to establish a school, a health center, and a middle school. The scenes immediately rushed to the eyes, vividly and clearly. The two of them talked and laughed about these old things for a while, and the atmosphere was extremely warm and friendly, and the mood was also very relaxed and happy. Sour Xing also boasted, I haven't been able to bear to take out the Lai Pi Fa Envoy. If they all come out, that Principal Yang will kneel down pitifully.

Muqin Dao, this time I came here to discuss a major matter with you. You'll have to figure it out for me and make up your mind. Seeing that the sour acocot was listening carefully to herself, Xylophone told her plan to build the road. At the same time, she laid out in detail the reasons, reasons, and scale of the road, as well as the advantages and disadvantages and difficulties faced by the village.

Sour Apricot fell silent for a moment. He didn't expect that the xylophone came to him for this matter. At the same time, he was also surprised that the xylophone's appetite was so big, that he wanted to build the narrow and crooked sheep intestine path into a straight road four meters wide. For the small Xinghua Village, not to mention how huge such a project is, even the idea itself is enough to make the sour apricot jaw-dropping. Sour apricots don't know the importance of this road construction. As early as when he was in power, he had such thoughts. The road was built into a large road for cars, which was convenient for the villagers, not to mention, only when they paid the public grain, they would not be afraid of the safety of the ox cart all day long. However, a rough calculation of the manpower, costs and other problems and difficulties made him finally give up such a plan completely.

Sour Apricot pondered, carefully weighing the power. It's like he is still working as the village party secretary, and he is still fulfilling the duties of the party secretary. He asked the xylophone, this is a big project, not as simple as repairing the pond dam. This personnel, labor, funds, detonators, explosives, vehicles, etc., if you don't think about it and then do it, I'm afraid you will have to give up halfway. Rather than getting to that point and not being able to explain to the top and bottom, it is better to stop as soon as possible.

Xylophone was excited for a while. She didn't expect that Sour Apricot didn't have the slightest intention of shirking or blaming, let alone standing by and waiting to see her liveliness. He put himself in his own shoes and planned for the public, and did not even involve the slightest personal grudge. This made the xylophone overjoyed. Xylophone hurriedly brought out the more mature ideas and plates that he and Feng'er had considered on the road, and asked Sour Xing to further help him plan.

After listening to this, the sour apricot did not speak for a long time, but inhaled the spicy dry tobacco pouch vigorously. The room was filled with the pungent smell of tobacco, and the xylophone barely managed to suppress a small cough.

After a while, Sour Xing slammed the cigarette pouch pot on the leg of the pestle under his buttocks, and said, "If you want me to see it, this road repair is a great thing and a long-term thing." Sooner or later, it's better to do it late than early. If it drags on any longer, I don't know if I have to wait until the Year of the Monkey. If you really want to do it, the first thing is to get the money before you can buy detonators and explosives. Without these, even if we have great ability, we can't play it. I'm afraid it won't help to ask my superiors for a little bit. The money of the commune is even more monks and less porridge, and the whole commune is sprinkled with sesame salt, leaving more than a little more left for our village. We can only rely on the voluntary fundraising of our villagers. But be careful with this fundraising, the villagers are poor. Now, relying on the good policies of the above, I finally have enough food and warm clothes, but my pockets are empty. Except that you sold some apricot fruits and collected some money this year, where is there a way to make money? This fund-raising matter must be handled safely. If you can't do it, you can't build the road, not to mention, I'm afraid that there will be a mess.

Xylophone hurriedly replied, I want to find out among the villagers first to see how many agree before acting. This fund-raising cannot be collected in vain, and the IOUs will be issued by the brigade. Once the road is opened, the road to money is smooth, and the brigade will have to repay it with interest.

Sour Xing nodded heavily and said, That's fine. You have to make it clear to the villagers, don't let them talk behind their backs. This path can also be tried.

This major event was recognized by the two of them. It seems that the two of them are still working together to study the affairs of the brigade, completely forgetting that Xylo, as the village party secretary, is discussing the major affairs in the village with this sour apricot, who is already a flat-headed person.

When the xylophone left happily, Sour Xing suddenly remembered that she was already an ordinary villager who was driven off the stage by the xylophone, and it was just a matter of not being an enemy of her, so why couldn't help but be willing to think about business for her. He regretted it, and scolded vigorously in his heart, he really bumped into a ghost in the daytime, and he was old and confused. It seems that the mother-in-law is not bad, and she is really addicted to officials. It's been so long since they stepped down, and they're still worried about the brigade. As soon as I saw the xylophone to mention it, I couldn't touch the Nantianmen, I didn't worry about eating radishes, which bundle of scriptures was being recited, and which drama was being sung. At the same time, he also secretly admired the scheming of the xylophone. Because of the management of the apricot forest, he made a mess of sour apricots, and people turned their backs upside down. This time, he has gained a lot of knowledge and knows how powerful he is, so he will test his idea first. Once he did his job, everyone else would be able to fiddle with it.

Sour apricot repented for a long time. I also thought that this road repair was indeed a great thing, for the sake of the future of the village and the future of the babies, and it was not meddled in my own affairs. Helping the xylophone staff figure it out should be within his sour apricot duties. Who told him to be a member of Xinghua Village? After thinking about it like this, the chagrin in my heart finally subsided, but my stomach gurgled again.

He shouted to the woman to hurry up and serve the meal, it was almost noon, and breakfast had not yet been eaten.

That night, Xylophone convened a meeting of village cadres. She talked about the idea, that is, to take advantage of this winter's agricultural slack season to start road repair projects. She asked everyone to take turns to speak, and to share their opinions in this way. The good should be discussed, the bad should be discussed, and even the opposing opinions should be voiced together. See if the idea can work, and how. Prior to this, in addition to Maolin and Feng'er knowing about this, the village cadres also knew something to a greater or lesser extent. But it's not specific, and I didn't expect that the xylophone would have such a big plan and make such a big move. They are not mentally prepared, so they are extremely cautious in their speeches. They all closed their mouths that were accustomed to being able to speak well on weekdays, and they just wanted to listen to what others had to say, and then grasp the proportions of their own statements.

Feng'er fully supported the xylophone's proposition, so she spoke first. She talked about the advantages and favorable conditions of road construction, and firmly agreed with the xylophone's opinion. However, after all, Feng'er has only been in the team for a short time, she is the youngest, her speech is not enough, and she has not established a certain prestige, and the so-called people are soft-spoken. Her words didn't cause much repercussions. The venue was still a stagnant pool, and the cadres were still carefully weighing the severity.

Maolin already knew what the xylophone was thinking. Or after the last time Xylophone and Feng'er came back from a meeting in the commune, Xylophone had come to him alone, exchanged opinions, and wanted to hear his thoughts. At that time, Mao Lin felt that this matter was a heavy responsibility and had a lot of concerns, so he did not express his position directly, saying that he would talk about it when he considered it. Seeing that Feng'er finished speaking, and no one took the lead to speak, and Muqin kept glancing at him, Mao Lin spoke helplessly. His words represented the opinion of most of the people present. To sum up, there are three points: First, it is right to build roads, and roads must be repaired well. If not, the things produced in the village will not be able to be shipped, which means that they will be busy in vain. The second is what kind of road to build. If according to the idea of the xylophone, a four-meter-wide road can be built, then it would be good to dare to do so. However, with the help of the whole village, there are many difficulties and problems, such as funds, labor, technology, equipment, and so on. Therefore, major repairs are not as good as minor repairs, not to mention ensuring that the task is completed, and there is a good explanation for the upper and lower levels. In case the task is not completed, it will be even more difficult to get a half-pulled project and put it down, and then try to pick it up. The third is how to raise funds. It is still unknown how much the Commune can give, and there is certainly not much more. For the rest, you have to think of it yourself. This is not a urinal nest for the babies, you can do whatever you want, it's not good to think about it.

As soon as Mao Lin finished speaking, Zhenfu also expressed his position anxiously. He basically agrees with the xylophone's idea, but also has Maolin's concerns about fundraising. His reason is very simple, that is, the villagers are still poor and clanging. The little money that Xingguo earned this year was all hidden by people, and it was so rare that it was even more worrying than his own mother-in-law and baby. If you want to borrow money from the villagers, I'm afraid it's better to borrow money from them and use it. Therefore, to do good things well, you have to think about them. Don't end up complaining and leaving infamy, you won't be rewarded for your kindness.

Zhenfu's words show more and more the mentality of most people. That is, he openly supported the xylophone's proposition, but in fact, he secretly supported Maolin's opinion. His words provoked a buzz of discussion and debate. Some people agreed with the idea of the xylophone, while others firmly sided with Maolin Zhenfu, dog-eat-dog-to-dog. Until late at night, there was no clear result.

Xylophone had no choice but to adjourn the meeting. Before the meeting ended, Muqin asked the village cadres to go to the households in his charge to solicit opinions and see what the villagers thought. After collecting the opinions of the villagers, we will make plans. The crowd dispersed. Only Feng'er sat in the room with the xylophone, stunned for a while.

Feng'er understood Xylophone's thoughts, and was anxious, but helpless. Feng'er said, the men in Xinghua Village are too utilitarian, and they always want to ask for merit when they do anything. Once there is a bad one, quickly shrink your head and clear your home, for fear that you will be stained with fishy smell.

Xylophone didn't speak. She was stunned for a long time before she said, go home and sleep, and wait to hear the opinions of the villagers.

Feng'er returned home listlessly. Seeing the kerosene lamp on in the in-laws' house, I knew that the two had not slept yet. She asked softly through the door, Mother, haven't you slept yet? Immediately, there was a sour apricot voice in the house, saying that I was waiting for you, come into the house.

Feng'er pushed open the hidden door, and saw her in-laws and Guoqing sitting at the table of the Eight Immortals. Gold Leaf was already asleep in bed.

Feng'er asked, something's wrong.

The mother-in-law replied, it's not your father yet, it's really addicted to being an official. Things you shouldn't worry about, worry about blindly. Things that shouldn't be asked by themselves are also making fun of themselves. No, it makes the family unable to sleep, so I have to wait for you to come back and ask about the results of the meeting.

Sour apricot waved her hand impatiently, interrupting the woman's words. He asked Feng'er directly, tonight, what will happen at the meeting.

Feng'er learned the process of the meeting to her father-in-law. Finally, she asked Sour Apricot what she thought.

Sour Xing said, your statement tonight is right, that is, you want to hug the xylophone tightly. Look at those individuals are all men, and when they start doing things, they are all scared. When she walks, she takes smaller steps than a woman. I thought about it all day, and finally figured it out. Although the xylophone took a big step this time, the direction of this step was correct. Although there are risks, if you don't take risks, what else can you accomplish? I was worried about this and there, but in the end, I didn't make a big deal. You are young, you have to learn from the xylophone and push forward. broke out, and it was a piece of heaven and earth. If you can't break out, you have to succumb to your own courtyard like me, and become half a waste. Don't worry, as much energy as you want, don't keep your strength. I'll support you in the back, see who dares to underestimate our Lao He family. When your wings are trained to be hard, you may be the master of the village in the future.

Feng'er didn't expect that tonight's father-in-law would be unusual, saying a lot of words of support and motivation, and she was greatly moved. She immediately said, Dad, don't worry, except for you and your sister-in-law in the village, there is no one in my eyes who can put it in my eyes. Compared with those people outside the mountain, the villagers here are as cautious and small-minded as babies, not like they have a big future.

said that the National Day was very dissatisfied, and he blocked Feng'er and said, what are you doing when you marry if you don't have any interest. If you regret it, go back again, who is rare.

Back in the West Courtyard, Guoqing reminded Feng'er vigorously, saying that he listened to our father, he didn't have enough addiction to being an official, so he deliberately pulled you on and fulfilled his thoughts. We can't learn from xylophones. Seeing that Tian'er doesn't care about his family, he doesn't care about his job, he is busy and busy, and he is not happy. Living your own life safely and steadily is the right thing to do. Our mother has been looking forward to hugging her grandson for a long time, why isn't your belly bulging yet.

Feng'er glared at him and said, get out, if you want to give birth to a baby, find someone else to give birth. How can I have the spare time to accompany you to have a baby.

On National Day, I don't know how to step forward and hold down Feng'er and say, if you don't give birth, who will you call. Plant the seeds tonight and see if you can sprout in your ground. With that, he turned over and rode onto Feng'er's belly. The top was just about to be busy, but before the bottom was in place, he asked Feng'er to push his belly sideways, flipped him over on the bed, and almost rolled under the bed.

National Day hatefully said, why are you so ruthless, and let me sleep tonight.

Feng'er smiled and said, you go to your father and mother to complain, just say that I will boil your eagle when I see the sky, and I won't let you plant baby seeds, see what they say. After that, he turned over and faced the inner wall, no longer caring about the National Day, let alone getting close to the National Day, but thinking carefully about his own thoughts.

The National Day lasted for most of the day, and when I saw that it was seamless, I had to sulk and fall asleep first.

All kinds of information about road construction are gradually coming together, and there are joys and worries. Let the xylophone be like a cold and a wind chill, hot and cold. Her mood was sometimes excited for a while, and sometimes she was depressed for a while. caused Mao Shengzhi to worry about whether there was something wrong with her brain.

The most obvious example is that at the time of eating, the xylophone was eating, and it inexplicably held the rice bowl and held the chopsticks and did not move, staring at a certain place without blinking eyelids. Mao Sheng poked the table with chopsticks, and the sound of "bang bang" immediately woke up the xylophone. She came back to her senses in a panic and hurried to eat. Eating and eating, he began to be stunned again.

