It's very simple. The "Maoxiang Incident" involved all the laborers of the village. In the process of searching, the villagers inadvertently spread this information to the large and small villages of the commune, including several Beishan villages where the commune is stationed. It seems that the commune cadres have also heard about it, and they all say that Xinghua Village has lost a baby. A village of old and young scattered on one acre and three points of land in the commune, digging three feet into the ground, asking 3,000 people, rummaging through boxes and cabinets day and night, and almost turned over to the commune compound.

When Yang Xiande, who had already become a member of the commune organization committee, saw Sour Xing, he also asked him, which cub in your village was lost, and it is worth looking for it so vigorously.

The sour apricot replied hesitantly, who said that it was lost. I ran to the mountains and got lost, and I couldn't find my way home.

The people of the village like to discuss or discuss something sudden, important or mysterious endlessly, and they will not stop until they have come to light, so as to enrich the dull and boring spiritual life of the small mountain village. As a result, the truth that the women of the two of them sneakily came out of the mountain and returned late was immediately revealed to the world. Moreover, the one who took the lead in connecting the scenery was actually a dignified female cadre in the registered village of a famous commune in the county-xylophone.

The women who had sold apricots knew that the matter had been revealed, and they were restless and restless all day long, as if they were carrying a bunny. In his heart, the ancestors cursed the appearance of Mao Xiang for eight generations, and at the same time prayed to the mountain god and grandmother to bless him not to be involved in this matter. Their men have not only become the protagonists of everyone's thousands of inquiries about the inside story, but also unconsciously in an embarrassing situation of covering up illegal and coordinated crimes. There is a tendency not to say anything, and there is a tendency to refuse to admit mistakes and resist to the end. If you talk too much, you are afraid that you will add to sin. They could only squeak and half-vomit and barely cope, which made the whole thing more and more mysterious and sneaky.

In those days, the hot topics of people of all ages in the streets and alleys outside the courtyard of the house were full of speculation about how things were going, what consequences would occur, and what kind of bad luck would be brought to which family. Mao Sheng was scared and frightened, and didn't say a word all day. His eyes were filled with frustration and despair, and the bubbles on his mouth were creeping up.

Sure enough, within a few days, the commune received definite news that Mu Hao, a women's cadre in Xinghua Village, dared to instigate the women to engage in capitalism, took the lead in speculation, sold agricultural and sideline products without permission, deliberately undermined the socialist economic system, and acted against the policies of the higher authorities. Such an argument almost pronounced a political death sentence for a small village cadre Muqin.

Yang Xiande called Sour Xing to the commune and asked what was going on in Xinghua Village. Why are there so many gossips on the street, which alarmed Secretary Shen, and let it be called tracking.

The Secretary Shen he was talking about was the organizing committee member of the commune in the past, the old Shen who led the commune's joint investigation team to Xinghua Village to investigate the sour apricots. In the past, Director Du has been promoted to deputy county magistrate. Lao Shen took his class, and Yang Xiande took Lao Shen's seat again.

Sour Apricot was scared silly. He argued that he hadn't heard of it.

Yang Xiande thinks that Sour Xing's political consciousness is not high, he is confused, and he does not understand the overall situation. They are all dying, and they don't know the seriousness of the matter. He said with a blushing face: This is an out-and-out organized, planned, and premeditated act of collective speculation, and it is a serious political incident. If you dare to protect the people of your village, I'm afraid you will have to take off your black gauze hat. Even the existing team members in the village have all stepped down and gotten out.

Sour Xing knew that this time it was a mess of the tiger's ass. If you don't explain honestly, you have to peel off a layer of skin and lose a piece of meat, or even be still holding this pigtail. He hurriedly changed his words, told Yang Xiande what had happened, and put all the responsibility on the xylophone.

His idea in doing so was: first, to shirk responsibility. The baby cried, so he pushed it to the baby's mother. Whoever causes the trouble, who will clean it up. Don't put yourself in it, fall into a black hole and can't climb out. The second is a warning xylophone. She's really going overboard. For such a big matter, without consulting yourself, you make your own decisions. To put it mildly, there is no one in the eyes of the leader. To put it more seriously, it is simply to win over the hearts of the people and wait for the opportunity to usurp the throne. The third is self-protection. Looking at the posture of the commune, the nature of this matter is no longer simply buying and selling for small profits, but it is about to be put on the platform, which constitutes a serious political position problem. Not to mention that her xylophone can't withstand it, even if she has worked hard for so many years of hard work, she can't resist the above cruel words. Therefore, the sour apricot can't take care of much. Let's get rid of myself first, and then I'll talk about it later.

After listening to Sour Xing's confession, Yang Xiande didn't seem surprised, but seemed to know it for a long time. He said, even if you don't say it, I know she will do it. The men in Xinghua Village are all eggless eunuchs, and they are all girls. Except for a real eggless xylophone, who would have the courage to poke a hole in the sky. Even if you lend it to a heavenly gall, you can only do some little tricks of building the ridges and hoeing the fields.

said sour apricot's face was red, and she didn't dare to pick up the stubble.

Yang Xiande made a sarcasm of the sour apricot for a long time. It wasn't until the shelf was full and the training was enough that he picked up the sour apricot and went to Secretary Shen, the leader of the commune party committee, to re-report the original situation and receive the will of the commune.