Xylophone hurriedly coped with the kind people who came to deliver the letter. After sending the visitor away, the two immediately fell into a long silence.

- How can it be? Didn't he go to prison, why would he come back?

Mao Sheng's eyes widened nervously, and he was still fantasizing in his heart if they had seen the wrong person and mistaken the homeless man for Mao Xiang.

Muqin pondered for a long time, and replied, although it is a sentence, our mother has been home for four years, and it is possible that she will be released when the deadline is reached.

Maosheng became more and more nervous. He muttered to himself with palpitations, how could he come back? He can't come back, he can't come back.

This night, Xylophone and Mao Sheng went to bed very late. But I couldn't sleep again, and tossed and turned for most of the night. It wasn't until dawn that the two fell asleep in a daze.

It's dawn. When I got up, I found that the apricot boy was gone.

At the time of breakfast, the family of four sat around the dinner table, but there was no shadow of the apricot. At first, I thought he was going to the toilet or going out to play. After waiting for a long time, he was still nowhere to be seen. Maosheng asked Jing'er and Zhong'er, who were sleeping in the same Westinghouse, if they didn't see where this cub ran to the wild early in the morning when they got up. Both of them shook their heads, and when they talked about the time they got up, they didn't see him anywhere, and who knew where he ran to go crazy. Mao Sheng and Xylophone were in a hurry, saying that he had never run out at breakfast time, and what was going on today. The whole family ran to the street again, street by street, alley by alley, even the apricot grove on the edge of the village, but they didn't see his shadow.

Xylophone finally said what the family was worried about, whether he went to the town to find his dead father.

It seems that there is no doubt about it.

Muqin arranged the affairs of the team, and didn't bother to say hello to Sour Xing and Maolin, so he went straight to the town with Maosheng and Jing'er non-stop. The servants scattered, along a street and several deep alleys, street by street to investigate, alley by alley to ask, still did not see Xingzai. Most of the people who were asked shook their heads, saying that they had never seen a baby in a foreign country. also said that he had seen it, and his clothes and appearances were consistent with Xingzai, but he didn't pay attention to where he went.

Maosheng began to scold Xingzi angrily. Scolding others for being a big ghost, raising people, not being able to raise a heart, is a white-eyed wolf who can't be fed.

When he returned home in the evening, Maosheng's lips were filled with a few bubbles of water, which were crystal clear.

That night, the helpless xylophone went to Sour Xing's house, told Sour Xing about Xingzi going out to find his father, and asked Sour Xing to organize people to find Xingzi. The two of them were also anxious when they heard this, and immediately comforted Muqin and said, don't panic, don't panic. It's dark today, and there's no way to find it. As soon as the sky is bright tomorrow, we will scatter people out, and we will not find them. He also said, don't worry, it's a peaceful society now, and you can't lose anyone. Apricot boy is very ghostly, and it will be fine.

Xylophone returned home nervous. Seeing Mao Sheng squatting in the courtyard sighing, he didn't say anything superfluous. She persuaded him not to get angry. Uncle Sour Xing agreed, and as soon as the morning dawned, he organized people to find Xingzi. I can't lose it.

Maosheng is still not stable. One night, he squatted in the courtyard, sometimes pushing the door, and sometimes running to the dark street to look at the sky for a long time, and cursing Xingzi in a low voice from time to time. After all, with four or five years of nurturing, Maosheng has regarded Xingzi as his own cub. Although compared with his own cubs, there is always a slight deviation in the importance of the distance.

The next day, all the laborers of the whole village were concentrated in front of the brigade. Sour Xing personally came to the scene and instructed the leaders of each production team to take their own people to nearby communes and villages to find them, and resolutely find Xingzai. If you can't find it during the day, you can find it overnight. If you don't get it back, you will not stop.

I just got through the day in such a panic. It wasn't until it was almost time to eat dinner that Xingzi came back dejected under the crowd of people.

According to Xingzai's confession that night, he searched for two days and one night in the commune and the surrounding villages. Some people say that they have seen such a person as his father, but no one will notice the whereabouts and fate of a homeless man.

Mao Sheng scolded Xingzi fiercely, but did not hit it. Apricot Tsai leaned on a stool and leaned against the wall of the house under Maosheng's abuse, already snoring to sleep.

Mao Xiang is like the night when he was born, the wind came suddenly, and then quietly disappeared.

It was the appearance of Mao Xiang that brought unexpected bad luck to the xylophone. At the same time, it also brought a major turn in her political career.

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.

According to Xylophone, Sour Xing hurried back to the village on the evening of the day he went to the commune. He didn't care about eating, so he called all the village cadres to the brigade office. Assigned by the commune party committee, he presided over the most serious and cowardly meeting of Xinghua Village since the establishment of the village committee.

In the commune, after being sarcastically ridiculed by Yang Xiande, Sour Xing's already angry stomach had nowhere to attack, and Yang Xiande was dizzy and went to see Secretary Shen. Secretary Shen was not as kind and talkative as the original Director Du, but gave Sour Apricot a dismissal on the spot. He knocked the table so loudly that his eyes almost popped out.

He pointed to the tip of his sour nose and scolded him fiercely. He shouted, "If you don't settle this matter properly, I will immediately take off your black hat, remove you from your post, and criticize you at the All-Commune Congress." It is to sound the alarm for those who have evil intentions, so that they can see what will happen to those who go against the government and the leaders.

Sour Xing was trained to break out layer after layer of cold sweat all over her body, and she wet the ragged gown on her body, so she knelt down for Secretary Shen. He knows that this seemingly big or small dispensable thing, once it is put on the table and involved with policies, it will become a fierce tiger and leopard that sucks people's blood and gnaws human flesh. He feared and hated. I'm afraid that this disaster will be connected to the root of my tail. If you don't ruthlessly cut off all ties with yourself at the moment, you will be dragged to the death, and your political life will come to an end. What I hate is that this woman Xylophone, why did she grow a bear heart and eat leopard gall. dared to poke such a big Lou Zi, but she herself acted like no one. Let him lick the and wipe his belly, and I don't know if he can lick it clean. In order to keep the black yarn hat that he had been fighting for for many years, he finally made up his mind to resolutely implement Secretary Shen's decision, completely draw a line with the xylophone, and take the opportunity to get rid of this burden that has troubled and worried him for many years.

Sour Xing squatted on a stool in the brigade office, wearing a patched gown. While smoking a dry tobacco pouch, he chewed and said, Comrade Muqin, we are all old party members. The party has cultivated and educated us for many years, and has pushed us to leading positions, so how can we do such a speculative thing. The eyes of the masses are all staring at our cadres. If we don't take one step well, the masses will follow and go downhill. The commune wants to catch the negative example of our village, it is because of your mistakes, and the impact is great. We just want to break the brain, and we can't estimate how big the impact is.

Several other team members also said casually, yes, yes, we don't dare to do this speculative thing.

Sour Xing said again, I am the first person to introduce Comrade Muqin to the party, and I also strongly advocated pushing her to a leading position. Now, Comrade Xylophone has made a serious mistake, and I am primarily responsible. I have made an in-depth review to Secretary Shen of the Commune Party Committee. I hope that Comrade Xylophone will do a good job of checking his mistakes and think of ways to eliminate the bad influence among the masses. Otherwise, how can we lead the masses to engage in production.

Xylophone argued, I also know this reason, but who called us poor. My ancestors were so poor that they couldn't even wear pants. Seeing the tickets all over the mountains rot in vain, it's a pity that it's not.

Sour Xing slammed the cigarette pouch pot on the edge of the stool and said, What kind of attitude do you have? It seems that he has done something illegal, but he is justified. What the superiors don't let us do, no matter how poor we are, it's not a pity.

Xylophone replied unconvinced, what did I violate. Helping the old and young masters find a way to eat and earn more money is also something we do as a cadre. The Central Committee held a meeting, and it also appeared in the newspapers, saying that the masses should get rich as soon as possible. What the central government said, is it also illegal?

Sour Xing was anxious and shouted, the central government said it, the county didn't say it, the commune didn't say it, we can't do it. Poor, what are you afraid of? The poorer you are, the more righteous your mind becomes.

Seeing the uncharacteristically sour apricot's mouth and face, Xylophone was also angry. She pursed her lips and replied, thinking that she was still thinking about something. Even his daughter is afraid of falling into the chaff hoard, and her thoughts are not right.