Mao Sheng was really scared, and felt that the xylophone was like two people as usual. It must have been thinking about things all day long, and my brain was exhausted. He ran to find the National Day, described the abnormal behavior of the xylophone in detail, and nervously asked the National Day if the cub was going to be crazy.

National Day saw his seriousness, and laughed breathlessly. He said, "Brother, you're not afraid." Feng'er was also like her sister-in-law, suffering from the same disease, and she was stunned when she saw Tian'er. It was better during the day. When I was asleep at night, I sat up and scared people to death.

Mao Sheng hurriedly echoed, yes, yes, that's how he was surprised. Do you want to take them to the city and find Dr. Yao to check the pulse.

The National Day became more and more laughing, and I said no, I will take such a pulse. They were called road repairers, and they were worried about hysteria. When the road is repaired, the hysteria will be cured.

Of course, Mao Sheng couldn't believe in the National Day, and he was skeptical of his words. Back at home, he observed the changes in xylophone's words and deeds more and more closely. If it gets worse, he will make up his mind to take the xylophone to Dr. Yao. He also thought that if the xylophone didn't go, he would tie her up and carry her to the city. For this reason, he also secretly prepared hemp rope to tie people.

The hysteria of the xylophone was not only transmitted to Feng'er, but also to Maolin Zhenfu, and even the sour apricots were restless. It's just that in comparison, each person shows different degrees. The xylophone and Feng'er are heavier, the Maolin Zhenfu are lighter, and the sour apricot is in between.

The county has replied. According to Kuang's calculations, according to the existing resource conditions of Xinghua Village, the required funds will probably not be less than 40,000 or 50,000 yuan. This is still the most conservative rough estimate, and the exact number will not be determined until the actual survey. In the eyes of the villagers, 40,000 or 50,000 yuan is a huge amount. Throwing all this money on the road in vain is simply unimaginable.

The opinions of the villagers have also been fed back one after another. The basic situation is that one-third of people are for it and one-third are against it. The remaining third are vague and ambiguous, waiting to see what happens. On the family portal, half of the people surnamed Song support and half oppose it, the vast majority of the people surnamed He support a very small number of people hesitate to wait and see, and half of the people surnamed Li wait and see. The rest, for and against, is basically divided in half. This makes the xylophone more and more difficult, not certainly, not necessarily. Reflected in the village team, it is also divided into three parts of the world. The xylophone phoenixes insisted on building the road, and Maolin and several others resolutely opposed it. Only Zhenfu alone remains neutral, saying that it is okay to repair, that is, it is not necessary to cause trouble; it is not necessary to repair it in a small way, and then repair it well in the future, and then it is safe, and this is the best policy. This situation is no different from the last meeting. It seems that the opinions of the villagers have more effectively verified and supported the differences of opinion among the team members.

There are only a few days left until the beginning of winter. If we don't get a good grasp of the road construction plan, do a good job in the preliminary preparations for road construction as soon as possible, and roll out the project before the light snow, I am afraid that this winter's spare time will be wasted. By then, even if the whole village enthusiastically supported the construction of the road, it had already missed the opportunity to start construction.

The xylophone was as anxious as fire, and he was restless. She knew that if the vast majority of the villagers wanted to agree, the work of the people surnamed Li had to be done. And the key is that Zhenfu must figure it out. As long as the people surnamed Li join in, those people surnamed Song who support Maolin will follow suit and agree. How to make Zhenfu turn this corner is a very nerve-wracking thing. She has asked Zhenfu to do work several times, but he has been pushed back without being soft or hard. Zhenfu said, I support the construction of the road. The villagers disagreed, and the gods couldn't do it. We can't force ourselves into other people's butt pockets to grab money.

After thinking about it, Muqin felt that it was still necessary to obtain the consent of the leaders of the commune and do the work from top to bottom. No matter how calculating Zhenfu is, he doesn't dare to go against the will of the leader. So, she went to the commune first, found Secretary Shen, who was busy arranging and arranging winter agricultural production, and reported her plans and various difficulties she faced.

When Secretary Shen heard this, he was overjoyed. He said, I was worried about how to build a large-scale project, but I didn't expect Xinghua Village to have such a bold idea. To do it like this, we must also make a sound and make some reputations.

Secretary Shen was so happy because when he held a meeting in the county a few days ago, Beishan Commune was named by County Magistrate Du. I think that the agricultural production in winter is slow, the vision is low, the scale is small, and it is like a baby and a cub nourishing a nest, a puddle pond and dam in the east, and a river fork and ditch in the west, none of which can be put on the table. As soon as the meeting dispersed, some people called Secretary Shen to his face, and maliciously invited him to the ground under his direct jurisdiction to give him two touches and make more projects. was so angry that Secretary Shen scolded his mother. After returning to the commune, Secretary Shen scolded the commune officials, and sent them to the villages to re-plan and re-launch winter production. He said ruthlessly, if anyone can't make a name, just squat down and don't come back.

As soon as Xylophone heard that there was a door, he hurriedly put out the problem of shortage of funds, and wanted to ask the commune to think of a way.

Secretary Shen immediately sank his face. He snorted like a toothache, which pot you can't open. I also told Qian to be so worried that eating was tasteless, and sleeping was not fragrant. When the cadres of the whole commune see Tian'er waiting for me to feed me with their mouths open, you also come to grab food to eat, don't you want to cut my flesh and release my blood. No, absolutely not. The work must be done well, but there is no money, so I have to find a way to do it. With that, he pulled out a posture to call Hanako out, and was about to get up to see off the guests.

Of course, the xylophone knows that it can't be bargained for in the tiger's mouth. The so-called want to get away with it, let him be anxious first, and then mention the affairs of the village, so as not to let him think that he would disturb him with the fart in the village. A sentence of "I am the secretary of the whole commune, or you are the secretary of the village", will block her to death. Seeing that he was going to drive himself out, Muqin hurriedly explained the method of raising funds in the village and the current situation, which meant that he asked him to come forward to unify the thinking of the village cadres.

Secretary Shen really said unhappily, after making trouble for a long time, you want me to do a helper for you, you are too bold. I'm a dignified commune secretary, and I'm going to take care of the housework for you. If all the villages come to me like this, I must not be knocked apart by you? You can figure it out.

Xylophone laughed and said, how dare you. This fundraising is a big deal, and if you don't dare to force it, you can only consciously volunteer it. If the commune does not have an attitude, the common people will have no bottom in their hearts.

Secretary Shen muttered, Sensei tell me the truth, my truth is harder than yours. If everyone is like you, I can't see the common people in the world, so what do you want to do? I don't care about this kind of. Just tell Lao Yang to scare them. If these pointy-headed monsters were to be a man of understanding, let him wear a black gauze hat the size of a grain of rice. If you don't understand, just flatten their pointed ends, and see if you dare to grin your teeth and make the scene. And oh, the project has to be started quickly. In a few days, I'll check it out. If you don't see any movement by then, I'm going to test you.

Xylophone hurriedly said yes and said I would do my best.

The so-called officials crushed people to death at the first level.

After Yang Xiande received Secretary Shen's will, he did not dare to slack off and went to Xinghua Village in person. He convened the village cadres on the spot and held an emergency meeting. The table slammed loudly, and the Maolin Zhenfu were trained to breathe. The village cadres had never seen such a scene, and they all sat in the corner of the house in a daze, as silent as cicadas. Yang Xiande divided the work for everyone on the spot, and one person was responsible for the work of some villagers. If you can't do it, make room for someone who has the ability to do it. Yang Xiande is a member of the organization committee, who specializes in these little gods and ghosts, who will be stupid and fight with him. As a result, this forced and hard-pressed meeting immediately took effect. The village cadres no longer dared to complain, and immediately jumped between the courtyards of the houses they were responsible for. The set is almost emotional, and begging the villagers to agree to build the road. They also willingly took out the apricot fruit money hidden in the middle of the house and threw it on the road.

After the vast majority of the villagers agreed to raise funds to build the road, Xylophone asked Zhenfu to draft a fund-raising agreement. Indicate that the money is borrowed temporarily by the brigade and the individual, and indicate the interest on the borrowed money, which will be repaid by the brigade with interest in the future. In addition, the official seal of the brigade and the personal handprint were affixed to each consent form. In this way, the villagers have a backbone, and they are not afraid that the brigade will turn their faces and refuse to admit their accounts in the future. There were a few remaining families who resolutely did not buy it, and Xylophone resorted to tough measures. If they do not agree, they will not be allowed to participate in any production activities organized by the collective, including the management of apricot forests and the purchase of apricot fruits. These families are not afraid of other activities of the group. Anyway, if you fiddle with your own fields and eat the food that grows in your own fields, you won't starve to death, let alone freeze to death. They are afraid that the village will not help their family manage the forest and buy apricot fruits, and they will cut off the financial means to make money in the future. In desperation, they had to reluctantly agree, but they felt uncomfortable in their hearts.

After a few fights with the sour jujube, the sour jujube lady also helplessly watched him take the ticket in the grain hoard with a smile and go out to raise funds. She still hated in her mouth, and when the road was repaired and people were killed, see if you still dare to be so arrogant.

Her words were heard by the four seasons and Lanxiang who were passing by. The two of them also took out the apricot money, and the boss was uncomfortable in his heart. When I heard the sour jujube lady standing in her yard and cursing, I felt very angry.

They went to celebrate Zhenshu's sixtieth birthday. Originally, according to the customs of the mountain people, this birthday should be celebrated during the Spring Festival. However, before the Spring Festival last year, a series of incidents occurred in the family, which made Zhenshu unable to arouse the slightest interest. The grandson left as a soldier at the autumn equinox, which made the family busy for a holiday. The family was worried about the autumn equinox, and their hearts were a little empty. What's more serious is that the second son Sixi said goodbye and left the country. For Zhenshu, it is a slap in the face. Zhenshu was beaten dizzy, and he didn't even have the idea of celebrating the New Year, and he was disheartened all day long. Fortunately, Jin Lian kept persuading, saying that the second brother's departure was also destined for this catastrophe, and it was unacceptable. When the time comes to turn in the future, it will be a chance to happen, and the time will come to work, and it will be a great thing. All along, Zhenshu believed in Jin Lian's words. Her persuasion allowed her to recover some of her vitality, and gradually relaxed her heart, and her mood slowly stabilized and improved. Therefore, Zhenshu decided to celebrate his 60th birthday. First, I used this to rush away bad luck, and secondly, I also made up for the unfulfilled birthday. If it is still in time for the Spring Festival, it will not be a 60th birthday, but a 61-year-old dog's tail life.

On the way to her hometown, Lan Xiang muttered, the xylophone is too arrogant, how dare she take out all the money that everyone has saved and throw it on the road in vain. is not afraid that she will not be able to pay the account in the future, so he asked the villagers to eat her alive.

The four seasons also said, I look at it mysteriously. If this road is not repaired, it will not be tightened. Didn't we just see Tian'er go in and out of the mountain, and we weren't trapped in the mountains? If she really throws our hard-earned money on the road and can't get it back, I'll be the first to squat at her house and ask for money. I didn't have any money, so I sold her yard and had to pay it back.

The two of them said this, and went straight to the mansion of their hometown.

The yard was very lively. The pot house was steaming, and the sound of pots and pans colliding could be heard from time to time. On this day, Zhenshu specially arranged it on Sunday, and the babies who went to school also returned home. The daughters of the Sixi family, the winter solstice of the Four Seasons family, and a pair of children of the Sifang family are laughing and laughing outside the courtyard. Xia Zhi was too busy in the technical team, so he told Lan Xiang when he left in the morning, and he would come back at noon when he was on his birthday. At this time, Chun'er, a four-season girl who married in Beishan Village, had already come to her hometown with her husband Guo Ren to help. Guo Ren's arrival attracted a group of babies to go crazy more and more. They grabbed their brother-in-law and dug their pockets for here and there. hasn't messed around with him yet, and he's completely a scoundrel with his brother-in-law and brother-in-law.

Zhenshu hurriedly dispersed these crazy cubs, let Guo Ren into the house, and said, Sensei is as knowledgeable as them, they are all mountain and wild babies, and they can't see good eyebrows and good faces.

The hall was cleaned. The messy household was cleaned up in an orderly manner, and the tables and stools were wiped clean. On the north wall of the main hall hangs a large longevity couplet, which is a whole large red pair of paper. On it, a large brush is written with a neat big "longevity" character. There is a couplet on both sides, the upper one is "Fu is like the long flowing water of the East China Sea", and the lower one is "Shoubi Nanshan Immortal Pine". It's all in Zhenshu's handwriting.

The babies were all driven to play in the yard, the women were busy stir-frying and cooking in the pot house, and there were only a few men sitting in the house smoking and drinking tea and chatting. After talking about some topics about the year, several people naturally talked about the matter of raising funds to build roads in the village.

Four Seasons learned about the sour jujube mother-in-law's swearing, and repeated what he said to Lan Xiang to show his attitude and dissatisfaction.

Sifang Road, this road repair is a good thing, but it is too urgent. Dress and eat, how many things to entertain and how many guests, how much money to do. I don't have any money, but I insist on doing it, isn't it ugly at home?

Guo Rendao, listen to my aunt Shen Yuhua, this xylophone is a woman with great skills, and she has never shown anything in her work. Presumably she was sure. Otherwise, how could she be blind in command without knowing the sky.

The Quartet echoed the road, too. If you don't have diamonds, how dare you do porcelain work.

