The rapid change in the thinking of the people of Xinghua Village, and the unexpected consequences brought about by the change have seriously touched the interests of Sour Apricot. This point has been fully verified in the refusal of the villagers to hand over the public grain after the autumn.

On that day, the weather was exceptionally good. The sky was blue, like a pool of clear water. Wisps of clouds swept across the sky, and the white clouds accentuated the blue of the sky. There is not a trace of stain, so pure that it wants to drip blue water.

It's mid-autumn. When I woke up in the morning, I felt a little chilly. Xylophone had gone to the city two days ago and has not yet returned. When she left, she was still the same as usual, and she didn't explain the purpose of her going out. The family is also used to it, and they don't bother to ask.

Shigeru woke up early and cooked. He also shook up the sleeping babies and urged them to eat. He instructed Zhong'er and Xingzi to guard the door at home and do their homework, and they were not allowed to go out in the wild. I brought dry food and went to the northern slope with Jing'er to harvest the grain. They won't be back until late in the evening. Zhong'er and Xingzi honestly do their homework at home.

As soon as the stall was laid out, Mao Lin pushed the door and came in. He said that his family would go to the brigade office today to hand over the public rations, which were freshly peeled and dried peanuts. Xingzi replied, and he didn't know which ones were handed over to the public and which ones were kept by his family. Mao Lin said, then pay it in Ming'er. Your family must be good friends and bring a good head to the masses. Zhong Er and Xing Tsai nodded vigorously to show that his family would do the same.

Paying public grain is like paying the emperor's grain in the past, and it is a matter for the common people. Even Zhong'er and their little cubs know that this is a matter of course.

On this day, the two of them have been honestly squatting at home and have not gone anywhere.

It was also on this day that there were a lot of people who came to his house. When you enter the door, you ask, have you paid the public grain, how much are you going to pay, and what kind of goods are you going to pay? They both shook their heads. They have no right to know such things. The person who came had a mysterious look on his face, and left after asking.

Until late in the evening, the door of the xylophone house was suddenly slammed open. Led by sour apricots, a group of strangers were embraced. Among them, there is Secretary Shen of the commune, and three public security officers wearing big caps.

Secretary Shen asked repeatedly, where did the xylophone go, where did the xylophone go. Mao Lin stared at the red eyes, hugged Zhong'er's shoulder vigorously, and said sharply, where is your mother, where is your mother hiding.

Zhong'er was stunned and couldn't speak for a long time. Apricot is a little bolder. He used a changed tone, and it was easy to explain the whereabouts of the xylophone and Maoshengye.

As if bitten by a snake, Mao Lin shouted to Zhong'er, go to Beishan to find your father, and tell him to go to the brigade office immediately.

Zhong Er ran quickly towards the door. They didn't seem to be at ease, so they let a police officer follow him behind his ass.

As soon as Zhong'er ran to the entrance of the back street of the village, he saw Maosheng and Jing'er each carrying two large loads of millet walking slowly. Xu is face was bloodless when he saw Zhong'er's panicked face, and Maosheng was obviously startled. He threw down his burden and exclaimed, "Cub, what's wrong, what's wrong?"

Without waiting for Zhong'er to speak, the public security behind the buttocks rushed forward and said, Are you a xylophone man?

Only then did Maosheng see that there was a formidable public security officer standing behind Zhong'er. He stammered a "hmm" twice.

The police said, you immediately follow me to the brigade office, and go quickly.

Where did Maosheng pass through this kind of scene? His legs were so weak that he fell to the ground and couldn't get up. Now the police dragged him up and half-pushed and half-shoved him to the brigade office.

The courtyard of the brigade office was full of people watching the excitement in the courtyard and outside the courtyard. A few babies gathered around a green jeep, curiously touching and watching. The door to the brigade's office was wide open. There was a scale in the doorway, and there were empty sacks piled up next to it. Only a few sacks stood bulging by the scales, looking very lonely.

Secretary Shen was circling the scales, and Sour Xing and several village cadres were sweating profusely and squatting beside the scales. The weather was already very cold in the mid-autumn evening, especially in the deep mountain villages. Their appearance is very funny.

Mao Sheng, who had already turned his legs, was pushed into the office by someone. Immediately afterwards, a gentle and slightly majestic voice came from the office, saying, why didn't Comrade Muqin come to pay the public grain.

Mao Sheng replied nonoly, she ...... She's not at home, she doesn't know...... I don't know if I have to pay the public rations.

-- The matter of handing over the public grain has already been said at the meeting, and Comrade Muqin is still a village cadre, don't you know?

- No...... No, you know. Be...... Don't you know what it's ...... I have to pay ...... today

Maosheng was already incoherent.

- Is your food ready?

- Morning ...... Ready early, in Westinghouse...... It's in the West House.

-- Comrade Muqin is a party member and cadre, so he should take a good lead for the masses, not take the lead. Alright, go ahead and get it.

A few people hugged Maosheng out of the door, and Maolin ran in front like rabbits.