This sentence is poking at the scar of the sour apricot. The news of Lan Xiang's proposal to his family has long been spread among the villagers. Of course, a few people in the meeting knew. What the hell is the xylophone referring to? Sour apricot has been forced to retreat by the xylophone. Now, I have to bite the bullet, tear my face, and fight with the xylophone to the end, so as to win a face and majesty that is about to be exhausted. He was stunned. Unconsciously, he gradually put aside his identity and the theme of the meeting, and quarreled with the xylophone. The conversation turned into a quarrel. One said that his daughter is in charge of himself, and he can marry whoever he wants, but you can't control it. One said, "You deceive the poor and love the rich, and you are also afraid of the poor."

This endless quarrel lasted until the second half of the night. At first, the team members listened attentively. Later, they couldn't help but yawn and got up. made the sour apricot isolated, and his mouth kung fu was not as good as the xylophone. He had no choice but to take out a brake card and announce the decision of Secretary Shen of the commune: Comrade Muqin was suspended for inspection.

This decision surprised the village cadres attending the meeting. Only then did they realize that this matter was far from being as simple as they imagined, and they were secretly glad that they did not talk as much as usual. Annoying the sour apricot is equivalent to upsetting the commune, and there will never be any good fruit to gnaw on in the future. And for Xylophone, this is nothing less than a devastating blow to his political career.

After only a few days of hard work, the xylophone looks much older. The obvious sign is that the wrinkles on the face have increased and are constantly increasing. She lost her former vitality and remained silent all day. The words are even more pitiful. When she had to say it, she closed her mouth, gritted her teeth, and didn't say anything, laughed or made a sound.

At the same time, Maosheng's resentment towards Xingzai is also increasing. For a period of time, Mao Sheng didn't let Xingzi go to school, and worked on the field all day after his buttocks, as a punishment for his guilt caused by the great disaster he stabbed. Under the strong opposition of Xylophone, Xingzi ended her miserable life like a week of re-education through labor and went to school with her schoolbag on her back.

The xylophone does not seem to have been knocked down. Convinced that she was doing the right thing, she refused to inspect and defended herself with the people who came to talk to the Commune Party Committee. Such a confrontation is extremely unwise and will not yield good results. In this way, he completely pushed himself to a political dead end.

Soon after, Xylophone was removed from his post and punished with a warning from the party.

The decision was made on a rainy morning, when Yang Xiande personally rushed to Xinghua Village and convened a party meeting attended by more than a dozen party members in the village, at which it was solemnly announced. At that time, the ripe apricot fruit had fallen to the ground and had already rotted into a puddle of muddy water.

From the peak of his career, he plummeted into a deep trough in an instant. The gap in this made the xylophone feel dizzy and at a loss.

She spoke less, her face was more gloomy, and her heart was heavier. She began to suffer from insomnia and often couldn't sleep all night. During the day, he is listless, and he is also lost in doing work. I often lose this and forget that, as if I have no brain, and wander in the courtyard in a daze.

Maosheng felt sorry for the xylophone, so he didn't let her go out to work. Tell her to stay at home and calm down and recuperate. Moreover, he took care of all the housework. Cooking, feeding livestock, everything is rushed by himself, not letting the xylophone interfere. In fact, this is exactly the opposite of this. Xylophone was already busy, and once it relaxed, it aggravated the depression and pressure in her heart. She felt like a wreck, muddy and idle. Life is out of motivation, work is out of purpose. The almost closed state of life made her gradually drift away from the original ecological environment that she had long been accustomed to and adapted to, and became an empty shell with nothing to rely on, and had a tendency to develop more and more decadently.

During this period, some women also secretly came to visit the xylophone and said some words of comfort and self-care. The sour apricot woman was the first to comfort her. Then, Xue'e, Huoyazi, Lanxiang, Full Moon, Teacher Hu and Hang'er and so on went in and out of her courtyard like a marquee. The more this is the case, the more it stirs the already depressed heart of the xylophone more and more depressed and heavy.

Mao Sheng also saw that she was a little upset, so his attitude towards the visitors became lukewarm. He tried to make the people who wanted to visit the xylophone timid, because of his unwelcoming attitude, and gradually stopped stepping into the threshold of his house.

The courtyard finally quieted down, but it seemed even more lonely and lonely. The only thing that can break this unbearable loneliness is that the sour jujube lady behind the house deliberately lets go of her voice from time to time and makes an almost exaggerated laugh. The sour jujube lady seemed to let out a heavy breath. Two years ago, the sullenness caused by the bullying of Muqin and Mao Shengniang has not been comfortably spit out until today. This made her feel that God was indeed short, and the world was now rewarded.

Because of the xylophone, Maosheng's family also carefully went in and out of their own courtyard. Mao Sheng only knew how to do his work silently, put down the rake and take the broom, and was busy all day long. Jing'er blamed the fate of the xylophone on the misfortune she had made. He was very careful and didn't dare to talk at home at will. Zhong'er and Xingzi clamped their tails even more, restrained their previous arrogant madness, became well-behaved, and looked at the faces of Xylophone and Maosheng.

One day, Xingzi saw Muqin sitting in the pot house in a daze, so he carefully comforted her and said, Mother, let's go sue those people. When we were bullied at school, we went to the teacher to complain. The teacher will give those people a beating. In the future, they will not dare to move.

Although it was a child's word, it suddenly opened a window in Xylophone's heart. Yes, since you have done nothing wrong, but you have been so fooled by others, why don't you go to the higher level to complain. She seemed to see a glimmer of light, a glimmer of hope. Although she understood that the light was extremely faint and the hope was extremely slim, it was no longer as dark and desperate as it was now.

Xylophone has made up his mind, and no amount of difficulties and obstacles can stop him from appealing. Since then, she has embarked on the road of petitioning and appealing, and has become the first petitioner in the history of Beishan Commune.

She brought more than a dozen certificates of commendation for advanced units and advanced model workers for women's work, which were sufficient to prove her work achievements in recent years, and first went to the commune to defend herself. In the commune, she found Secretary Shen and Yang Xiande. Of course, her appeal will not lead to anything, and she was even unceremoniously reprimanded by the two. She wanted to find Lao Hu, but Lao Hu had already been transferred to the County Women's Federation. Of course, the newly appointed director of the Commune Women's Federation must resolutely surround Secretary Shen's decision, and he also lashed out at Xylophone.

Later, she found the county and met Deputy County Magistrate Du and Lao Hu, deputy director of the County Women's Federation. Both of them kindly persuaded Xylophone to give up petitioning. It is said that since it is a collective decision of the commune, no one can overturn the case. Let's go back to the village with peace of mind and participate in labor and production.

Xylophone just doesn't believe in this evil child. She said that what I did was no different from what the central government demanded, so why should I be dealt with. I won't stop without a result.

So, if it doesn't work once, it will be twice, twice and three times, and so on, month after month. After nearly a year of hard work, there was no result at all.

During this period, in the sound of gongs and drums, Ye'er married into the Yao family of the commune hospital.

On the day of the wedding, the flamboyant marriage formation really stunned the people of Xinghua Village. Ye Er wore a red velvet tights and sat on a makeshift sedan chair converted from a bamboo recliner carried by two people. She wore red leather shoes, white silk gloves, a red scarf on her head, and a bright watch on her wrist. fluttering and shaking, like a heavenly maiden descending to earth, the mountain god out of the mountain. In front, the ordinary drummers opened the way and swaggered away. The sound of firecrackers rang out from Sour Xing's house to the distant mountain pass.

The people who sent their relatives back were amazed at the beauty of the new house and the complete furniture. Many things have never been seen before, and they can't be named at all. For example, the drama box, you can listen to any play you want, it is not as rigid as in the radio, and someone has to arrange the program in it. What's even more strange is that the groom's family has a "little movie". It's just a small cabinet of dust, and there are people on it, which is better than the movie. People say that Ye'er is really a blessing, and she fell into the blessing hoard all of a sudden. praised Sour Apricot's good skills, and told Ye'er to such a good family.

For a few days after Ye'er got married, Jing'er didn't think about tea, and she was lazy to eat, like a little plague chicken with blood mold. He kept his head shut all day, and worked hard with all his strength. Sometimes, he also took Maosheng's cigarette pouch and pot, followed his example, and held back his strength and inhaled vigorously. With each puff, I coughed for a while, until my face was red and my neck was thick, and tears and snot flowed together.

Mao Sheng was distressed, and cursed in a low voice that the two of them were bullying the poor and loving the rich, and scolded Ye'er for having no beads. He was angry from the pain, so he poured his anger on the chickens, dogs, geese and ducks. There are often sounds of chickens flying and dogs jumping and smashing pots and bowls at home. Gradually, he poured his anger on Zhong'er and Xingzi again. When the two of them clamped their tails and ate honestly, he would also scold, only knowing what to support the food and cost money.