The four seasons disdain authenticity, fart. If she really has the confidence, why should she alarm the leaders of the commune to support her. If it weren't for Uncle Zhenfu's affection, no one would want to take away a penny from me.

At this time, Jin Lian entered the house. She had just come from home. The dirty work in the pot house, she doesn't care about it. She sat down at the door of the hall like a guest. Hearing a few people talking about road construction, she interjected coldly and said that the xylophone had eaten the bear's heart and leopard's gall. This big road originally passed in front of the ancestral forest cemetery at the entrance of the village very regularly, because the road was narrow, there were few people and few cars, and the ancestral forest could also absorb the qi veins sent by Nanshan. In particular, the Danan River makes a big bend in front of the ancestral forest, which is geographically called the jade belt entangled, which is a good pattern. If the current road is widened, there are many people walking, and there are many cars, this jade belt will be cut off. If the qi veins in the south can't come through, the auspicious points of this ancestral forest will be broken, and there will definitely be some strange things in the village. When people's hearts are scattered, life will be restless. At that time, no matter how capable anyone is, they will not be able to save it.

Zhenshu was surprised and said, really, it's so powerful.

Jin Lian's face tensed, revealing her usual mysterious smile. She said, you are also a person who knows the geography of yin and yang, why can't you see it?

Zhenshu blushed suddenly. Fortunately, his skin was black and red by the wind and sun, and no one else noticed it. Zhenshu hurriedly asked, then what do you say. You can't ruin the pulse of the whole village because of the road construction.

Jin Lian said in a slow voice, either she couldn't break ground to build the road, or she would turn a big bend on the road and keep up with the Nanhe. It's better this way, it's called a double belt wrap. Not only will it not be able to collide with the ancestral forest qi vein, but it will also increase the power of gathering qi, which will be better and better for our village.

Her words made the people present immediately pause. They all praised in unison, this is how bad things turn into good things. If that's the case, the money will not be wronged.

Guo Ren praised Jin Lian's divine power with admiration, and he said, the third aunt is really a god, otherwise there would be so many people to worship. The people in my village talk about you as a god.

Jin Lian didn't reply. She still sat by the doorway, her expression indifferent, and she didn't know whether she was happy or disdainful of accepting such an explicit compliment.

Zhenshu said worriedly that this is a big problem. If the brigade had started work, how would it have taken care of the ancestral cemetery. As long as it is convenient to build roads, even if the old ancestral forest is bulldozed, it is uncertain.

The four seasons and the four sides also became worried, feeling that the old Li family was able to have today's scene because of the support of Zulin. If the veins of the woodland are really cut off due to road construction, the consequences will be so serious and serious that it is unimaginable.

Sifang said a little nervously, we have to explain this reason to the village cadres of Muqin, and ask them to let Lao Lin out at the time of setting the route, and don't dare to come nonsense.

The four seasons are connected, and you all think of the heavenly palace. Will the village cadres listen to you? They all listen to the xylophone alone. Let them go east, and they will not dare to glance westward. If you want me to see it, just mobilize the villagers to talk to the xylophone. There are many people, the law does not blame the people, and the people are angry and difficult to commit. She's going to have to think about it all her life, and maybe she's going to have to change her course.

Zhenshu patted his thigh and said, what a good way, just do it. Seeing that the xylophone dared to offend the whole village to death regardless of it.

The result of such deliberations made everyone present feel safe. The anxiety that had just arisen was also swept away, the mood was relaxed again, and the atmosphere was cheerful and enthusiastic again. At this time, Xia Solstice also rushed back from outside. Then, the hot dishes were served. Eat longevity noodles, toast longevity wine, and the banquet is very lively.

After lunch, Guo Ren wanted to say goodbye and go back. Osmanthus sat in the corner and opened her mouth. She didn't shy away from it, guarding the front of the family, and asked Guo Rendao, a few days ago, I asked Chun'er to tell you about the matchmaker. originally relied on the sour jujube family to talk about the medium, but the third and second classes just didn't see any movement. I was so anxious that I couldn't eat or sleep. Your second uncle, a dead ghost, left a large family and went out to mess around by himself, which made me feel like I couldn't finish it. With that, she lifted up her shirt again and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

As soon as Osmanthus's words fell, all the people in the house lost their good mood. Sixi has been out for more than half a year. At the beginning, he once sent a letter to his family, saying that he had arrived in Laoshan in Qingdao, but after that, there was no news, and he didn't know where he wandered again. On today's table, he is the only one missing. Everyone only cared about discussing the matter of changing the route, but they forgot about it to the clouds, and obviously snubbed the osmanthus. The family didn't know what to say for a while.

Guo Ren hurriedly continued, Second Aunt, don't be anxious. I'm asking my sister-in-law Shen Yuhua to say it, I think I will definitely be able to say it.

I wasn't shy to wait, and immediately interjected, I don't need you to worry about my business. I'm going to find my in-laws' house myself, and I won't stay at home.

Osmanthus pulled down her face and scolded, Dead Nizi, just choose you. I want to find my mother-in-law's house in our village, and if I want to find it, I have to find it in the blessing hoard outside the mountain. Don't think I don't know your mind, someone has already told me. If you don't listen to adults, tear your mouth and break your legs and feet, and see if you dare to be tough.

When the child immediately pouted, he went out of the house, and went into the pot house to sulk.

The words of the two mothers made the family feel very uncomfortable. Zhenshu just gulped down his cigarette, and everyone else gulped down their tea as if they were thirsty. The warm atmosphere in the room suddenly sank.

Summer solstice round field road, do you want to talk about it slowly. It's such a big thing, how can you say anything? It's not too late to weigh it up in the future. With that, he slipped out of the house and went out of the courtyard.

The summer solstice is full of people in the village.

He first ran to the unfinished construction site of the technical team in the morning to look for it, and the official seal and pillar said that they had not seen it. He ran to Sour Xing's house again to ask. The sour apricot woman said that the people and his father went to the town to repair Ye'er's house. The roof of her house has been leaking rain, presumably because the roof tiles were blown out by a strong wind a few days ago.

Xia Zhi paced to Jing'er's house sullenly, and told the second aunt Osmanthus urging her sister Chun'er and her family to wait for their children to find their mother-in-law's house, and said, the people want to be enough. The second aunt seems to know about the two of them. Depending on the situation, it is a hundred who disagree.

Jing'er asked, what should I do. The people and the others have heated up the basin, and they see that the sky is sticky together. If it is broken apart, it will be a tragedy.

Xia Zhidao, I don't know, didn't I immediately come to report to him and tell him to hurry up and think about it. I guess I'll tell him about it later. I'm just worrying about it, and it's useless.

Jing'er was also anxious, saying that when it gets dark, we will call the foreign bank and the people to help come up with ideas, and maybe we can come up with a good way.

At night, the two of them really called the foreign company and the people, closed the door and the door of the hall, and pulled out a posture of studying countermeasures. No matter how the pillar and the official seal smash the door outside, it just won't open. In the end, it still alarmed Maosheng. He came out and said, "Isn't he in the house, and he will come back later." Zhu'er and Gongzhang muttered to each other, it's really strange, obviously seeing the people and the summer solstice coming here, they disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Just when Jing'er and the others were racking their brains about how to match the people and others, not far away at Zhenfu's house, Zhenshu and Zhenfu were also talking head-to-head about changing the route.

After Zhenshu put down his job, he ran straight to Zhenfu's house. Zhenfu was just about to eat, and when he saw Zhenshu coming, he pulled him to drink a few glasses together. Zhenshu was also not humble, and sat down with Zhenfu while drinking and pulling the problem of the damage to Zulin by building roads.

Zhenshu said, our old brothers are not outsiders, and I treat you as a brother. It seems that this road repair matter will not be changed. But this route has to be carefully weighed. Don't make a mistake and hurt the whole village. Then, he explained the truths that Jin Lian said in the morning to Zhenfuxue in detail, and inserted some of his own unique insights from time to time. The final conclusion is that this road can be repaired, but the route must be determined carefully, and we will never dare to touch the roots of the ancestral forest in the whole village.

After Zhenshu's explanation of the yin and yang feng shui topography and qi veins, Zhenfu also felt that this was a big thing, and it was not a little sloppy. He was worried, now that the route had been set, it passed by the edge of the ancestral forest. If you change the route, you will have to re-measure and estimate. Not to mention the use of labor, funding is also a big problem. At present, the little money collected in the village is only enough to buy detonators and explosives this winter, and the remaining gap is not known. If you make another big detour, I'm afraid it won't work.

Zhenshu said that this road construction is a long-term plan. Once it is completed, I am afraid that it will not change for ten or twenty years. Our ancestors have lived here safely for generations, thanks to the supply of ancestral forest qi veins. In particular, the tomb realm at the door of our old Li family is of the ninth rank in the ancestral forest. If you find any one, you have to score **. Otherwise, the door of our family surnamed Li can be so big, the popularity can be so strong, and the life can be higher than that of the villagers. The difficulties are only for a while, and they will affect the affairs of people in the next few lifetimes. I'd rather we don't call this road repair, and Zulin's qi veins don't dare to break. You say, isn't that the reason?

Zhenfu nodded straight and said, yes, yes, the pulse of the ancestral forest can't be broken. But this route has been decided, and it has been reported to the commune, so how can it be said that it will be changed. Don't say that we can't change it, even if the xylophone wants to change it, I'm afraid it's not easy to explain it to the superiors.

Zhenshu is confident, not afraid, let's mobilize the masses. As long as the people in the village unanimously ask to change the route, if they don't change, they will resolutely not go to work, and they will not be allowed to repair it, let alone xylophone, even the people of the commune will have nothing to do with us. This is called the anger of the people, and no one can do anything. Besides, this road is for our own people to walk, and we can repair it as much as we want. Even if you cultivate to the top of the mountain, what will it do to others?

Jing'er asked, what should I do. The people and the others have heated up the basin, and they see that the sky is sticky together. If it is broken apart, it will be a tragedy.

Xia Zhidao, I don't know, didn't I immediately come to report to him and tell him to hurry up and think about it. I guess I'll tell him about it later. I'm just worrying about it, and it's useless.

Jing'er was also anxious, saying that when it gets dark, we will call the foreign bank and the people to help come up with ideas, and maybe we can come up with a good way.

At night, the two of them really called the foreign company and the people, closed the door and the door of the hall, and pulled out a posture of studying countermeasures. No matter how the pillar and the official seal smash the door outside, it just won't open. In the end, it still alarmed Maosheng. He came out and said, "Isn't he in the house, and he will come back later." Zhu'er and Gongzhang muttered to each other, it's really strange, obviously seeing the people and the summer solstice coming here, they disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Just when Jing'er and the others were racking their brains about how to match the people and others, not far away at Zhenfu's house, Zhenshu and Zhenfu were also talking head-to-head about changing the route.

After Zhenshu put down his job, he ran straight to Zhenfu's house. Zhenfu was just about to eat, and when he saw Zhenshu coming, he pulled him to drink a few glasses together. Zhenshu was also not humble, and sat down with Zhenfu while drinking and pulling the problem of the damage to Zulin by building roads.

Zhenshu said, our old brothers are not outsiders, and I treat you as a brother. It seems that this road repair matter will not be changed. But this route has to be carefully weighed. Don't make a mistake and hurt the whole village. Then, he explained the truths that Jin Lian said in the morning to Zhenfuxue in detail, and inserted some of his own unique insights from time to time. The final conclusion is that this road can be repaired, but the route must be determined carefully, and we will never dare to touch the roots of the ancestral forest in the whole village.

After Zhenshu's explanation of the yin and yang feng shui topography and qi veins, Zhenfu also felt that this was a big thing, and it was not a little sloppy. He was worried, now that the route had been set, it passed by the edge of the ancestral forest. If you change the route, you will have to re-measure and estimate. Not to mention the use of labor, funding is also a big problem. At present, the little money collected in the village is only enough to buy detonators and explosives this winter, and the remaining gap is not known. If you make another big detour, I'm afraid it won't work.

Zhenshu said that this road construction is a long-term plan. Once it is completed, I am afraid that it will not change for ten or twenty years. Our ancestors have lived here safely for generations, thanks to the supply of ancestral forest qi veins. In particular, the tomb realm at the door of our old Li family is of the ninth rank in the ancestral forest. If you find any one, you have to score **. Otherwise, the door of our family surnamed Li can be so big, the popularity can be so strong, and the life can be higher than that of the villagers. The difficulties are only for a while, and they will affect the affairs of people in the next few lifetimes. I'd rather we don't call this road repair, and Zulin's qi veins don't dare to break. You say, isn't that the reason?

Zhenfu nodded straight and said, yes, yes, the pulse of the ancestral forest can't be broken. But this route has been decided, and it has been reported to the commune, so how can it be said that it will be changed. Don't say that we can't change it, even if the xylophone wants to change it, I'm afraid it's not easy to explain it to the superiors.

Zhenshu is confident, not afraid, let's mobilize the masses. As long as the people in the village unanimously ask to change the route, if they don't change, they will resolutely not go to work, and they will not be allowed to repair it, let alone xylophone, even the people of the commune will have nothing to do with us. This is called the anger of the people, and no one can do anything. Besides, this road is for our own people to walk, and we can repair it as much as we want. Even if you cultivate to the top of the mountain, what will it do to others?

Zhenfu said, I'm afraid this matter is not so simple, I can't talk about it clearly. Go ahead and try it. If only most of the villagers had listened, this would have been possible. If there were few people who responded, the matter would have to be stopped.