Finally, one day, he fainted, and once again vented his anger on the xylophone. He scolded the xylophone for not doing his job, and he knew that he ran around all day long, and never took Jing'er's affairs to heart. The xylophone, which was running in full swing, was tired of listening to Maosheng's nagging. With such a fuse, the quarrel between the two inevitably broke out.

The xylophone used her unique soprano to shout sharply, what's the matter, I'm sassy, am I going to find a wild man, or am I going to recruit a wild man. Look at you, you're wearing a man's skin. If you still have a man's root, go out the door with your chest straight. is fierce at the door of his own pot, what kind of hero. What did I go out for, not for the word "poor". If you weren't poor, we would let others look down on you, would Jing'er still be like you?

Maosheng doesn't give way, let's farm the land. We are farmers, and farming is a matter of course. After the land is planted, do you still have to worry about spending money?

Xylophone hated, plant, plant, this person has been planted for hundreds of years, and he is not so poor that he doesn't even wear pants. If you continue to plant like this, I am afraid that you will not be able to afford even a fig leaf.

Maosheng was a little defeated, and he forgot all about the dismissal and dismissal of Xylophone. He howled, good, good, you can, you are fierce, you are a party member, you are a cadre. You're crazy, run, this family is also going to be bad. Wait until you run into the prison and see who will bring you prison food.

Xylophone is still unrelenting, why should I go to prison. What I did was the same as what the central government said. Ming'er, I'll go to the city. If I don't figure this out, I won't come back. I have to see if the Commune's reason can stand, or whether mine is more solid.

Early the next morning, the xylophone really brought some pancakes and hurried out of the village alone. That's five or six days.

Five or six days later, one evening, just after the family had finished dinner, the xylophone actually returned. Her face was full of joy and a proud look of spring breeze. This is the only time she has been petitioning for nearly a year.

Dinner is gone. Mao Sheng was angry that she was away from home all day long, running around like a crazy woman, so she didn't mean to cook for her anymore. He just sucked vigorously on a dry tobacco pouch that was more than a foot long.

Xingzi obediently went to the fire to scoop up water, and helped the xylophone cook.

Xylophone touched the back of Xingzai's head and boasted, I still love Xingzai's mother. Xingzai, guess what, my mother has become no this time.

Xingzi paused for a moment, and said tentatively, Mother, it's done.

Xylophone laughed, and laughed out loud.

She said, yes, yes, my mother really did it this time. My mother has endured all the hardships. These five or six days are as long as five or six years. My mother went to the city and found the city government. The old man who guarded the door just wouldn't let him in. My mother will see the sky to grind, and grinding will not work. Later, my mother came up with a way. When he saw a car coming out of the door, he stepped forward to intercept it. Intercepted, just said. On the third day, I really asked my mother to intercept a main man, who was from the Municipal Party Committee Office, surnamed Yang. As soon as he heard that it was from our county, he led his mother into the building. Comrade Yang asked his mother to sit on the sofa and poured a cup of tea. So he asked his mother to speak alone, and he listened quietly. The mother brought out the things before and after, and asked her to comment on them. Comrade Yang wrote it down in a small notebook, but he was serious. Finally, Comrade Yang said, Comrade Xylophone, what you are doing is right and is completely in line with the spirit of the instructions of your superiors. He also said that I hope you will go back and work hard, and you will definitely think of ways to lead the masses onto the road to prosperity, and the comprehensive development of diversified operations is the general direction of rural economic construction. Xingzai, do you see how well Comrade Yang said it?

Xingzi didn't know how to pretend to understand and said, okay, it's good.

Xylophone deliberately raised his tone and continued, Yes, Comrade Yang said it very well. It's like Secretary Shen of our commune and the sour apricot of our village, who recite the Poor Sutra. If you want to let these people be in charge, even if you are poor for three or five lifetimes, it will not be over. Xylophone deliberately raised his voice again, and learned the voice of others, Comrade Yang also said, your problem will be clarified, go back and wait.

Xingzi immediately seized the opportunity to show himself, and said urgently, mother, don't let him fool him.

The xylophone grew more and more excited. She replied a little proudly, "At first, I didn't believe it either." If I don't find out this problem, I won't go back to Xinghua Village. At this time, a comrade came over and said, you have to believe Comrade Yang. I said, "Why?" That comrade said, "Comrade Yongyang will come to your county in a few days to serve as secretary of the county party committee." Mom, dare to love this Comrade Yang is our current parent official. My parents said that I was right, so could it be worse?

Xingzi worked harder to please Dao, and his mother was really good.

The xylophone glanced at the others proudly, and the proud expression hung on her face so obviously.

At this time, Mao Sheng, who had been listless for a long time, also stretched out his ears and listened to the words of the xylophone. In the end, he couldn't help but praise, look at other people's officials, they are bright-minded, and they never wronged a good person.

Xylophone glanced at him smugly, disdainful of reply.

Half a month later, Secretary Shen of the commune came to Xinghua Village in person. He personally presided over a meeting of the whole village party members, and announced on the spot the decision of the commune party committee on the dismissal of Comrade Muqin from the party and the restoration of the post of village cadre. He said bitterly: Comrade Muqin has given us a vivid ideological education lesson with his own practical actions. Our thinking is somewhat old-fashioned and outdated, and we have not kept up with the pace of the times. Secretary Yang of the county party committee said that in the next step, we should step up study, enhance understanding, and carry out a thorough ideological rectification, work style rectification, and team rectification. It is necessary to keep up with the rhythm of the times, let some people get rich first, and lead the masses to run on the road to prosperity together.

No one expected that Secretary Shen's tone would suddenly take a 180-degree turn. The party members clapped a few times and looked directly at the sour apricots. Sour Xing's face was flushed and she was holding a cigarette pouch, and her two hands kept picking at her feet that were getting worse and worse with beriberi.

As soon as the autumn was harvested, the words of Secretary Yang of the county party committee took effect. The county has launched a large-scale rectification activity for grassroots groups. Xinghua Village bore the brunt of the battle, which opened the power struggle between the xylophone and the sour apricot.

Sour Xingdang village party secretary has a history of more than 20 years. His old scheming, the virtuous and benevolent women of the He family, coupled with the intricate factional forces and intrigues between the several major clans in Xinghua Village, made Sour Xing sit firmly on the top spot in Xinghua Village, and the thunder could not move, and the wind and rain could not invade his body. is like a tumbler, no matter how he bumps and touches, he still squats peacefully in the mountain village, calling for wind and rain, and pointing out the country.

Xylophone, who had just tasted the joy of victory and was supported by Secretary Yang of the county party committee, obviously ignored this point. She directly challenged the unbreakable position of Sour Apricot and was determined to compete for the important position of village secretary.

Therefore, such a thought was suddenly born from the moment the xylophone was announced to be reinstated.

She suddenly realized that the Shen secretaries, who were unreachable all day long, were not the incorruptible body of King Kong, let alone the embodiment of truth that could be applied everywhere. Or even their mindset is far behind, and there is such a big gap between them and their own thinking and judgment. She didn't dare to have such arrogant thoughts until she got into it and didn't compare it. However, after a year of painful grinding and helpless running around the wall, she re-examined herself, analyzed herself, and had a new understanding of her ability to analyze, think and judge. She felt that she already had the strength and conditions to go to the next level. First of all, with the recognition and support of the new secretary of the county party committee, her waist suddenly became much stronger, she had sufficient confidence to speak, and she also found a breakthrough in future development. That is, to lead the villagers to open up their courage to find a way to get rich. This is the idea of the above vigorously called, and it is a new path that the villagers eagerly support. Among them, there are no worries and fetters, just look at who starts fast and goes far. Secondly, the unusually performance of sour apricots in the apricot selling incident made her feel cold. She still can't understand that Sour Xing, who has always been regarded as a role model by herself, would take advantage of the fire to help others rectify herself. This is something she couldn't figure out. From this point of view, if Sour Xing continues to be in charge of the power of the village, he will still follow the old routine, and those who are poor will continue to be poor, and those who are affected will continue to be affected. As a result, the girls in the village will continue to run out of the mountains, and the boys in the village will continue to do more urgent and stupid things because they can't find a partner. Third, with the experience of selling apricots, she understood the hidden thoughts of the villagers. They want to make money, but they can't find a way to make money and a leader. In this regard, he already has a certain mass base. I believe that my competition will win the support of the villagers and realize my wishes.

In fact, because of the temporary victory, she had already carried away the sudden excitement and joy. Xylophone overestimated and overestimated himself. The assertion of the first article is undoubtedly correct. However, the positioning of sour apricots has just deviated again. A few years later, with the sound of a cannon on the road construction site and the overwhelming rain of stones pouring down from the sky, Xylophone thoroughly knew the sour apricot, and felt guilty for him from the bottom of his heart. That's of course an afterthought.

The xylophone's competitive methods are extremely naïve and ridiculous. The measure she took was to slip around and win people's hearts. Count here and there the harms of being poor and the benefits of being rich, as well as a whole set of plans for getting rich. That is, the apricot forest will be brought together, the personnel will be centrally managed, and the dividends will be distributed uniformly after the autumn. For this alone, each household has an annual income of 1,800 yuan.

After realizing the sinister intentions of the xylophone, Sour Apricot was really flustered for a while, restless like an ant in a hot pot. Crystal blisters appeared on his lips, hidden in the sparse beard on his lips, like the kernels of raw apricot fruits.

In order to keep his existing status and interests, after a few days of careful consideration, he resolutely attacked. Unlike the xylophone, he chose to go the upper route. After settling a dozen party members in the village, he rushed to the commune day and night.

Obviously, Sour Apricot easily gained the strategic initiative, while Xylophone made a serious tactical mistake. Because, the only people that xylophone can promote and have a good reputation foundation are those women who have eaten and sold the sweetness of apricot fruits. Most of the men couldn't believe the xylophone's red lips and white teeth, and the nonsense of the Arabian Nights was fleeting. All they believe in is land and sweat. Moreover, among the dozen or so party members in the village, only the xylophone was a woman. This doomed her to the fate of failure in this seizure of power.

In the early winter of this year, Sour Xing was re-elected as the secretary of the village party branch with an absolute advantage. At the same time, in accordance with the unified deployment of the commune, the land contract responsibility system was implemented. All fields, utilities and apricot groves were subcontracted to farmers. Even the pickaxes, plows, rakes and other farm tools in the team were distributed to each household, and there was no leftover.

This move surprised and surprised the people of Xinghua Village. Surprisingly, the world is changing so quickly. The land, which was originally the collective property of the state, has rightly entered the threshold of its own house. Surprisingly, the land is the lifeblood of the peasants, and this lifeblood is now being fiddled by themselves. It's like fiddling with your own baby, do whatever you want. It's something you never dreamed of.

In the contracting of fields and apricot groves, the method of drawing lots is adopted. At first glance, this method is the most recognized and fair distribution method for many generations throughout the ages. Everyone has an equal chance, and it's all up to luck. The actual results have made the vast majority of the villagers feel unreasonable. Because, except for the xylophone family, the other village cadres have caught the best fields and apricot groves in the village. Some people suspect that there must be fraud in this. They gathered some people and ran to Sour Xing's house to make trouble.

Sour Xing asked with a smile, is there any evidence?

No one grasped any tricks, so they had to accept their fate and be scattered. They all rushed home without complaint, carefully calculating what grain should be planted in which field at the beginning of spring next year, and how many loads of manure and dung should be carried in which field.

Since the failure to seize power, Xylophone has always had a smile on his face. After the contract, the smile on his face became even more dramatic. The family clearly felt that it was not a happy smile. It gives a very uncomfortable feeling.

After studying it for many days, Zhong Er and Xing Tsai have not been able to figure out the name and meaning of this laugh. Until one day, Zhong'er was sitting in the classroom doing her homework, and Xingzai slammed the classroom door in a hurry. Ignoring the surprise of the students in the room, he held up Teacher Hu's thick dictionary and shouted at Zhong'er, Brother, I know, that's a sneer.

Amid the laughter of the puppies, Zhong Er threw Xingzi out of the classroom in a fit of rage.

The days passed by in the sweet and passionate dreams of the villagers planting grain in the fields and picking up tickets, and when they woke up, it was the apricot season that was harvested for the first time in 1982.

The xylophone, which made a rebellious move two years ago, suddenly became an example for the villagers to follow. The poor, red-eyed villagers followed the example of the xylophone and rushed to the commune station. Of course, they will no longer sneakily come and go as they did back then, but swagger out early and return late. The women who had made amazing moves with the xylophone and were later frightened walked at the front of the line like experienced tour guides. Among them, there is the newly added sour apricot woman. Lan Xiang and Xue'e also took some people to the county to sell.

In this mighty army of apricot sellers, there is no shadow of the xylophone family.

At that time, Jing'er's thief addiction to secretly buying red gauze scarves for Ye'er had already flinched. He had long been clamoring to go to the commune, to the county seat. Maosheng couldn't help it anymore and began to move. made the xylophone stumble sharply, and both of them suddenly wilted.

Xylophone said, what is the hurry. So many people flock to the commune and the county seat, and there are more people selling apricots than buying apricots, can the price go up? All stay honestly. I don't speak, and I see who dares to lift a finger.

Sure enough, neither Maosheng nor Jing'er dared to move a finger of the apricot fruit in their orchard, but they were so anxious that they circled around the yard.

As expected. The whole village of 100 people nailed themselves to the streets of the county seat and the commune station in three steps, one post, five steps and one sentry, shouting in unison and robbing each other of business. According to the standard of living of the people at that time, there were very few people who could afford to pay for this kind of consumption. Although there were piles of people surrounding the apricot fruit stall, marveling at the size and round of the apricot fruit. Ultimately. They still closed their mouths full of saliva and clenched their empty purses. As a result, the villagers had to sell each other at a low price. From a dime to five points, and from five to one point. Some simply sell it for a penny or two pounds. According to their ideas, they can make a little money by selling a catty, and if they don't sell, they won't have a penny. A few women who took the lead scolded directly, damn it, it's a thief. Two years ago, a dime or two was grabbed. Nowadays, I can't sell a penny, and it's really a ghost in broad daylight.

It was only then that the villagers suddenly realized that the xylophone master who had discovered and encouraged the villagers to do this business had actually seen the apricot fruits on the trees that were getting more and more ripe, and had not moved.

One day, after dinner, Lan Xiang and Xue'e led a few women and mothers-in-law to the xylophone's house. Xue'e pretended to be surprised and asked, sister-in-law, the apricots in our village have been sold, why don't you hurry up.

Xylophone put the dishes and chopsticks on the dining table into the basin, scooped up the water, and washed them unhurriedly under the dim kerosene lamp, and said slowly, "Don't worry, the apricot fruits on the tree are not yet ripe."

Huoyazi bared his leaky fangs, and exclaimed, what's the matter, when the apricots are ripe, the ticket will already turn into muddy water with the apricots.

Xylophone laughed. She immediately diverted the conversation and talked nonsense about the short things in the family. A few people couldn't figure out the idea of the xylophone, so they had to retreat.

A few days later, chased by everyone's puzzled eyes, the xylophone set off. She went straight to the city. Two days later, in the morning, Xylophone returned to the dozens of apricot trees contracted by her family, followed by five donkey carts.

Once again, the xylophone regained its former vigor. She instructed the handlebar and the people who followed the car, and poured fruit from the trees. After a whole day's work, dozens of apricot trees were full of five carts of ripe apricot fruits.

After entertaining the visitors for dinner, the xylophone beckoned Jing'er, got on the donkey cart together, and drove out of Xinghua Village with shouting.

The weather was fine that day. After the sun sets, the twilight behind him is like a cloak and shrouded in the vibrant earth, transparent and hazy. Xinghua Village, together with the apricot forests all over the field, looks gentle and magical. The villagers all gathered at the entrance of the village, looking at the back of the xylophone that was gradually blurring, and there was a strange look in their eyes.

The xylophone is once again in the limelight. Once again, the villagers appreciated the extraordinary aspect of the xylophone, that is, shrewdness.

The reason why she did not rush to set foot in the market of the county seat and the commune was that on the one hand, the market demand was too small, and on the other hand, the apricot fruit was not yet ripe, and it was not easy to export it in large quantities. Once the apricots are fully ripe, she will go to the city alone. The demand in the city is much greater than in the hometown. Moreover, she had spent four or five days in the city, and she was no stranger to the situation there. Moreover, in order to rush to make a deal, the villagers had already wasted the half-ripe apricot fruit. At this time, their own fruits have become a sought-after commodity, avoiding the threat of competition. So, this time, let the xylophone really sell for a good price.

With hundreds of tickets in his arms, the xylophone happily returned to the envious and jealous eyes of the villagers. The villagers recognized Zhenfu as shrewd, and they all said to Sour Xing sourly, this woman, this woman is simply a personal essence, no one wants to fight her. The sour apricot didn't say anything. He picked at his feet with his hands, and his face was red and white. Zhenfu consciously lost his words and slipped back home.

This matter was specially told to her by Huoyazi to the xylophone house. She leaned into the ear of the xylophone again and said softly, My old ghost also said that although he is a good person, he is not good at his ability. Originally, when it was not allowed to make money, no one had this mind. Now, the above has let us go to make money, and Sour Apricot has not found a way to make money, and is still working as hard as before. It seems that this road is not going to work. If Sour Xing had half of his sister-in-law's ability, it would be great.