Zhenshu nodded and agreed, and said, you are a village cadre, of course it is not easy to talk about it clearly. As long as you agree with it in your heart, I will have a bottom in my heart. Anyway, I'm a little ordinary person, so it won't make any difference. If something really happens, no one can do anything about me. At most, I have a problem with my thinking, but what else can I do?

Although he said so, he was scolding in his heart, this old vixen is getting deeper and deeper. I want to be a bitch again, and I want to set up an archway, and the things that show up are enough to take up the whole mile. In case there is a bad one, just push two, six, five, and wait for your own good.

Scolding and scolding, anger and anger, Zhenshu did not dare to hesitate in the slightest. He left Zhenfu's house and immediately threw himself into the secret tandem of modifying the route. When it comes to his own interests, especially when it comes to the luck of his family, he must not sit idly by and watch as the qi of his family is damaged or damaged.

The start of construction is set on the tenth day of the tenth lunar month, and there are still nine days before the light snow.

Prior to this, all preparatory work was initially in place. So I say preliminary, because some of the preparations seem to be very hurried, and can even be said to be barely improvised.

First of all, the start-up capital is not in place.

Through the commune, Xylophone invited technicians from the county to conduct on-the-spot surveys and budgets for the entire project. In order to complete this project and completely unblock the passage between Xinghua Village and the town, about 50,000 cubic meters of earth and stone need to be moved. On the premise of ensuring that all kinds of production and life in the village are not affected, just relying on the winter farming leisure time, the existing human resources of Xinghua Village may not be completed in about three years. Moreover, the local mountains are made of granite rocks. The slope is densely forested and the soil is fertile, but in fact there are only two or three feet of floating soil, and the bottom is full of hard rocks. If you don't use detonator explosives, you don't want to shake it. Although Secretary Shen of the commune promised that as long as you can start this project as soon as possible, you can complete as many detonators and explosives as you need. Even other necessities, the Commune will do its best to meet the supply. However, the commune is a clear water yamen, which belongs to the master of the iron rooster. There is no money, and Mao'er can't pull out a single one. All the money is up to the village to figure it out. Although the village has raised some funds in a shocking manner, how can the poor villagers have much savings, but they just rely on this year's money to buy apricots. Even so, it only collected less than 10,000 yuan, and there was nothing more. It's like squeezing oil.

Moreover, the manpower is not even, and the people's hearts are not together. This is something that xylophone never expected.

According to the original expectation, with the start-up capital, people will not be idle. As long as you lead people to the road, there will always be a way to solve other difficulties. However, such an idea seems a bit overly optimistic. From the reactions of the village cadres, Xylophone has already sensed some danger signs. That is, people's hearts are insufficient, and it is difficult to form a joint force.

Except for Feng'er, who stood firmly on the side of the xylophone, running up and down with all her heart. The other cadres were more or less embarrassed. Although he also circled around the baton of the xylophone, the idea of passive coping was exposed. The most obvious example is that Xylophone asked Zhenfu to go to the commune to contact detonators, explosives and other items, and Zhenfu ran back and forth several times, but the contact was not good. In the end, I still asked Maolin to go on a trip to contact him. Maolin is not necessarily very proactive. Tell him to get the management of Xinglin done as soon as possible, so that he can free up people to the construction site. He just wasn't in a hurry, he still worked step by step with a group of people with a hammer in the east and a rake in the west, not in a hurry and not smoking. Until it was time to start repairing the road, he finally didn't finish the things in the forest, leaving a little tail to rest there. Most of the cadres of the other village teams were not in a hurry, and they moved a nest with a pull. As soon as he didn't pull it, he squatted there and waited. There are also those who are anxious, but with only enthusiasm, they cannot be used in some major problems and cannot solve the fundamental problems. It can be imagined from this that the villagers will not mention much about road construction.

In view of this situation and state, Xylophone is very worried. She went to Secretary Shen and asked to move the construction period back again. Anyway, the whole project is too big to be completed in one winter. First of all, the thinking of the villagers should be unified, and the preliminary work should be fully prepared, and then they should let go of their hands and feet to do a great job.

Secretary Shen became angry when he heard it. He glared at the table and slapped the table in a rage, and said, I have reported your village project to the county as the highlight of the whole commune, and I also patted my chest with the county magistrate Du and made a package ticket. Are you going to hit me in the mouth, and there is no door? Before the light snow, the works had to be started. If the construction period is delayed, I will not only ask you about it, but also bring your village team to the pot. The xylophone couldn't raise its head, couldn't open its eyes, and was so aggrieved that it couldn't breathe evenly, and couldn't speak.

Secretary Shen saw the uncomfortable appearance of the xylophone, and his heart softened a little. Although it was a posture of blowing his beard and staring, he still took a step back in the end. He said, "No, we must rush before the heavy snow, and we are not allowed to drag it back." In the end, in order to appease the xylophone, Secretary Shen also gritted his teeth and stomped his feet to open the golden mouth for the first time, and allocated 5,000 yuan from the strained commune finance for the start-up capital of the project. He said, this is your Xinghua Village, your xylophone. If you change someone else in another village, it is a dream of marrying a daughter-in-law, don't even think about it.

Secretary Shen's grace and power gave xylophone no way out. She also gritted her teeth and stomped her feet and thought, since this is the case, it is better to do it late than early. With the early horse, people have no way to retreat, and people's hearts will be settled.

After returning to the village, Xylophone convened an emergency meeting of the heads. She explained the attitude of the Commune, especially the deliberate exaggeration of the Commune's appropriation. Let the cadres understand that this project is no longer the business of Xinghua Village itself, but involves the top priority of the whole commune. No one has a way out, so they can only get on the horse and do a lot of work. The atmosphere of the meeting was very dreary, and few people interjected. Most of the time, only Xylophone is talking alone, and one person is assigning tasks in the division of labor. This meeting became the first "Yiyantang" meeting since Xylophone took power.

After the meeting, everyone dispersed silently with their own thoughts. Xylophone suddenly felt very tired and exhausted. It seems that the energy in the body is leaking out little by little, and the originally full heart is gradually drying up. Her heart is empty, there is no support, no support, no support, and even no more ** to speak.

When he returned home sullenly, Shigeru had already gone to bed. He snored in a low and even sound, one together, one light and one heavy, one urgent and one slow. The sound is rich, but the tail note is as thin as a gossamer, stable and sweet.

Xylophone didn't want to wake up Maosheng. She knew that Mao Sheng was tired enough to run around all day for endless trivial matters at home and outside the home. She sat quietly on the pestle, looking at the man with whom she had been with day and night, listening to the snoring sound like music coming from her rough nostrils, and her heart was envious. This is a feeling she has never felt in the two of them living together for more than 20 years. Thinking about it, she didn't know what she envied about men. If you talk about the tiredness of life, Maosheng is almost single-handedly struggling to clean up the fields of a family of five, and she basically can't intervene or help. Jing'er threw herself into the forest again, spending most of her time on the management of the apricot forest. Maosheng's physical expenditure is far greater than anyone in the family. In terms of worrying, there is nothing in the family's affairs, large and small, that is not handled by Maosheng himself. Including the family's lunch and dinner, and even the cleaning and cleaning in the courtyard is more done by himself, and the others do less. Tonight, Xylophone was unusually envious of him. I think he is the purest and happiest person in the world. Take care of your own small days with taste, eat comfortably, work comfortably, and sleep more comfortably. There are also times when I am tired and depressed, and the thunderous light and fire will immediately dissipate. is still eagerly running to his own little sun and moon, letting the wind and rain outside the hospital surge, and has nothing to do with himself.

Maybe what she envies is Maosheng's indisputable mentality, she thought.

At this time, there was a burst of laughter and slapstick in the west courtyard, and it was Jing'er and a few cubs chatting around. This lively atmosphere, which can only be seen when young people gather, led the xylophone out of the room. She stood at the base of the courtyard wall and listened quietly for a while. I couldn't make out what they were saying, but the atmosphere was still warm, mixed with unbridled laughter from time to time. She also wanted to mix in the west courtyard to relieve the depression in her heart. He had just moved a few steps before he stopped. She knew that neither her age nor her current status was suitable for mixing. If you go, you can only make the babies unhappy, and you will feel bored. Quietly hiding next to eavesdropping, you can feel a little bit of youth and vitality unique to young people.

Just when he was so stunned, there was a sound of the door ringing, and it was Mao Sheng's relief. Mao Sheng asked the xylophone suspiciously, why are you standing in the cold, not afraid of the wind and cold. Xylophone smiled and said, I couldn't sleep, so I came out to breathe. After Mao Sheng finished explaining, he saw that Xylophone was still standing in the cold courtyard, so he was worried that her illness would start to happen again. He said, "It's late at night, so go to sleep in the house." As he spoke, he stepped forward and grabbed her by the arm, and forcibly pulled her into the warm room.

What Xylophone feared still happened.

The suddenness and irreversible momentum of the incident greatly surprised the xylophone. The xylophone was caught in a dilemma, and was involuntarily thrown on the cusp of the storm, caught off guard and helpless,

Prior to this, the xylophone had received some sporadic warning messages.

A foreign company once said to the xylophone, I heard a little wind, as if some people are not honest and want to make scenes in the project. I can't figure out what it is. You have to pay attention to it. At that time, Xylophone also made fun of the foreign way, at a young age, he was afraid of wolves and tigers, and he could still do anything. The foreign bank replied, don't be too careless, I have to investigate and investigate for you. Because the construction period was a few days earlier than expected, the results of the investigation of the foreign bank have not come out. Xia Zhi also mentioned to Jing'er that it seems that someone is making small moves in secret, and he may have to make problems for the team, so he asked Jing'er to remind Muqin not to make trouble when the time comes, and he will have to cause extraneous branches. Jing'er didn't take it seriously. At the time of eating, he mentioned it to the xylophone lightly, and laughed at Xia Zhi for being afraid of going to the construction site to suffer hardships. Xylophone replied, I'm afraid you're afraid of hardship. And this thing passed, and no one took it to heart.

Until the night before the start of work, the sour jujube came to the xylophone house in a panic. At that time, Xylophone was not at home, but still stayed in the office of the brigade, nervously discussing the project with the village cadres. Maosheng is the only one in the family, tinkering with the household belongings for tomorrow's work. The sour jujube was idly chatting with Maosheng while waiting for the xylophone to come back. After waiting for most of the day, there was no shadow of the xylophone, so he told Mao Sheng about some information he vaguely heard that was not conducive to the start of work.

He said, "Why did I hear that someone wants to make trouble?" In the past few days, the late-born mother has been running inside and out, and she is very close to some people's homes. It is said that it is an ancestral forest route, and it seems that it does not want to be called road construction. I wanted to ask for clarification, but she kept carrying me behind my back and didn't say anything about death, for fear that I would go out for publicity.

Mao Sheng was surprised. He said, tomorrow will start the mile, who can stop it. Besides, it's a good thing to build a road. In the old society, the landlords and old fortunes regarded road construction as a matter of doing good deeds and accumulating virtues. Let's build roads for ourselves, why will anyone stop us?

The jujube can't tell what will happen tomorrow. But he can be sure that something will happen, but he doesn't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing. He instructed Mao Sheng to be sure to wake up the xylophone. I interrogated and interrogated my mother-in-law again at night. As soon as you have the faith, you will come and tell you about it. With that, he hurried back to his courtyard.

When the xylophone returned home, it was already the third watch in the middle of the night.

The meeting at night did not go well. The route that had been set was originally set, but some people raised objections. It is said that this route will be re-planned, and if not, it will affect the qi veins of the ancestral forest tombs in the whole village. At that time, Xylophone was very surprised and asked what was wrong. Mao Lin said that many people in the village are talking about it, saying that the ancestral forest in our village is a blessed land, so that more than ten generations of people in the village can live the sun and moon safely. The route that has been determined now has just turned the blessed land into a vicious land, and they are afraid that such a road will lead to disaster. Feng'er was puzzled and asked, when we don't build the road, don't we also see Tian'er walking from the tomb, why didn't we destroy the ancestral forest. If it's going to be repaired now, it will break. Zhenfu answered, it is here, the original road is narrow, there are few people and cars, and it will not cut off the gas veins. Once the road is widened, there are many people and cars, and the qi veins will be crushed. Then, he brought out the set of theories that Zhenshu talked about as they were. The people who said that they were attending the meeting suddenly became uneasy, and they exchanged their heads one by one, "buzzing" into a piece.

Xylophone was quite surprised, and said that in order to determine the route, we didn't have a meeting, so why didn't we bring it up at that time. Now the route has been determined, the plan has been made, and it has been reported to the commune, and the construction will start tomorrow. Now that I am talking about the route, it is already too late. In my opinion, it will remain unchanged as originally planned. We're not doing it with the babies, we can do whatever we want. This is a large-scale project, which must be handled according to scientific construction, and superstitious rumors must not be heard. If you want to make a big circle around the route as Uncle Zhenfu said, how much labor and financial resources will be spent. To put it mildly, isn't this taking off your pants and farting, and you're looking for trouble.

The xylophone bumped into each other with a bang, making the people present breathless. People no longer come out against it, they just smoke sullenly, and they don't answer. Zhenfu is also the boss is not interesting. He muttered, I mean, nothing, nothing. This situation made Xylophone extremely uncomfortable. I felt that something was very wrong, but I couldn't figure it out for a while.