As he spoke, the breath gushing out from between his teeth blew the fine hair on the sideburns of the xylophone's ears erratic.

The xylophone just laughed quietly and didn't make a sound. She knew in her heart that her act of selling apricots this time was enough to make the people of Xinghua Village unable to sleep for half a night.

In the days that followed, all the words and deeds of the xylophone were under the gaze of the people of Xinghua Village. Some women always like to run to her house when they have nothing to do, talking about poverty, talking about money, and pulling their daughters to marry their cubs. After saying that, they left with peace of mind. The reason why they were relieved was because they saw that Xylophone was busy working in the responsible fields or doing housework all day long, and there were no plans and actions to make money. Gradually, the men also moved the place of chatting from the door of Sour Xing's house to the gate of the xylophone's house after dinner, which made the front of her house suddenly more lively than the team headquarters. All of this is because of the allure of a few hundred dollars.

Until many years later, when Zhong'er was determined to sort out the history of Xinghua Village, he still couldn't figure it out. Almost overnight, both men and women, old and young, suddenly put aside the sour apricots who had worked hard for them for more than 20 years, and all of them willingly belonged to the command of Xylophone, who was just the head of a village woman. The simple and loyal character unique to the mountain people, under the inspiration of money, collapsed in an instant, and irrefutably gradually lost its original attributes and characteristics.

Although it has been said before, the people in the mountains have never seen the world after all, and they can't withstand the slightest external stimulation.

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.

The public grain of the Muqin family was carried over by several village cadres. At this time, a stout middle-aged man walked out of the office. He first reached out and touched the peanuts in the bag, all of which were large and round of fine color. I picked up another one, put it in my mouth and chewed it. Then, he smiled with satisfaction and said loudly to the people watching the excitement around him, "Fellow villagers, the peasants pay the public grain for farming, and the workers pay for the profits, this is the right given to us by the party and the government, and it is also the obligation that we should fulfill. Everyone knows that when the system of collective ownership, the brigade had to hand over the state grain every year. Nowadays, in order to make our peasants rich as soon as possible, the government has introduced this land contract policy to enrich the people. This year's harvest is good, we can't patronize our own small family and forget about the country. I heard that many villagers are climbing the xylophone house. Now, the xylophone family's public grain has been delivered, and the quality is good. Don't wait, everybody. Our Xinghua Village pays public grain, which is the first in the county this year. Everyone has to give the whole county a good start.

It's still the kind of voice that is mild and quite harsh.

Seeing the lively crowd stir for a moment, it suddenly dispersed, and the front of the brigade office was suddenly much more empty. After a while, a noisy voice came. Then, the villagers helped the old and the young to carry the grain bags to the scales. The sour apricots, Maolin and Zhenfu were immediately so busy that their feet were facing the sky.

The middle-aged man said to Secretary Shen, Old Shen, you have to find out the ins and outs of this matter. And write it into written materials and report it directly to me. If the situation is true, it must be dealt with seriously.

Secretary Shen wiped the fine sweat on his forehead with a handkerchief, and nodded frequently, Secretary Yang, please rest assured. The commune immediately set up a working group to station in the village and resolutely investigate the matter thoroughly. At the same time, we must also learn a lesson and ensure that nothing like this will happen again.

Under the awe-inspiring gaze of the villagers, the jeep drove away with the middle-aged man and a few public security officers.

The villagers all speculated behind their backs that this middle-aged man named Secretary Yang must be the secretary of the county party committee that Muqin had mentioned. Otherwise, Secretary Shen of the commune would not have been scared of that bear. Mao Lin later confirmed that this Secretary Yang is the current secretary of the new county party committee.

That night, there was a lot of commotion in the brigade office all night. There was an endless stream of villagers who handed over the public grain until dawn.

Early the next morning, a few people from the commune came. Under the leadership of Yang Xiande, they moved into the brigade office. The xylophone also returned home on the day the working group landed.

In the next few days, the xylophone was called into the brigade office day and night. At the same time, there were some villagers who were called. Xylophone's face has always been unsightly, and he is reluctant to speak. Everyone in the family was afraid of her, but they couldn't hide from her.

For a few days, Mao Sheng didn't have the heart to work, and wandered around the east and west courtyards like a frightened bird all day long. He muttered in his mouth, it's terrible, the baby is breaking the law and going to prison. How can it be done, how can it be done. What kind of power to fight, what kind of official. If she dares to fight for power and become an official, I will break her dog's legs.

At first, Jing'er didn't care. After a long time, their hearts are also hairy. Jing'er asked, what law did my mother violate, what law did she violate?

Mao Sheng was silent for most of the day, and he couldn't tell what law the xylophone violated.

Things are finally figuring it out.

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

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

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

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

Secretary Shen nodded frequently, like a chicken pecking rice.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

In the winter of 1982, the cold wind broke in from time to time through the Beishan Pass, passed through the branches of the apricot trees that were as dry as iron teeth and claws, and whistled over the Apricot Blossom Village. It reminds the people of Xinghua Village from time to time that winter is still lingering, and spring is still far away.

After the omissions and impulses that supported the xylophone to come to power, it was accompanied by new uneasiness and confusion. This kind of uneasiness and confusion was first manifested in the village leadership group.

The so-called "once a son of heaven and a courtier" is the law followed by most rulers throughout the ages, and Maolin and Zhenfu are the most clear. They all clamped their tails and cautiously followed the xylophone from place to place. looked at Xylophone's face and acted, but he refused to take the initiative to bear a heavy burden with his thick shoulders. Clear-eyed people know that what Maolin is afraid of is not the xylophone, but the support behind the xylophone, Secretary Yang of the county party committee. Besides, the aftermath of the sour apricot has not yet dissipated, and it is still wandering around in people's minds. Most of the party members who participated in the voting ran to Sour Xing and explained that one of the two votes was cast by me, or I still rely on the old branch secretary, and I have a bottom in my heart, and others are afraid that they will not be reliable. The consequence of this situation of disheartened people is that the order cannot be made, the order is difficult to stop, and it directly gives the xylophone who has just been in power a slap in the head. This is the first instruction issued by the xylophone - the decision to collect the apricot forest, centralized management, and unified dividends, which was indignant and slandered by the villagers.

In just over a year, although the villagers have suffered the failure of selling apricots, they have tasted more of the sweetness brought by the contract responsibility system for joint production. The bulging grain grains in the responsible fields are full of empty grain hoards in the past. Most families dare to use the word "solid" to flaunt their family background. The real villagers originally hoped that the xylophone would come to power and bring them more food and the opportunity to fill their still empty pockets. Xylophone did the opposite and ordered the apricot grove to be recovered. From this, it can be inferred that the second step will be to recover the grain fields that have been allocated. If you push it again, it will bring the villagers back to the embarrassing times of the past. This is unacceptable to the villagers, let alone unimaginable.

On the night of the first villagers' meeting presided over by Muqin, as soon as he put down his rice bowl, a room of women and old people gathered in Muqin's house. They persuaded or shouted or threatened to force the xylophone to retract his life. Later, when Xylophone talked about this to Zhong Er, who had graduated from college and worked in the county, his eyes flashed with tears. It can be seen that the events at that time touched the xylophone deeply.

Mu Qin said that she explained over and over again to the villagers the benefits of centralized management and the disadvantages of decentralized management. However, no one wants to believe it.

The sour jujube lady shouted in a high voice, his sister-in-law, this forest is the lifeblood of our village, and it has been cared for by more than ten generations of people in our village. You only talk about centralized management, so who will be in charge, how to divide the dividends, and who will take the big head. The hard-earned money of the big guys can't be enjoyed by just a few people.

As a result, from persuasion, to shouting, to intimidation, the situation of xylophone became more and more unfavorable.

Just when the glue could not be opened, Mao Sheng unexpectedly stood up from the wall. Facing a group of menacing villagers, he said indignantly, second aunt, speak with your conscience. The cub's mother is dedicated to the big guys, risking the risk of going to prison, and taking us to find a way to make money, isn't her heart right? If the cubs really cheat the big guys, I'm willing to sell this house, these cubs, and it's not possible to accompany the big guys.

Someone whispered, we don't lack cubs, and we don't want houses, just forests.

Mao Sheng's face flushed, and a terrifying sentence finally came out of his thick lips that had been trembling for a long time. He said, if we do something bad with our hearts, in the future, we will let Jing'er become a family and have sperm.

Like a dull thunderbolt, it exploded in the elder's brain. Forty-two years ago, the night wind once again swirled and shivered, swelling in the hearts of the elderly. The older generation can't listen to such a gambling curse, and they won't doubt the sincerity and weight of the honest Mao Sheng who dares to say this. The elderly got up and left their seats like a rout, clutching their hearts, and scattered in a hurry, rushing to their homes. When the women saw that the backer was gone, they had to stop nagging and retreating.

The man who can turn the danger into a disaster and extricate the xylophone from the embarrassing situation is the man who has always opposed the xylophone and resolutely separated for nearly a few months because of his opposition to her, and the xylophone has been greatly comforted. She then gave birth to an indescribable gratitude to Mao Sheng, just as Mao Sheng was grateful to the xylophone for moving back with him. After all, it was the thin shoulders of the xylophone, in Maosheng's thick and strong chest, that finally resisted the wind, frost, snow and rain that hit the cold air on the winter night of 1982.

At this point, Xylophone no longer conceited superiority and gratuitously contempt for any fault or accusation of Mao Sheng. That night, full of gratitude, Xylophone took the roll of cover that Mao Sheng had placed in the pot house back to the hall house, and put Mao Sheng back on the big bed in the house. For the first time, she took the initiative to fulfill the obligations of a wife for her husband, compensating for Maosheng's emptiness and anxiety for months.

A few days later, Xylophone invited a middle-aged man with glasses from the city. He said that he was a technician from the Municipal Tea and Fruit Technology Promotion Center, who came to teach the village people the management of the apricot forest. Xylophone called him Qin technician.

Qin technicians belong to the type of intellectuals through and through. This can be seen at a glance by the villagers. The fair-skinned complexion, the weak and thin figure, and the amiable face give people a feeling that harmony is precious and indisputable. Coupled with a pair of black-edged myopia glasses as thick as the bottom of a bottle that cover half of his face, he looks like a complete nerd. Compared with Mr. Hu, it seems that he is much more knowledgeable. It's just a little lamb, a big ploughing cow, the difference is big.

There are no spare rooms in the office of the village brigade. Muqin took Technician Qin back to his home, settled in the West Courtyard, and lived with Jing'er. Dinner is at her house. Zhong'er and Xingzai were forced to move back to the East House, so as not to affect Technician Qin's work and rest.

Jing'er seemed to have gained a lot of glory, running back and forth to help Technician Qin carry the bookcase and carry the luggage, and also gave the big red date wood bed that she was going to use to marry her daughter-in-law to Technician Qin, and she slept on a bed made of wooden planks temporarily. Xylophone also asked Mao Sheng to move the big Eight Immortals table in the family to the window in the West House, and use it as a desk. Jing'er diligently turned out a box of books from Technician Qin and placed them neatly on the table.

Those who expressed great enthusiasm for the arrival of Technician Qin, in addition to Xylophone and Jing'er, counted Xingzi. He ran back and forth around the back of the adult's buttocks, intent on interfering to show his affection for the guest. He couldn't do things like making beds and setting up books. Xingzi took matters into her own hands, put the best kerosene cover lamp in the east room on the desk, and picked up a rag to wipe the table and wipe the lampshade. Accidentally, he actually broke a big gap in the lampshade.

Mao Sheng was distressed. He raised his leg and kicked Xingzai, scolding, loser, this is bought by money.

Xingzai's face was dejected. He lowered his eyelids and retreated to the corner in disappointment, not daring to say anything more.

Among all the members of the xylophone family, only Mao Sheng expressed disapproval of Technician Qin's arrival. Xylophone led Technician Qin to his home, and Maosheng remained silent. When he was asked to move the table, he was extremely reluctant. It's just that because of the face of the guests, it's hard to say anything.

When he heard that Xylophone was going to arrange for Technician Qin to have dinner at his house, Mao Sheng couldn't help but say, Technician Qin, I have a lot of cubs in my house, and it's a mess. Don't you think so?

Technician Qin replied with a smile, don't dislike it. I also have babies at home, four. I like it, and I would like to play with the babies the most.

- The food is terrible, too.

The smile on Technician Qin's face grew. He replied, "Brother, as long as I can fill my stomach, I will be content, and I want some good food." I will pay the daily food fee on a monthly basis, so don't worry.

Xylophone was in a hurry. She glared at Mao Sheng fiercely and said, Look at what Technician Qin said, why do you talk about the two families. If you have food from my house, you won't be hungry. Jing'er's father has a big needle-tip heart, don't go to your heart.

Technician Qin laughed and said, laughing, laughing. You'll recognize it.

With an embarrassed look on his face, Mao Sheng silently withdrew from Westinghouse.

After the door of the east courtyard creaked a few times, there was a dull sound of a dilapidated and dull sound of a kiln colliding with a stone. Xylophone lamented in his heart the short life of the newest and best rice bowl in the whole family. She had bought it from the market only last week.

Since then, Technician Qin has lived and eaten at the xylophone house. During the day, Xylophone and Maolin took Jing'er and accompanied Technician Qin to soak in the apricot forest at the foot of the mountain in front of the village. In the evening, under the kerosene cover lamp with a gap, Technician Qin and Jing'er held a few brick-thick books, and talked in the middle of the night.

Half a month later, Xylophone convened a meeting of all the villagers, saying that there was important work to be arranged. This is the second villagers' meeting since Xylophone came to power.

With the disturbance of the first meeting, the villagers were worried about whether the meeting was to reclaim the apricot groves and then take back the fields. It's a big deal for every family. Therefore, all the adults and children in the village arrived on time, and the whole courtyard of the brigade was shaken. There are also many people who can't squeeze into the courtyard, so they are crowded at the gate impenetrable.

It was a cold day, and the howling north wind went straight into the cuffs of people's clothes. The compound was full of people, steaming, and more lively than the New Year. The cubs are like fish, burrowing here and there, burrowing into the ground, chasing and playing in the cracks of people, and there are pieces of screaming, scolding, and fighting.

In front of the venue was a dark and mottled table. There were three people squeezed on the table, Xylophone, Mao Lin and Qin Technician.

Xylophone stood up, opened his throat and shouted, everyone be quiet, let's have a meeting.

At the venue, the adults exchanged heads and ears, and the babies and cubs danced and frolicked. In the midst of such noise, the sound of the xylophone is like a pebble thrown into a pond, without much ripple. The xylophone shouted several times, but the venue did not mean to be quiet at all.

Xylophone turned around and said something to Mao Lin, who was sitting next to him, meaning to let Mao Lin maintain order in the venue. Mao Lin's head turned left and right, and finally found Zhenfu nested in the crowd in front of him. He shouted, "Uncle, you tell the big guy to be quiet, let's have a meeting."

Zhenfu immediately stood up, tied his two arms, and turned in circles back and forth like a hen predatoring and shouted, Calm down, let's have a meeting...... Summer solstice, official seal, you two cubs shut up the dog's mouth......

After tossing for half a meal, the venue was quiet, and Zhenfu was already sweat-stained and panting.

Xylophone first introduced Technician Qin to the villagers. Technician Qin stood up politely and nodded respectfully to the villagers. There was no reaction from the villagers. The people of the mountains did not know that they needed to applaud a few times in this scene as a sign of welcome. They just listened stupidly, staring at each other with straight necks, and secretly whispered comments on this big man invited from the big city.

Technician Qin didn't seem to be fully mentally prepared, and sat down awkwardly. His face was visibly red, all the way to his neck.

Xylophone looked at Technician Qin a little helplessly, and shouted at the crowd of black pressure, Now, let's have a meeting. A few days ago, we had a meeting, and we wanted to bring the forest together, and the brigade would send someone to manage it, and the big guys would share a share. Although many people have ideas, they are afraid that the management will be bad, the dividends will be unfair, and there will be no good results. Here, our branch committee made a special study and made a special trip to the city to invite the city's famous Qin technicians to help us with management, technology, and teaching methods. Technician Qin left his family business behind to help us develop the economy. The big guys are going to treat him like their own family.

At this time, there was a commotion in the crowd. Talking to each other, there was a "buzzing" discussion. In particular, a few women sitting around the sour jujube woman chirped like magpies. Several people also let out shrill laughter from time to time.

The xylophone stretched out his hands and pressed them in the air, finally suppressing the "buzzing" sound. She also said, our branch committee thinks, experts are invited, and a group of people must follow to learn. You have to be a literate and intelligent person to learn quickly and understand. After research, the people of Uncle Sour Xing's family in our village, Uncle Zhenfu's foreign company, the official seal of the Maoqing family, the summer solstice and Jing'er of the Four Seasons family were drawn out, and a technical group was formed with Qin technicians. Let the captain Maolin take the lead, and learn and work at the same time. Each production team selected two people to manage the apricot grove together. Nowadays, although the fields have been contracted to the households, and the production team is in name only, once the forest is concentrated, it is still a big collective. A few more people to manage it is easy to manage and fair. Their remuneration is drawn from the dividends at the end of the year according to the lost work allowance.