Maosheng didn't sleep, waiting for the xylophone. When I saw her come back, I told her about the sour jujube, and asked the xylophone to be more careful and not to make anything happen. Xylophone suddenly became alert. Thinking of the changes in tonight's meeting, and thinking of the words of the foreign bank and the summer solstice, I feel that the seemingly simple question is not simple at all. If there is no wind, it will definitely not be able to turn over the waves. She wanted to talk to the jujube in detail, but in the middle of the night, she had to hold back. She thought again, what else could happen, all the things she could think of were arranged at night, and the cadres of all sizes were divided into labor, and standards and responsibility systems were formulated. Although some people disagreed with the route, they did not hear anything unexpected from them. It is not only a matter of proper arrangement, but also a major matter that affects the whole village of the commune, and it is not something that anyone wants to stop can stop. Tomorrow we will implement the plan according to the established plan and see what kind of things can be done. Thinking so, she also lay down and slept peacefully.

Early the next morning, the Xylophone family got up early. After a hurried breakfast, the xylophone rushed to the intersection of the south side of the village. According to the agreed plan, the whole project started from the ancestral forest side at the intersection of the village intersection, widened along the original roadbed, and gradually extended out of the mountain.

At that time, a bitter cold wind was blowing in the wild. The withered grass of the four fields was blown low and shaking, making a soft "rustle" sound. The faint sound of the wind passing through the jungle rose among the mountains, and suddenly it came near, and then it was far away. At this moment, the sky was iron-blue, and there were dark clouds evenly smeared over the mountains. The air was cold and damp, like rain, but it didn't necessarily fall in a moment.

The ribbon curved out of the path outside the mountain, lying quietly at the foot of the mountain. The middle of the road was trampled bare by pedestrians, revealing the true face of gray-white earth and stones. On both sides of the road, there was a thick and messy patch of dead grass with a dull gray hue. So, this mountain road is like a gray-white ribbon inlaid with dark edges, which rolls and twists under the cold wind in the mountains, and floats in the hinterland of the mountains. swaggered all the way away, and wandered away to the world beyond the mountain.

At the foot of the western hill, the trail begins with mounds of varying sizes, hidden in the half-man-tall artemisia grass. With the gusts of cold wind blowing in the mountain, it seemed to be looming. This is the ancestral forest tomb of the whole village.

It is said that the person who surveyed the cemetery was a feng shui master from the south. At that time, this gentleman was to explore the treasure land of feng shui in the north, and then used despicable means such as picking ditches and filling pits to destroy it. In order to drive the fetal qi of Zhong Lingyuxiu, which was bred by the mountains and rivers in the north, to the south. In this way, the north is not able to produce official eunuchs and celebrities, while the elite and talented people in the south have been passed down from generation to generation. At that time, in order to pursue a dragon vein, this gentleman traveled thousands of miles, trekked through mountains and rivers, and finally came to Xinghua Village. Due to fatigue and hunger, exhausted, he fainted at the entrance of the village, and was rescued by the ancestors of the Li family and taken care of at home. After he recovered, the gentleman pointed out the cemetery in order to repay the villagers for saving their lives. He once said that although this is not a good feng shui treasure land, it can also be called a blessed land. After use, it can ensure that the village can live in peace and stability for generations. There are clothes to cover the body, and there is food to eat and eat, and it is more than enough to ensure that the children of the village are endless, and they continue to multiply. No matter how turbulent the world is, it will not touch the slightest hair of the villagers. He also prophesied that in a few hundred years, a group of capable people would come to this place. There is turmoil, but it is not a bad thing. Besides, that was hundreds of years later, whatever it was. Of course, the villagers listened to Mr. 's words, and felt that as long as there was no such devastating flood as in the East China Sea, and they could live the sun and moon peacefully, without worrying about food and clothing, where could they find such a good thing. According to his instructions, they all took down this woodland.

Today, the ancestors of the whole village are all placed at the foot of this slope, and accept the sacrifices and bows of the descendants year after year. After that, the final destination of the people of Xinghua Village will also be here. Some of the older people think about this desolate and messy hillside day and night.

There were already a number of people gathered there, all armed with tools such as picks, shovels, hammers, and earthen baskets. People are sitting, squatting or standing, chatting and laughing in a relaxed manner, a calm and peaceful scene.

The arrival of the xylophone seems to have ruined the atmosphere of everyone's conversation and laughter. People have consciously restrained some unscrupulous ostentatious postures and exaggerated faces, and have become restrained and obedient. This is the temperament that mountain people are accustomed to. After all, xylophone is the official who is in charge of one side. The so-called respect for officials and inferiority to the people, a concept that has been infiltrated in the bones for thousands of years and cannot be eliminated, has long been deeply rooted. Some people took the initiative to greet the xylophone and approached to inquire about some details of the road construction. Everything seemed to be uneventful, and there was not the slightest sign of trouble.

After the incident, Xylophone realized that these people were all people who supported his idea of building roads. Moreover, they actively responded to the call of the brigade and came to the construction site early, of course, they did not show any signs before the incident. However, it is this illusion that is unconsciously revealed that makes the xylophone unprepared. To a certain extent, it caused a passive situation and an embarrassing situation for the xylophone.

About half an hour later, these people were still on the construction site that was about to start, less than a third of the original number.

At this time, the foreign bank hurriedly ran over, and the basket in his hand was filled with firecrackers. He put down the basket, pulled the xylophone aside, and said anxiously, My father has a cold and fever at night, and he can't come. Tell me to send the firecrackers first, for fear of delaying the start of work. After that, he took out a bunch of keys from his pocket, handed them to the xylophone, and said, This is the key to the warehouse containing detonators and explosives, and I will also give it to you.

Xylophone was very stunned, saying that it was fine last night, why was it cold.

The foreign bank's face was also not good-looking, he was worried, and I wondered. It doesn't look like a cold, but I'm lying in bed, and I haven't gotten up yet. Sister-in-law, I don't think it's right today.

The xylophone didn't squeak, but it was also muttering in his heart. If Zhenfu was an accountant and shared the key to the warehouse on the site with Maoqing, he should have come earlier. However, Zhenfu was inexplicably sick, and Maoqing has not seen a shadow until now. Mao Lin asked for leave when the meeting ended last night, saying that he was going to take Xue'e to the commune hospital to see a doctor. Of course, xylophones have to be granted leave. She also asked with concern, what kind of illness Xue'e had, why haven't you heard about it. Maolin squeaked for a long time, and didn't say what kind of illness it was, but said that he would come back after a look, and he wouldn't delay the project. Now that I think about it, I'm afraid it all happened for a reason. Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence? Several of the main figures could not get to the project site in time, which had to be difficult to think about. What's more, the number of people who go to work is pitiful, less than a third of them come, and what about those people.

In a hurry, Feng'er trotted to the xylophone. She pulled the xylophone aside and said that someone was encouraging some people in the village not to come to work. He also preached that if he did not change the route, he would resolutely not call for the start of construction.

Xylophone was surprised, and it also verified the surprise of the foreign bank just now. She knew that someone was really behind the scenes. Through the words spoken by Zhenfu last night, you can understand who it is. Moreover, among these people at the scene, there are few people surnamed Li, which verifies this even more. Muqin understood that he was facing a real crisis, and it was the first time in more than ten years since he came to Xinghua Village that he had a face-to-face confrontation with the villagers. All the cover has been torn apart. This is a bare-ground confrontation, it is difficult to determine whether to win or lose, and it is difficult to predict victory or defeat. There are only two ways in front of him: one is to comply with the unreasonable demands of those people, suspend the projects that have not yet been started, and re-plan and design, and suffer huge losses. On the one hand, the prestige that he has just built up will be seriously frustrated. If this continues, not only will one's own position be threatened, but I am afraid that in the future, there will really be a situation in which orders cannot be issued and prohibitions are not stopped. At that time, what kind of chaotic situation Xinghua Village will face, Xylophone dare not imagine. On the other hand, the brigade will suffer heavy losses as a result. If the project is arbitrarily circled and the amount of existing projects is increased, the best hundreds of acres of fertile land in the whole village in the river below will be occupied. This loss is immeasurable, and it is irreversible. The other way is to resolutely follow the original plan. This kind of practice against the will of the villagers is also extremely dangerous. Just imagine, the villagers attach as much importance to Zulin as they do to their own lives. I'd rather sleep in the wilderness by myself than dare to use a shovel of soil in the ancestral forest. If the xylophone insists on going its own way, it will inevitably be opposed by more villagers. Not only will the road construction plan fall through, but I am afraid it will also lead to even greater riots.

Xylophone weighed and weighed it over and over again in his heart. The people behind her also seemed to know what was going on, and they were all staring at her. It was a moment that made the xylophone almost suffocating. The originally lively intersection suddenly quieted down, so quiet that it was frighteningly quiet, and it was so quiet that it made people's hearts flutter. The time for a full meal made the xylophone feel the cruelty and ruthlessness of time. You want time to pass more slowly, so that you have more time to analyze and make decisions. Time is slipping away at a faster pace, or even faster than ever.

The xylophone kept pacing back and forth. When she walked up to Mao Sheng, she unexpectedly took the dry tobacco pouch in his hand, stuffed it into her mouth without thinking, and took a hard sip. Immediately, she choked on the spicy dry smoke and coughed violently, her face was purple, and tears splashed her eyes. She crouched on the ground, clutching her stomach and vomiting hard, but nothing came out. Mao Sheng was stunned, and he didn't know what to do with his hands. Everyone also looked at the xylophone in surprise, with a sympathetic and confused look in their eyes.

Feng'er stepped forward and snatched the cigarette pouch and said, sister-in-law, what are you doing, how can you spoil yourself. No matter how those people find fault with the scene, let's do it and see what they can do.

The xylophone has stopped nausea and vomiting. She squatted for a long time, finally stood up, and said to a few young people such as the foreign bank, light the firecrackers, and let's start work. Or according to the original design of the construction, what kind of mess, I bear it alone, without you at all.

The foreign bank replied loudly, okay, let's start work with a whip and see who dares to stop it.

After that, the foreign company took a few young people, took out all the ten firecrackers in the basket, and hung them in a long row on the branches of the trees on the side of the road. Feng'er asked the people around her for a kerosene lighter, handed it to the xylophone, and said, sister-in-law, you will order this whip first, let's all follow it, and see if it rings.

Xylophone took the lighter and lit the first firecracker tremblingly. With a dull whip sound, other whips immediately followed. Suddenly, there was a dull sound of firecrackers at the intersection of the south side of the village. Puffs of smoke rose in the cold, damp air, with a strong smell of gray nitrate. Wandering through the village, to the cold and restless four fields, all the way to the empty distance, faintly dissipating in a far-reaching and slim place.

The xylophone waved his arms vigorously and shouted loudly to the people around him that the road repair project in Xinghua Village was officially constructed. The big guys should hurry up according to the division of labor, time waits for no one.

As a result, there was a fierce collision between the pickaxe and the mountain rock at the intersection of the south of the village, which was extremely harsh and shocking in the humid air.

Approaching noon, the commune's small commune messenger hurried over on a broken bicycle and informed Xylophone to rush to the commune for a meeting. Xylophone asked what it was. The correspondent said that it could be a meeting on the construction of farmland water conservancy in winter.

Xylophone did not dare to slack off. She put down the shovel and explained to Feng'er about the things on the construction site. Tell her to hold it first, and Maolin will be able to come back after a while. The two of them were in charge of the afternoon's work. The xylophone slapped the dust on his body a few times, and then rushed to the commune without stopping.

Because of the proximity to home, at noon, the workers returned to their homes for lunch. Only a few young cubs from Jing'er and Yangxing were left to take care of the construction site.

At this time, the sky was still overcast. The moisture in the air became thicker and wetter, as if it were about to drip droplets. The cold wind was still blowing, and the slightest cold air poured into the sleeves and collar of the trouser legs. Jing'er hid in a low-lying place on the side of the road, raised a fire on the ground, held their hands in their arms, and shrunk their necks, as if they were avoiding the wind chill that invaded from all directions. While they were baking the fire, they were talking about the unfavorable situation of starting work today.

Jing'er said that she didn't know if this road could be built. Look at today's posture, it must be enough.

Zhu'er complained, Xia Zhi had already seen that the matter was not good, and asked you to tell the eldest mother. You also make fun of him for being timid and tired. No, it's really going to happen.

Jing'er replied that he didn't come today. said that he was timid and tired, and he was wronged? Not only him, but even the official seal hid at home and didn't dare to face it.

Foreign lines said angrily, their Lao Tzu didn't come, can they dare to come. He also said, why can't we fix it, aren't we repairing?

Zhu'er carefully blocked his way, although he was repairing, just these few hairy people, a few pickaxes, when will they be able to finish repairing.

The foreign bank lowered his eyelids and did not say a word.

The people have not spoken. He roasted in circles around the fire, adding damp twigs to the fire from time to time. The smoke billowed around, and the few people sitting around coughed.

The foreign bank was distraught and said, please be calm. Wouldn't it be okay to let the fire burn slowly, the more you make it, the less you like to get angry.

The people no longer poked the drums and fires, but they could not sit still, so they walked by the roadside. Seeing Maolin and Xue'e walking together from a distance, the people rushed to meet them as if they had met a savior. He said excitedly, Brother Maolin, sister-in-law, you two can go back. Hurry up and help the sister-in-law of the xylophone to think of a way, how can it go on like this.

Mao Lin glanced at the construction site where the pickaxe cart was lying in the middle of the place, and asked, What's the matter, isn't it already started?

The people recounted the morning's events. At this time, a few more cubs gathered around and helped the people to tell the story in more detail. Only the foreign company still squatted by the fire and did not move.