Then, Xylophone explained many details of the centralized management of the apricot forest. She spoke for two hours in one breath.

It should be said that in the implementation of this management plan, the xylophone was carefully planned for many days. It is also thoughtful, including personnel, management, remuneration, dividends and so on, all of which are not missing. The analysis is also reasonable, showing all the talents of a high school student.

Undoubtedly, the planning of the xylophone has given most people a "reassurance". The issue of dividends that the villagers are worried about also has a clear statement. Whether it is reasonable or not, after all, the public component is greater than the private. However, is it really as she said, there are such good prospects, there is so much money, waiting to be stuffed into her pocket, but the villagers have no bottom in their hearts. While the xylophone was speaking, a few people secretly muttered something, and a trace of doubt appeared on their faces from time to time.

The sour apricot hid in the corner behind the crowd, gulping down the spicy and choking dry smoke. He listened sullenly, his face gloomy. Except for filling the cigarette pouch pot with foam, his body basically maintains a posture. Like a gray statue, squatting steadily. Sometimes, the people around him also turned around, craned their necks, and leaned into his ear to whisper something. The sour apricot didn't react, causing the speaker to twist back in an uninteresting way, ignoring him.

Fortunately, the xylophone did not mention the matter of closing the fields. This made the villagers breathe a sigh of relief. As long as you don't concentrate the fields, the dung and manure that you are busy carrying into the fields this year have just begun to exert yourself, and next year will definitely produce more grain than this year. With food, the villagers have a foundation in their hearts. As for the apricot forest, let the xylophones make a fuss. It's done, and everyone is stained. If you don't get it right, you won't have to worry about selling apricots this year.

Unconsciously, a thin line of rain fell from the sky and quietly fell on the crowd all over the courtyard. At first, people didn't care, just pulled their ears and listened to the xylophone impassionedly depicting the charming foreground of the apricot forest, as if stacks of tickets flashed in front of them. Gradually, people unconsciously put their hands in their sleeves, shrugged their shoulders tightly, and shrunk their necks. Occasionally, when I touch the surface of my clothes, I feel cold and wet. I don't know who said something out of their mouths,, it's raining this day. caused a burst of laughter from the people around him. At this time, people raised their heads and looked left and right. Cow wool rain was drifting unhurriedly in the air, and the shabby clothes were stained with rain.

With this burst of light-hearted laughter, Maolin finally announced that the villagers' meeting had dispersed. The villagers rushed out of the village compound and rushed back to their dilapidated but warm homeyard.

Xylophone didn't feel cold. She spoke for most of the day, emotional, in a good mood, and her cheeks were crimson. In the thin rain wrap, there were small hot sweats coming out from both sides of the nose fan. Mao Lin and Technician Qin were thinly dressed, and they were sitting alone on the stage, already shrunk into a ball of cold. Especially Technician Qin, who has experienced the infiltration of the cold rain in this mountain. His lips had turned purple-black, and the two rows of teeth were bumping up and down uncontrollably, making a slight "gurgling" sound.

As soon as the meeting ended, Mao Lin didn't care about instructing other village cadres to clean up the venue, and rushed to move the table and pull the stool as if he was urging. It is good to use the activities of big movements to drive away the cold air all over the body. Technician Qin couldn't intervene, so he shrank aside, just wiping the drops of clear snot that flowed out of his nostrils.

It was only then that Xylophone realized his mistake and forgot to take care of the guests from the big city. She hurriedly asked Jing'er to take off her torn shirt and put it on Technician Qin. Accompany him home again and ask Mao Sheng to cook a bowl of ginger soup to drink. Technician Qin said that he didn't wear Jing'er's clothes. He trembled and followed Jing'er home.

When Xylophone returned home, Mao Sheng had already prepared a large pot of steaming noodles. Zhong'er and Xingzi vigorously picked up the garlic, and there was already a big bowl full.

Xylophone asked, why didn't you cook ginger soup?

Mao Sheng replied that there was no ginger at home. Eating more garlic and noodles can also make you feel cold.

There is really no ginger left in the house. Maosheng also asked Zhong'er to go to the neighbors to borrow it, but there was none. Families are not extravagant enough to spend limited money to buy spices such as pepper and ginger in order to improve their diet. The little ginger in her house was still asked for by the canteen master when Xylophone went to a meeting in the commune for dinner.

Xylophone was a little displeased, but didn't say anything. She asked Technician Qin with concern what was going on. Technician Qin, who was sitting at the entrance of the stove hall and wrapped in a yellow military coat, smiled, snorted and said, It's okay, it's much better.

By this time, Mao Sheng had already brought the noodles to the table. A thick smell of heat suddenly filled the room. In the cold wind whistling outside the house, it makes people feel the warmth and comfort of home.

After Muqin brought a large bowl of noodles stirred with thick garlic foam to Technician Qin, and served it to Maosheng and himself, Jing'er and a few cubs hurriedly started to grab the noodles in their bowls.

After a year of hard work, even though the family has plenty of food, it is not enough to eat pasta regularly. Especially on this cold day, the aroma of noodles has already caused the stomach and intestines that lack oil and vinegar to burn and shrink and scream. Jing'er muttered quietly, I'm fighting. Both Zhong'er and Xingzi are worried about the possible consequences of Jing'er's thoughts. As a result, this scramble has a fierce intensity that has been accumulating strength for a long time and suddenly bursts out. It wasn't until Maosheng glared fiercely at Jing'er, who was as undignified as a hungry ghost in front of the guests, that this embarrassing behavior changed slightly.

In the blink of an eye, a large basin of dry noodles had long since disappeared. As a result, Jing'er poured the last bit of leftover soup into his stomach and burped with satisfaction. Zhong'er's belly was bulging like a ball. When you move a little, you get a dull ache. Perhaps, Xingzi and Zhong'er have the same feelings. Xingzi was clumsy when he was hunched over, and it is estimated that his stomach was also bulging into a ball.

The family was reluctant to move, lazily leaning on the stool, listening to the xylophone and Technician Qin talking about the many aspects of forest management and the division of labor of personnel. Mao Sheng sat quietly on the sidelines, smoking dry tobacco with taste. There is a warm atmosphere in the room, which gives people a sense of stability and happiness.

There was a sound of footsteps outside the house, and the full moon sucked in and pushed the door in. Xylophone hurriedly got up and gave up his seat.

Full Moon sat down and asked, have you cooked ginger soup for Technician Qin. After learning that there was no, she said again, where is this, the people in the city are delicate and delicate, how can they resist the cold air blowing in the mountains.

Technician Qin smiled and said, how can it be so delicate, it will be much better this time.

Full Moon Road, be careful. I still have a few pieces of ginger at home. After a while, I'll bring it to you to cook a bowl and drink, and it's okay to keep it.

Technician Qin hurriedly said no, so he got up and said goodbye, and went to the West Courtyard with Jing'er.

The full moon and the xylophone are rippling again. She said that how good the meeting was today, it was all in the eyes of everyone. It's also well arranged, and I haven't heard anyone say anything about it. Xylophone knew that she had nothing to do but go to the Three Treasures Palace. Here it is, there must be something. Just waiting for her to speak.

Sure enough, after chatting for a while, Full Moon whispered, his aunt, I don't know how to say something.

Xylophone hurriedly replied, if you have anything to say, just say it.

Full Moon twisted a little and said, My Zhu'er, this cub, will cry and wipe away tears with me when he comes home, I don't want to join the science and technology group with Jing'er and them to learn some skills. I pondered, although Zhu'er only went to junior high school for a few days, he insisted that the poor family would be dragged down, and he would go back before he finished school. But he's a junior high school student anyway. Let him learn from Technician Qin, okay.

Xylophone brushed his hair in embarrassment and didn't speak for a long time. There was a moment of silence in the room. The xylophone's expression embarrassed the full moon.

The full moon stared at the xylophone like a pug looking up at its master and begging for a bone. She held her lips for a long time, but she was still very careful, and said softly, his aunt, just pity us and my mother. Xigui went, and the pillars of the family were counting on the pillars. When the pillar enters, he will do it with you. If you tell him to stand, he will not dare to squat.

Xylophone sighed and said, his aunt, it's not that I shouldn't, it's that I'm afraid everyone shouldn't. Today's meeting has been decided, and after a meal, I changed my hexagram again, so let's see us. This matter of the forest, everyone is still confused. If we have to make a fork again, who knows what will happen in the future. I also thought about Zhu'er at the beginning, but I thought he was still a little younger, so I didn't decide on him. In a few days, when things are clear and people are needed, I'll let Zhu'er in first, okay.