Mao Lin pretended to be surprised and said, what is this? I met a xylophone on the road, and she didn't say anything, just asked me to lead people to continue working in the afternoon. When I got home and had dinner, I immediately came over to see who dared to stop the project. After that, he dragged Xue'e to rush home.

A few cubs returned to the fire. Just listen to the foreign way, what's the use of telling him. If he really wants to help his sister-in-law Xylophone, why do he have to go to see a doctor on the first day of work today. I'm afraid he is also playing his own little calculations in his heart.

The words of the foreign company. Let a few cubs who are not deeply involved in the world suddenly realize. They all felt that the words of the foreign company were reasonable, and whether Maolin was also on the side of the opponents, and started a dog-eat-dog argument about it.

The people said, not only Maolin, but also a few of your old Li families, and everyone else is against building roads.

The foreign bank sneered, your father didn't come either, is he also against building roads?

The people defended, no, my father has always been in favor of building roads, and he has repeatedly encouraged my sister-in-law, why would he oppose it.

The foreign bank stretched and said, "Why don't you see his shadow?"

The people's faces turned red suddenly. He stopped talking, but turned and trotted towards the village. When he ran into his yard out of breath, he saw his sister-in-law Feng'er discussing something with her father.

When the people entered the door, they asked Sour Xingdao, Dad, why didn't you go to work. Someone in the village is talking about you.

Sour Xing ignored the people, and didn't even lift her eyelids. He was still discussing engineering matters with Feng'er.

When the mother saw that the people had returned, she dragged him into the pot house and urged him to hurry up and eat, saying, "Be hungry." The people said that the villagers didn't go to the construction site, and my father didn't go either, and my sister-in-law and Xylophone sister-in-law were in a hurry and couldn't do anything, weren't they demolishing their own platform.

The sour apricot woman replied, don't you dare to talk about your father like this. He originally wanted to go, but when he saw that some people in the village were encouraging the villagers not to go to work, he would do the work of several families. I just came back, and I haven't eaten yet.

The people were surprised, and said, "Daddy can still do anyone's work now, and who else is willing to listen to Daddy."

The sour apricot woman said, I don't know, I want to do the work of our people. These people are still willing to listen to your father.

The people have a bottom in their hearts. He finished his meal in a big gulp, put down his rice bowl and ran to the construction site. He didn't want to meet his father. For a long time, Sour Apricot's temper became more and more fierce and eccentric. Regardless of whether the people are well-intentioned or crooked, they will be beaten by him coldly. When I saw the people, Sour Apricot never had a good face.

No one expected that such a farce would be staged on the construction site in the afternoon.

After lunch, the villagers all returned to the construction site one after another. There are significantly more people coming to the construction site in the afternoon than in the morning. Including most of the family surnamed He, part of the family surnamed Song and a small part of the family surnamed Li, together, they also account for about half of the labor force of the whole village.

At this time, Sour Apricot also came with a shovel. His arrival caused a commotion in the crowd. Some people muttered something in a whisper, as if the arrival of the sour apricot was very unexpected to them. However, there is still no shadow of Maolin. This took Jing'er by surprise.

Feng'er said hello to Sour Apricot and said, Daddy is here. Sour Xing nodded and replied, come on, come on. After that, he found a secluded place and squatted down, waiting for the start of work.

Because Maolin and Zhenfu were not present, the whistle for the start of work was temporarily blown by Feng'er. As soon as the whistle sounded, the villagers immediately threw themselves into labor. The sound of pickaxes and shouts suddenly sounded on the construction site, and the scene immediately became lively.

Less than a meal had been done before a crowd of people poured out of the village. Walking in front were Zhenshu and Four Seasons, followed by dozens of men, women and children. Some people are still carrying baskets and tables. The group came to the entrance of the village, went straight through the construction site, and entered the ancestral forest next to it. They began to set up tables, set up offerings, and light incendiary paper, as if no one was around. Immediately, wisps of green smoke rose from the grave field, wafting in the damp and solemn air, and wisps of them wandered among the messy and desolate mounds of graves.

At this time, a woman straightened her voice and howled, and said while counting, it was a sour jujube mother-in-law. Her voice was loud, her howl was loud, and the sound of her words clearly penetrated into the ears of those present. She said, poor old ancestor, open your big eyes in the underworld and look at it, who is going to dig your lifeline and pick your life. Your descendants have all become white-eyed wolves, and if you don't want to make your old man quiet, you just want to disturb the peace of the whole village. These thieves who eat heavenly knives have to ask God to thunder and burn the sky, so as to keep the villagers safe and sound.

As soon as her voice fell, it immediately attracted a shout and scolding, saying that whoever dares to touch a shovel of soil around the ancestral forest, let's fight with him. We died for the whole village, for the collective good. **It's all about miles, so dead, it's heavier than Mount Tai.

The people on the construction site stopped what they were doing, and they all stared in a daze, as if watching a drama falling from the sky. The words of the sour jujube lady hit the hearts of the villagers hard, making them not know what to do. Most of the villagers know a little about the serious conflict between the road construction and Zulin. I can't say the specifics, but one thing is very clear, that is, if this route is not changed, it will destroy the ancestral forest feng shui, and it will bring unimaginable disasters to the villagers and their descendants. Most of the people who came to the construction in the morning did not believe such nonsense, so they came without hesitation. Most of the people who arrived in the afternoon were centrists who waited and watched. Seeing that the work had started in the morning, no one dared to do anything, coupled with the persuasion of Sour Apricot in the morning, he came with the crowd. Seeing the current situation, coupled with the sound of cursing and scolding coming from the ancestral forest, I felt ashamed in my heart. One by one, they all stopped, and they had the intention of regretting retreating.

At such a stunned hour, Jin Lian also came to the edge of the ancestral forest. She was dressed neatly, combed her oily head, and held a snow-white towel in her hand, and swaggered into the ancestral forest. She said to her father-in-law Zhenshu, we have to kowtow to the ancestors to make amends, don't let the ancestors blame.

Zhenshu immediately understood what Jin Lian meant. He beckoned the crowd to exit the ancestral forest, came to the construction site at the bottom of the slope, and took the lead in kneeling and kowtowing. The group also knelt on the construction site with him, kowtowing and kowtowing, as if the construction site that had just been spread out had become a big worship dojo.

The people on the construction site were all looking at Feng'er. Because she is the person in charge of the construction site. She didn't speak, and no one left to work.

Feng'er watched the actions of the Zhenshu people coldly. Seeing that they had completely torn off their faces and put on a rogue appearance, their anger was also aroused. She shouted loudly, keep working, what is there to do with me, the sky can't fall. With that, she picked up her pickaxe and beside the kneeling man. The splatters of stone fell on the kneeling man.

Jing'er and a few cubs followed, ** in the kneeling crowd. They deliberately rounded their pickaxes, splashing more rocks and dirt and dirt, all of which fell on the heads and faces of the kneeling people.

The crowd immediately erupted. Some people will scold, and some people will step forward to snatch the shovel and pickaxe. The sour jujube lady also ran to Feng'er, pointed at Feng'er's nose with her fingertips, and scolded her for not knowing what to do and not being well-intentioned. By this time, the crowd was already in chaos. Jing'er and a few cubs of Yangxing were pushing and fighting with people, and they had the meaning of fists and feet. I saw that a scuffle was about to happen.

Feng'er was really anxious. She stretched out her hand and slapped her aunt's finger open, and said, you go back as soon as possible, there is nothing to do with you here. If you want to mess around like this again, you will be the one who will be embarrassed.

The sour jujube mother-in-law didn't expect that Feng'er, who was her nephew and daughter-in-law, would call herself unable to get off the stage in front of so many people. She lay down on the ground, rolling and crying, amazing, my niece and daughter-in-law dare to beat my aunt, what kind of world is this. I don't have the face to live, so let her beat me to death. After screaming, she crawled to Feng'er again, grabbed one of Feng'er's feet and neck, and held on to it. Her splattery and screams intensified the clash between the two sides on the construction site, who were staring and clenching their fists. There were finally scenes of scolding, tearing, and scuffling on the construction site, and the worship dojo turned into a battlefield of group beatings.

First, a few cubs fought with the worshippers, and the others stood from a distance to watch the excitement. As soon as they saw their babies fighting with others, and they were still few and weak, outnumbered, and they were going to suffer, of course they would not stand idly by. So, whether it was his mother or his relatives, they all rolled up their arms and sleeves and went into battle together, joining a confused group fight. The construction site immediately became a pot of porridge, and it was impossible to distinguish who was in the same group as whom. Everywhere there was the sound of shouting and roaring.

The foreign bank thought it was red-eyed. He rounded the handle and walked around the crowd. Frightened, while the two factions were busy with their opponents, they had to pay attention at all times, and not ask the shovel of the foreign bank to greet them. As a result, wherever the shovel of the foreign company turns, a large empty field will flash. The reach of the shovel handle kept moving, and the crowd of people tearing and shouting moved from time to time to dodge, moving from east to west, and from south to north. On a whim, the foreign bank rushed to the ancestral forest and overturned the offering table. The makeshift offerings fell to the ground, and the soup and water were spilled all over the ground. Jing'er and the people have taken real action when they see the foreign, so they will naturally not slack off. The two of them took out the accomplice posture of going to the county seat to teach Yao Jinfang a lesson, followed closely behind, lifted the overturned table, and threw it against the mountain rocks, smashing the dining table of Zhenshu's family in all directions. Only one leg was still attached to the broken tabletop, but it was also crooked and half-crippled.

No one noticed when the sour apricot stood on the high ridge between the ancestral forest and the construction site. didn't pay attention to it, he was holding the whistle that was originally Feng'er in his hand. He took the whistle into his mouth, blew it a few times, and shouted angrily, "It's enough, I want your dog's face and dog's cheek." Even the babies who eat are a hundred times stronger than you.

People heard the rapid whistle and the long-lost shouting, and they all stopped unconsciously. At this time, the sour apricot's face was purple and black, and her two red eyes seemed to be about to pop out, and she looked like she wanted to eat human flesh and drink human blood.

Seeing that the scene was temporarily quiet, Sour Apricot immediately followed the road, how many people have been on a blind date for hundreds of years, and only then did they have today's village and villagers, young and old. If you don't get along with each other, you will move the pickaxe. The old ancestor was on the ground in front of us, looking hand in hand and face to face, I don't know if I blushed with shame. Originally, I didn't have to talk about this matter today. But God's eyes are not blind, everyone on the road is stepping on it, and they don't care about it. You think about it, and you only say that the road construction has cut off the qi veins, and who will see what the qi veins look like. Originally, we have been walking this road, and the car has been trampled for hundreds of years, but why haven't we broken the gas veins and run over our children and grandchildren. Nowadays, if you want to build a road to money, you will send the whole village to a dead end, which is just nonsense, and you will coax ghosts in the blue sky and daylight. Besides, if you really want to turn this route to the Nanda River, everyone will open their eyes and see how much good fertile land they have to occupy, which is hundreds of acres of fertile land to ensure harvest in drought and flood. The whole village can eat enough every year, if it weren't for this little field, I'm afraid I would have drunk the northwest wind a long time ago. If you really want to destroy it, it will be equivalent to ruining the lifeblood of our village. The big guys all patted their chests and asked themselves, whether the ancestors who died in the barren slope were important, or the lives of the living descendants.

Many people lowered their heads and said nothing. After all, sour apricots have decades of prestige among the villagers, and the so-called tiger is majestic. In the minds of the villagers, Sour Apricot is still a bloody man and a well-known character. Therefore, the appearance of sour apricots had to be carefully pondered by the villagers in private.

The sour jujube mother-in-law who was sitting on the ground couldn't see her brother and sister-in-law public, and when she saw the sour apricot coming out to stir up the situation, she was angry with the dantian. She slapped her face, scolded Sang Huai, and said, who didn't tuck the waist of his pants well, and there was a nosy person again. I don't know where to hide it when I should have been in charge earlier. When it wasn't his turn, he came out again. It's smelling something, and I want to get flowers and grass.

This sentence is so damaging that some honest people don't dare to put it in their ears. The sour apricot's face changed color with a "whoosh". He glared at the red eyes again, and shouted sharply, Second brother, don't you hurry up and get your mother-in-law into the house, are you still embarrassed here. If she doesn't leave, I'll call someone to teach her a lesson.

The mother-in-law was just about to say something more, but the sour jujube stepped forward with an arrow, aimed at the mother-in-law's mouth, and slapped it hard, and slapped the words that had not yet been said back into the stomach. After fighting, the sour jujube didn't speak, let alone wait for the mother-in-law to react, like carrying a sack on weekdays, he picked up the mother-in-law and carried it on his shoulder. No matter how the mother-in-law struggled and scolded, he ignored it and carried it back to the village in a big stride.

As soon as the sour date lady left, the construction site was completely quiet. People have seen today's drama, and it is not as simple as they imagined. Sour Xing's words are reasonable, and most people agree with it. Who would be stupid enough to continue to make trouble and ask people to carry them into the village like sacks. Moreover, in today's posture, several little cubs are eager to try, and some adults are also nervously watching the safety of their babies. Whoever wants to come out again, I'm afraid nothing good will be left behind. As a result, the people who came to make trouble did not wait for others to greet them, and they scattered one by one without face and facelessness. Zhenshu's family picked up the broken tables and bowls on the ground in a disgraced manner, and left silently. Sora left behind a place of jokes and talking handles.

At this time, the air was cloudy all day, and a drizzle began to fall. The rain was like a light cow's hair, silently scattered from the cold air, into the slopes of the mountain ring that were also cold and humid, and into the slightly thin clothes of the people. People are back to work. There is no noise and excitement at the beginning, only the sound of hammers and stone grinding and colliding everywhere. Gradually, the rain carried flakes of snowflakes and fell from the gray clouds. As soon as it touches the placket, it turns into tiny droplets of water, which immediately dips in and disappears, leaving only a small puddle of dark water. After a while, there was no rain, only large snowflakes were left fluttering. When it falls on the ground of the placket, it no longer dissolves, but slowly accumulates, covers, and piles up. As a result, the gray color gradually appeared on the top of people's heads and clothes, and as their bodies moved, they peeled off a layer in a sloppiness. After a while, a new layer of gray-white will slowly adhere to it.

In the distance, the mountains were hidden behind the snowflake-covered curtains, and the foot of the hill was covered with a layer of white snow that became clearer and clearer. It is like an old man with a lot of vicissitudes of life, standing in the white sky, quietly waiting for the long winter to come resolutely and slowly.

The first snow after the beginning of winter in 1983 fell in such a scene.

It's already dark. Mao Sheng had also prepared dinner and put it in a pot to warm it. He and Jing'er waited for the xylophone to come back for dinner.

On the construction site in the afternoon, Maosheng, who is usually honest and honest, involuntarily joined this sudden scuffle. Of course, he didn't fight like the others, but when he saw that Jing'er was in danger of being beaten, he stepped forward and wandered around Jing'er like an old hen guarding the chickens. is obviously a persuasion, but in fact, he protects Jing'er from being beaten. This is especially the case, and his hands and feet were inadvertently hit with a few punches and kicks that did not look long. The placket of his clothes was also torn by the rounded shovel of the foreign company. The placket of the drooping shirt fanned down on the chest like a small flag.

When he got home, he was busy cooking, and he sat by the stove and clumsily mended his clothes. He had to sew up the torn clothes as soon as possible before the xylophone went home. If you let the xylophone see it, you will definitely be blamed. Xylophone is the most unsightly scoundrel who fights and scolds. Her temperament, Mao Sheng is the most familiar.

Although Maosheng is by his side to take care of him, because he is too reckless and can go crazy, Jing'er also has a few scars on his body. In some places, bruises appeared. Fortunately, this fight was not an impulsive act of his own, but to protect the overall situation and protect the public interest from being violated. Therefore, the reason for the fight is sufficient and can stand, Jing'er is not afraid of what the xylophone says. Moreover, the bruises on his body were all on the shoulders and back. If you don't take off your clothes, no one will find out. Xylophone will never force himself to strip naked for inspection. Therefore, Jing'er is not worried about herself, but worries about her father. He urged his father vigorously to quickly sew and mend the front of his shirt.

It was completely dark, and there was still no xylophone in sight. Maosheng couldn't sit still. He asked Jing'er to go to the road to greet him, saying that the snow was slippery, so there should be no accidents. Jing'er had just gone out, and happened to meet people who came to sleep and foreign companies who were playing. And they went on the road together.

The people are also like Jing'er, with scars on several places on their bodies. There was also a blood mark on his face, which was not obvious, but it also aroused suspicion. On the contrary, it was a foreign company, with the craziest actions and the loudest reputation for fighting, but his body was safe and sound, and he did not touch a single hair. As they walked and asked each other, the foreign company became proud and laughed at them for not being able to fight. The people's qi said, yes, you pick the shovel round, no matter whether the good people or the bad people greet them together, who can get close. Jing'er also said, you have torn my father's clothes, and you have to pay for it. The foreign bank grinned and said, Brother Four Seasons was beaten by me and ran all over the ground. Aunt Sour Jujube was going to hug Feng'er's sister-in-law and not let go, so she asked me to hold the shovel for a while, and I was so frightened that I didn't dare to move with my head in my hands. The crowd burst into laughter.

Jing'er said, I don't know what to look at us on the summer solstice. If he beats his father, he will definitely hold a grudge.

The people replied, no, this fight is not against anyone. Whoever stands on the stall is unlucky. Besides, the summer solstice and the official seal didn't show up today, so I think it was because the adults were banned. Go back and tell them what happened on the construction site, I don't think you will blame us.

The foreign bank pouted and said, what can you do if you blame it. My dad didn't want to ask me to go to the construction site yet, but he didn't dare to say it. Shouldn't I also go to work and fight like this?

At this time, there are still snowflakes in the sky. Compared to the evening, it was much smaller and much more fragmented. The dry grass on the side of the ditch by the road was covered with a thin layer of white snow, but there was no road surface. The snowflakes fell and were immediately semi-melted by the wet pavement, and a layer of translucent snow accumulated on the ground. Walking on it, unusually slippery. If you're not careful, you'll slip and fall to the ground and roll in sewage.

The servant walked cautiously as he spoke. After passing the construction site, I walked a short distance before I saw the xylophone walking with a shallow foot and a slippery foot. Behind her, there was Ye Er who was carrying a backpack and a basket.

Xylophone walked in front with Ye'er's flashlight, Ye'er carried the basket in one hand and Xylophone's arm in the other, close to her. In the afterglow of the flashlight, it was obvious that the xylophone was covered with snow and water, and there were sludge and dead grass blades sticking to the placket. I think the xylophone fell more than one heel on the road.

Seeing Jing'er and the others from afar, Xylophone shouted anxiously, saying that you should come over quickly and help Ye'er get things.

The servants hurried over in a few steps. The foreign company went to support the xylophone. Seeing this, the people hesitated for a moment, and immediately went to support the other arm of the xylophone. Jing'er lagged behind, and when she arrived, Xylophone was already standing beside the foreign company and the people on the left and right, and she couldn't intervene by herself. Muqin gasped and said, quickly help Ye'er get something, this way can exhaust her. Jing'er was a little overwhelmed. It's not to stretch out your hand, and it's not even if you don't reach out, he was stunned for a moment. Ye Er hurriedly said, no, I'll be home. The foreign bank squeezed his eyebrows and said to Jing'er, why don't you hurry up, you want Ye'er to have a few big heels. Jing'er's face flushed. Fortunately, the light of the flashlight was only aimed at the road ahead, and no one else noticed. Jing'er took the basket in Ye'er's hand silently, and also took the big backpack on her shoulder. Ye Er replied, no, I can carry it. The people said, "If you fall down, who will hurt you?" Ye Er didn't insist anymore, handed the backpack to Jing'er, and followed behind the xylophone slippery. Jing'er carried a bag and a basket, and she couldn't walk fast, so she had to follow behind Ye'er.

The people turned their heads and asked Ye'er, why did you come back so late, it was a snowy day.

Ye'er didn't squeak. Xylophone continued, I met at the entrance of the hospital after the meeting. Ye'er saw that I was on the road alone, it was rain and snow, and she was afraid that it would not be safe, so she asked for leave to accompany me back.

The foreign bank is ill-intentioned, or Ye'er will feel sorry for people. I'd rather suffer myself than let my sister-in-law suffer.

Of course, Muqin knew what the foreign company meant, so he laughed and scolded him for being a ghost.

Xylophone asked what was going on on the construction site. The foreign bank quickly picked up, and there were many more people working in the afternoon than in the morning, and it was much more lively, and everything went smoothly.

When Jing'er and the people saw that the foreign bank said this, they didn't open their mouths, but only secretly enjoyed themselves in their hearts.

When he walked to the construction site, he also took a flashlight to shine around, and saw that although the progress of the project did not reach the level he expected, he thought that the number of workers was too small, but after all, it had been rolled out.

When they arrived in the village, the people turned back to Jing'er and said, you can send Ye'er back directly. I'm not going home, I'm going to go to bed when you come back. After that, he took the flashlight in the hand of the xylophone and handed it to Ye'er, and then he and the foreign company helped the xylophone towards the courtyard.

At this time, Mao Sheng had already sewed up his clothes and was standing at the gate waiting anxiously. Seeing that the servants were coming, he hurriedly opened the door and said, why don't you go back sooner, the sky is dark, and the road is so slippery.

Xylophone explained that the meeting was late, and went to the hall to change his clothes. When I entered the pot house, Jing'er had already returned. While chatting with foreign companies and the people, he was in a hurry to eat dinner. Xylophone also sat down to eat with Maosheng. Just halfway through eating, Feng'er arched in. The first thing I said when I saw the xylophone was, sister-in-law, you can go back. Jing'er immediately put down the dishes and chopsticks, said that she was full, and hurried back to the west courtyard with the foreign bank and the people.

Without waiting for the xylophone to finish eating, Feng'er told the story of the construction site in the afternoon, saying, if it wasn't for my father to scare him, I don't know how big a mess it would be.

Xylophone didn't speak for a long time. She had been mentally prepared. The peace and quiet on the construction site in the morning is temporary, and it will not be so peaceful. What she didn't expect was that something would happen so soon, and it would be real, which was much more than she expected. A wave of indignation rushed to the door of Xylophone's head. Her indignation came not only from the disturbances and fights on the construction site, but also from the nonsense of Zhenshu Jinlian and others, but also from Zhenfu's pretending to be sick and Maolin's tricks, as well as the affairs of the cadres of large and small villages who had nothing to do with themselves. At the critical moment, only Feng'er, who was still immature, was allowed to charge in front as cannon fodder, or Sour Xing, who had already stepped down, came out to clean up the mess, but they hid behind and watched the excitement. This is called xylophone can't bear it anymore.

Mu Qin said, you go to the next notice, and tell all the cadres to go to the brigade office for an emergency meeting. Regardless of whether they are sick or sick, they are not allowed to ask for leave and be absent. If there is someone who can't get out of bed, let's go to his bedside, as long as he likes.

Feng'er went out of the house with a gust of wind and gave a notice.

The meeting at night was completely swayed by the xylophone's almost out-of-control indignation.

The right to speak in the meeting belongs only to the xylophone, and the others only have to listen. The entire office has been echoing with the angry voice of xylophones. Reprimanded for a while, analyzed for a while, reprimanded for a while, and endlessly. Maolin Zhenfu and the village officials, large and small, all closed their mouths, inhaling the strong dry tobacco pouches vigorously, and did not dare to say a word. They had never seen such a big anger in the xylophone, with horizontal eyebrows, round eyes, gloomy face, and bulging muscles on the face. In the dim light of the kerosene lamp on the table, the xylophone pointed and pointed his feet, and his figure flickered and dimmed, like a judge of ghosts in the underworld.

Xylophone wanted to put on such a posture, in addition to wanting to give these slippery heads a little color and deter their arrogance, more importantly, she expected that it would lead to a deeper crisis. Imagine that the project has just begun, and it has triggered such a serious conflict. With the further expansion of the project, there will definitely be bigger and deeper contradictions. Under such circumstances, there has been a split and infighting within the village leadership like a cane, which will inevitably bring encouragement and support to the opposing side. If this continues, the premature death of the project will only be a matter of time. What is the disaster of Xiao Wall, what is the fire in the backyard, this scene is being staged in Xinghua Village now.

The meeting lasted until late at night, and the xylophone's voice was hoarse, and it seemed like fireworks were about to burst out of its throat. In the end, under the direct proposal of Xylophone, the meeting formed a four-point resolution: First, the village cadres must correct their thinking and put themselves in a correct position. If this continued, the brigade would ask the Commune to remove him from his present post and give it to those who were motivated and in the prime of life. Second, it is necessary to readjust the division of labor, formulate a strict responsibility system, and assign specific project authority and contracting tasks. If it can't be completed, abdicate as soon as possible to make way for Xian. Third, we must resolutely crack down on those who continue to make trouble, and we will never back down and be soft-hearted. If anyone still wants to stir up trouble and obstruct the progress of the project, they should report it directly to the commune and let the public security personnel deal with it. Fourth, the labor of the workers should be recorded as voluntary work. Those who do not want to participate in the project labor are notified that if they do not take the initiative to participate within three days, all public activities organized by the brigade will be cancelled, including the management of apricot groves and the sale of apricot fruits. At the end of the year, they have to use their own money to buy volunteer work, which can be regarded as a necessary compensation for the official activities organized by the brigade.

When the meeting was dismissed, the cadres were already dizzy by the xylophone noise, and if they dared to disagree, they unanimously passed the four-point resolution. A fine layer of sweat broke out on Maolin and Zhenfu's foreheads. After the people dispersed, they sat alone with the xylophone for a while, made a self-examination of the xylophone, and expressed their determination to resolutely carry out the project to the end.

Xylophone finally breathed a sigh of relief. As long as the two of them stand firmly, no matter how much Zhenshu and the others make a fuss, they won't be able to make a fuss.

The meeting had a clear effect. When I went to work the next day, there were more people working one after another. Within two days, except for Zhenshu and Jin Lian, who did not participate, all the laborers in the village appeared on the construction site. Zhenshu didn't show up for the time being because he couldn't pull off his face for a while. Jin Lian never planned to participate in labor. Even if she uses money to buy volunteer work, she doesn't have to worry about it. Quartet has a salary, and she doesn't care at all. It wasn't until a few days later that Zhenshu took his family to the construction site in shame. He didn't have the money to buy a volunteer job easily. It's better to rely on your own strength to earn volunteer work, and it's more stable and stable.

On the surface, Xinghua Village seems to have returned to its original state of peace and tranquility. People and cars come and go on the construction site, full of enthusiasm and enthusiasm. There is a great deal of enthusiasm for road construction. With the whistle sounding at the end of work, leaving early and returning late, there are very few people who steal and play tricks on foreign workers. The progress of the project is also accelerating. In just a few days, the spacious road surface of two or three miles long has begun to take shape.

Secretary Shen brought the cadres of the commune and the management area to come once, and expressed his full affirmation and praise for the progress of the winter project in Xinghua Village and the enthusiasm of the villagers. Secretary Shen also said that an on-site meeting should be held in Xinghua Village, and the village officials outside the mountain should come to learn how the Xinghua Village was organized and how the people of Xinghua Village did it. Xinghua Village, a small village, can undertake such a big project, how dare it open up such a big scene without superhuman courage and determination. Like those big villages outside the mountains, there are many people and a lot of money, but they are all famous for their sharp heads. If he makes a basin of water, he will shout to drink and drink all over the place, lest the whole world know that he is digging a puddle in front of his house and building a small dam. is still shy to see that Tian'er ran to the commune to ask for here and there, and he was not afraid to be ashamed and turned his gavel upside down. The miscellaneous meal was counted, which made the officials of all sizes dare not breathe and are silent. Secretary Shen also instructed the xylophone to work harder to complete half of the project this winter and complete it before the Spring Festival next year. forced the xylophone to stomp his feet and complain, saying that the whole village could go to the construction site, and with these people's hands, where could it be done. Secretary Shen immediately criticized the xylophone, saying that her determination and vigor were not as good as the villagers' people's congress, and if the project could not be completed by then, it would be the xylophone's own problem, and the commune would hold her responsible.

Secretary Shen was so radical, and he was forced by the county magistrate Du of the county government. Since the start of the county's winter farmland capital construction activities, Beishan Commune has always lagged behind others. Not to mention the scale progress, there is not even a heavy project that has been taken out, and it has been named several times by County Magistrate Du. County Magistrate Du also threw a broken dirty quilt into Secretary Shen's broken jeep, saying that if you have difficulties, I will go to your place to squat. Let's build a shack on the construction site first. When I'm done with my work, I'll go to sleep. I can still use a pickaxe to propel the car. Secretary Shen blushed and had a thick neck, and he slammed at County Magistrate Du. However, the commune-wide winter works have not improved. Secretary Shen bet all the treasure on the Xinghua Village project and on the xylophone. With such a big project, it is good to brag about it, and it is good to block the hurtful mouth of County Magistrate Du.

In fact, Xylophone understands it very well. Don't look at the calm now, people are active and willing to work, and the project is progressing smoothly. In fact, the hidden internal crisis has not been completely resolved, and there is even a tendency to further deepen it.

The enthusiasm of the villagers is entirely due to the temporary unity of the village cadres.

It was more than half a year ago that people fell in love with other children. At the beginning, when the child saw the sky, he looked forward to the mother-in-law going to the mountains to find her mother-in-law's family. The osmanthus has been held a few times, and the sour jujube lady is also full of promises, but there is no movement. It's been a long time, and I'm in a hurry when I wait. She was embarrassed to mention it to Osmanthus, and she was depressed when she saw Tian'er. Until one day, I went to the stream west of the village to wash clothes. As he was washing, he saw a snake swimming on the surface of the river, rushing towards the place where he was sitting along the turbulent current. Thinking that this earth snake was going to swim from the west bank of the river to the east bank, as soon as it got out of the water, it was swept away by the rapids and lost its ability, so it had to struggle to run diagonally along the head of the river to the east bank. When I waited for the time, I was stupid, I wanted to get up and dodge, and my legs were so weak that I couldn't take a step, just screaming vigorously. The people just came out of the apricot grove by the river. Hearing the shouting of no one else, he knew that something was urgent, so he rushed over with a few arrows. The earth snake had already swam to the side of the waiter, blocked by the dirty clothes placed by the river, and was writhing its ugly body dizzily, probing the head of the snake with the core of the spitting core, and looking around for the escape path. The people grabbed Waiter's shoulders and dragged her away from the snake. The children were frightened, like drowning people, clutching at the people's clothes and not letting go. By the time the people blushed and shook off their waiting hands, and turned around to look for the snake again, the earth snake was long gone. The child was so frightened that he squatted on the riverbank, not daring to go to the river, let alone touching the clothes soaked in the river that had been touched by snakes. The people were kind of and persuaded to wait until they went down to the riverbank tremblingly, and went to collect their unwashed clothes. At the same time, she also made a very unreasonable and absurd request to the people, that is, to accompany her to wash her clothes before leaving. When the people saw the pitiful appearance of the waiter, who was trembling with fear, they happily agreed. He sat by the river, chatting with her while she finished her laundry. It was this accidental incident that brought the two babies closer. When we met later, not only did I not have the previous sense of strangeness, but I talked more and more, and got closer and closer. Later, I didn't see him for a few days, and I still miss and remember it. The sharp eyes of the Jing'er foreign firms, seeing that they got together from time to time to chat, they joked and laughed. As a result, they realized that they had embarked on a journey of falling in love that most people dare not talk about in their mouths and really want in their hearts.

It wasn't until he could no longer see the figure that he came out of the bushes and got on the roadbed that had not yet taken shape. The people laughed "hehe", freezing you, I'll give you warmth. With that, he grabbed the cold fingertips of the waiter and stuffed them into the warm placket of his chest. Wait for the child to speak, let him be. She also rested her head on the shoulders of the people, deeply inhaling the unique breath of men emanating from the people, like drinking sweet alcohol and closing her eyes.

The people asked, your mother still saw Tian'er urging Chun'er to tell the matchmaker.

Wait for a slight nod, still no talk.

The people said sadly, you say, what should we do? Your mother doesn't agree, and as the days go by, she will definitely find you the next in-law. Isn't our business yellow?

Wait for a sigh and say, I don't know. Anyway, I thought about it, no matter how much my family objected, I would follow you. Even if it were to find me a nest of gold and silver, I wouldn't be uncommon.

The people said, otherwise, tell my father about the two of us, and ask him to tell your father. Maybe the two of them have an old friendship and can talk to your mother. Otherwise, ask Feng'er's sister-in-law to mention it directly to your mother, maybe she can also make sense.

Wait for the child to come back quietly, it's enough. My father went out and didn't come back, my mother was wronged, and my father has always been obedient to my mother, because of her temperament, and never dared to disobey her. Besides, when the construction site started, your father led people to work against my father, and it seemed that both of them had a bond in their hearts. It's a thing that can't be turned around. Feng'er slipped away with your father and the xylophone again, and the family held a grudge, so I'm afraid they couldn't talk.

The people hugged and waited and said in embarrassment as they walked, what should I do there, why can't I just watch you leave me and live with others.

I didn't speak for a long time. The two of them silently stepped on the stone potholes on the road, and walked on the way back to the village.

When they were about to reach the entrance of the village, the two had to go separately. The people hugged and waited, put her hand to their mouth, and snorted a few hot breaths. He reluctantly wrapped her in a tight headscarf, and said, don't be anxious, let me think of a safe way again, I must explain your mother. Otherwise, how will I live for the rest of my life?

Wait for the reply, don't worry, I will follow you in this life. Didn't the matter between Hang'er and Teacher Hu at the beginning also make a lot of trouble. Now, it's not the same as it is. As long as we don't change our minds, no matter how much trouble we make, we are not afraid. If I really can't do it, I'll just let my face go and elope with you. Let's see what the adults can do with us, and can they strangle us.

The people were a little excited. He stepped forward and hugged him and waited for his son to reply, yes, if it doesn't work, let's learn from your father, run out together to spend the sun and moon, and never come back, see what they can do with the two of us.

As he spoke, there was a sound of chirping and laughter from the bushes on the side of the road. There is also a sentence that you two are not small, and you dare to elope. I'll tell your mother about it, and let her break your legs first. Frightened, the people and the others "swished" apart, their faces were dry and yellow, their blue eyes stared at the two gray shadows behind the bushes, and their legs and stomachs were about to turn tendons.

Jing'er and Yangxing came out from behind the bushes with a grin, and jumped around the two of them in a circle. They learned what they had just said, and they made a gesture of using their mouths to pull their fingers.

Seeing that it was them, the waiting children were shocked and ashamed, like frightened mountain rabbits, and ran towards their homes with a puff of smoke. Leaving the people alone, he continued to be teased and laughed at by Jing'er and the foreign company.

The people are angry, you two are here with us, you want to scare people to death. It's not enough buddy.

The foreign bank said, we didn't follow you, we were arresting the current elope, so we can receive the reward in front of the osmanthus sister-in-law. Otherwise, let's go together now, and see what she will reward me and you.

Jing'er interjected, reward us with a good meal, and then reward the people with a broom pimple.

The people hated and said, when I go home and eat, I will settle accounts with you two. After that, he fled in a hurry.

In the days leading up to the bad luck, Sour Apricot once again endured sorrow. This torment mainly comes from the two babies, that is, Ye'er and the people.

Regarding the matter of Ye'er and Jing'er, Sour Xing has heard about it for a long time.

Mao Sheng's anger was heard and seen in the eyes of the sour jujube mother-in-law. As a result, the formation of chickens flying and dogs jumping within the xylophone family spread like the wind throughout the village, and naturally it also reached the ears of the sour apricot family. Sour apricot felt very embarrassed, and it was not enough to make do with the noodle field. When he had nothing to do, he squatted in his yard all day long, busy here and there, and his heart was very upset. Guoqing looked at Jiaoxin, so he comforted him, saying that he would go out for a walk more, scatter his heart, and don't get bored. Sour Xing replied impatiently, how can you be so spoiled, just take care of your own affairs, you don't have to worry about my affairs. made the National Day very boring, and he didn't dare to provoke him. When he turned around, he complained to Feng'er, thinking that she was nosy with rats, and she just managed it, but she even got into trouble again, making the family unable to raise their heads in the face field. Feng'er also knew that she was impatient in this matter, so she didn't dare to be stubborn in front of the National Day, so she could only wait for a long time, and wait for the matter to slowly fade before thinking about it. After all, Ye'er is the flesh and blood of the sour apricot, so he naturally won't think about it as much as Feng'er. Ye'er's marriage is like a heavy stone, seeing Tian'er pressing on the sour apricot's heart, it is rare to have a happy time.

It was the roof leak that was raining. Ye'er's affairs have not yet been sorted out, and the people's affairs are placed in front of him again.

It's not that Sour Apricot doesn't understand that it's time for the people to marry and start a family. He was also as anxious as an ant in a hot pot, asking people to inquire around. Who told him to take a fancy to waiting, the two have talked about the point of inseparability. This should be a good thing, who told the son-in-law Osmanthus to marry her daughter outside the mountain. Moreover, the other son is Zhenshu's granddaughter, and in the neighborhood, it is equivalent to the uncle marrying the niece, a generation behind. If you really want to get married and start a family, you will first mess up the township rules and etiquette laws, and it is not even easy to talk about the names of some relatives. Zhenshu has always been very concerned about these red tapes. That's it, the matter between Ye'er and Jing'er, if you think about it carefully, isn't it a lifetime apart. Although the Xylophone family is not very concerned about such a relationship. The point is that there is already an entanglement between Sour Apricot and Zhenshu. The helpless encounter on the first day of construction pushed the two of them into a situation where they were not embarrassed or embarrassed. Even if the two of them can think about it later, I'm afraid it won't be possible to wipe off the face in the face field. This put Sour Apricot in a dilemma. went to ask someone to make peace, and it was not good to talk to Zhenshu. If you don't make peace, you can't settle your own cubs. Sour apricots are really worried. All day long, my mind is full of these annoying things, and even on the construction site, I am often distracted and difficult to concentrate.

The troubles and bitterness of the sour apricot naturally made the younger brother Sour Jujube, who usually speaks little, look at it in his eyes and hurt in his heart. Sour jujube has always been full of gratitude to his brother and sister-in-law. No matter how the mother-in-law said and cursed the sour apricot couple on weekdays, the sour jujube never dared to say anything. However, in his mind, his brother and sister-in-law's kindness to him is something that he will never dare to forget.

During the break, Sour Zao saw Sour Apricot sitting alone at the edge of the crowd and smoking alone. He leaned over and sat down with Sour Apricot.

The old brothers were silent for a long time, smoking their tobacco pouches. The sour jujube said, seeing that you are anxious all day long, is it for Ye'er's business?

Sour Xing replied, not only Ye Erli, but also the people, difficult.

Sour jujube road, I know. When the baby mother saw Tian'er muttering these things, I couldn't talk about it, but I knew it in my heart.

Sour Xing said, you don't have to worry about my family's affairs. Although it was a moment of anxiety, when you get through this while, you will be fine. Don't be angry with your late mother.

Sour jujube said, rest assured, it is the baby mother who often corrupts you and your sister-in-law in front of people and behind your back. Tell your sister-in-law, don't be like her.

Sour apricot smiled sourly, saying where would you go, if you are careful, you won't be able to see the sky make trouble.

The sour jujube said again, is it to find a proper person to talk to Maosheng. If it succeeds or not, it is better to plan early. Like now, when is it a leader, and it also delays the family affairs of the babies. First settle Ye'er's affairs, save some thoughts, and then go back to think about the people's affairs. The methods are all thought out, and they will always settle down.

Sour Xing sighed and said, I can't say anything now, and I can't get along with anyone. There is no way at all, but to resign yourself to fate.

Suan Zao thought about it and replied, Or, find a proper free child, and I'll go talk to Maosheng. Whether he wants it or not, he won't be angry with me. Even if you get annoyed with me, it won't embarrass you. Besides, Jing'er and Ye'er are both good babies. Whether it succeeds or not, we all have a number in our hearts, and make other plans as soon as possible, so as not to delay their marriage future. If it drags on like this, it will really hurt the two babies.