Full Moon bowed her head in disappointment. She tugged at the placket of her clothes with her cracked black hand, and said quietly, his aunt, my mother and I can rely on you. If it doesn't work, it's just in your words. There's really no way for me to do it. Before the words fell, a teardrop the size of a bean rolled down the dirty placket of the color that could no longer be seen.

Shigeru became uneasy. He couldn't see a woman crying the most in his life. As soon as he saw the woman crying, he was overwhelmed.

Regarding this, many years later, Zhong'er, who was determined to write a biography for Xinghua Village, confidently admitted that the right to make this discovery should belong to him first. The reason is that in his house, there has never been a woman's cry. A woman like xylophone has a harder heart than a man. Even the few gambling quarrels with Mao Sheng, and even the fact that she almost lifted the table and smashed the bowl when she was emotional, it never caused her to tears. Therefore, Maosheng's compassion for women has never had a chance to be brought into play. The first to get this opportunity was a few years ago. Mao Lin and his family fought for some reason, and their heads were bleeding. The snow moth was beaten and his nose was blue and his face was swollen. The worst thing is still Maolin. His face, neck, chest, and back were all scratched with blood marks. Moreover, he suffered a severe crotch injury and walked crookedly for several days. However, the snow moth still did not give up. She came to the xylophone, who was the women's director at the time, and tears and snot were thrown all over the house. She told how Maolin bullied her and tortured her at night, not treating her as a human being. Mao Sheng blushed at first, and then couldn't help the tears of the snow moth, so he hid in the west courtyard in a panic. When I entered the hospital, my face was covered with wet tears. At that time, Zhong Er had just sneaked into the West House from the East Courtyard alone, wanting to see if the red scarf that Jing'er had bought for Ye Er was really as good as Xing Zai said. Therefore, this secret is only known to him, and even Xingzi has never said it.

At this time, Mao Sheng moved his body, looked at the xylophone, and motioned with his eyes to quickly change her decision, in order to comfort this poor woman who had been widowed at a young age and had been helpless for many years.

Xylophone glared at Mao Sheng fiercely, as if he thought he was nosy with rats. She still didn't squeak.

The atmosphere inside the house was dreary. The choking sound of the full moon hit everyone's hearts heavily and refracted them on everyone's faces. Mao Sheng's face was helpless, and the xylophone was expressionless. Apricot writhed impatiently on the stool, occasionally slanting at the full moon. This went on for a long time.

It is clear that this outcome will not change again.

The full moon slowly stopped choking. She wiped her old face with her shabby sleeves, stood up helplessly, and silently withdrew from the room. In fact, she is not old, only about forty years old.

Xylophone sent her to the gate apologetically, but she really couldn't find any words of comfort.

This matter seems to be over, and we can only wait for the opportunity that Xylophone said will need manpower in a few days. In fact, otherwise, within a few days, Zhu'er was content to blend into the technical team, hanging behind Technician Qin's ass like a fart, and went out early and returned late to run around.

It's no wonder that xylophone broke its promise. Or finally let the tears of the full moon soften the heart, and for a moment sympathy replaced reason, and forgot the authority of the branch committee's decision to the back of the head. Xylophones are not such people. Sometimes, her heart is harder than a stone, like a cold-blooded animal. The actual situation was that the full moon soaked Technician Qin's heart like mud with tears. Xylophone would never dare to offend Technician Qin, even though she had to risk being poked in the back by everyone.

According to Jing'er, after the full moon left the East Courtyard, she returned to her home with a desperate mood of wanting to cry without tears. Of course, Zhu'er wanted to know the result, so he asked one after another. The full moon was speechless, so she hugged the head of the pillar and cried bitterly. Such a scene was often played out in the years following his death. Every time this happens, it's when the two of them are alone. In most cases, it is Zhu'er who comforts her mother, calms her down first, and then ponders some confidence and ideas to live to face those unknown difficulties and challenges in the future. This time, Zhu'er's heart was cold to the bottom first. He cried to himself, more sad and desperate than the full moon cried. Even, he broke free from Full Moon's arm and wanted to run out of the house. This scares the full moon enough. She clasped Zhu'er's arm and didn't let go, and mechanically repeated a sentence, Mother thinks of a way, Mother thinks of a way.

Zhu'er won't be easily deceived. He said desperately, who would dare to respond to what the eldest mother should not do.

This sentence, on the contrary, reminds of the full moon. Suddenly there was a flash of lightning in her almost numb brain, and she said, cub, listen to your mother, go and light the fire. Your aunt doesn't pity us, there will be people who will pity us.

After saying that, she went to the stove and carefully found a few pieces of ginger from a hole in the soil, which the mother and wife regarded as treasures. She gently wiped the dust off it with her hands and put back a large chunk. She washed the remaining ginger, chopped it into fine pieces, and in a short time cooked a large bowl of ginger soup. She rummaged through the cabinets again, found a little brown sugar, and concocted a sweet and spicy ginger soup. Full Moon put the ginger soup into the kettle, carried the kettle in his arms, and went straight to the west courtyard of the xylophone house.

At that time, Technician Qin had already gone to bed and covered his body with two thick quilts. The extra quilt was brought by the xylophone, wanting to make Technician Qin sweat so as not to suffer from the cold. Don't you know, it's Maosheng's quilt. There is one less quilt, and Mao Sheng can only squeeze into a quilt with the xylophone. Mao Sheng didn't complain at all, and even unexpectedly took the initiative to send his quilt to the West Courtyard. He also said some nice words of comfort, it was really the sun coming out of the west. After coming back, he also said to Xylophone with a smile that the people in the city are pampered and can't withstand the wind and cold in the mountains. From now on, let him cover two quilts. Let's squeeze into a bed and sleep warmer. Xylophone glared at him coquettishly, silent.

Jing'er hadn't gone to bed yet, she was lying on the table of the Eight Immortals, looking at the pile of books brought by Technician Qin, with the kerosene lamp with the gap.

The unexpected visit of the full moon made Technician Qin very embarrassed. I want to get dressed, but it's inconvenient. Lying in bed, and rude. He could only half-bow and greet her.

The full moon came at an inopportune time. She had to pick up the words she thought of flatteringly and flattering along the way, and trembled a few words. I wanted to say a few more sad words and squeeze a few tears out, but it didn't work out.

Jing'er didn't know whether she was tired of her because she came to disturb her reading in the middle of the night, or if she was worried that Technician Qin would catch a cold again, so she sent her away impatiently. Full Moon didn't even have time to mention Zhu'er's name, let alone mention joining the technical group.

This time, the full moon is Wang Ba's heart for eating scales. Maybe it's about the future of the pillar of life, no matter how great the embarrassment and humiliation are, it won't destroy the only courage and hope in her heart that can support her life.

The next day, she pretended to go up the mountain to collect firewood, and followed far behind the group of technical team members led by Technician Qin, who were like phoenixes among the proud birds among the people, and ran up and down the mountain all morning. Finally, during the noon break, Full Moon mustered up the courage to come forward and talk to Technician Qin. She blushed her face again, and pulled Technician Qin to a place a little farther away, so that she poured out all the words she had thought about last night in an orderly manner, and her voice was full of whimpering tears. Even, she grabbed Technician Qin's hand several times and wanted to kneel down for him.

Technician Qin had never seen such a formation. Moreover, behind him, a group of young eyeballs were shooting back and forth like searchlights. His heart softened first, and even his legs shook involuntarily. He blushed and said in a panic, big sister, don't do this. I'll help you out. If it doesn't work, I'll give you a good word.

After that, he left the full moon that was still choking, hurried back, and said to Jing'er, who was peeking with his eyes, let's go to the other side of the mountain to have a look. In a panic, he fled first.

Qin technicians are people who keep their promises. When he returned that night, he told the xylophone about the full moon. He also said that with such a large apricot grove, the technical team is indeed too small.

The xylophone didn't squeak for a long time.

At this time, Mao Sheng couldn't help but interject as well. He also seemed to have a cold, his nose was mubbling, and a stream of water kept dripping down his nostrils. It seems that he didn't necessarily have much warmth last night, and tonight he will definitely force Xylophone and Technician Qin to return his quilt. For this, Zhong'er secretly made a bet with Xingzai. Zhong'er bet that he would get the quilt back. Xingzi bet that he wouldn't ask for it, and would compete with his mother for a quilt to sleep on. The gambling money is to hit ten chestnuts on the forehead of the loser.

Mao Sheng said, and Technician Qin said the same. The orphan and the widow looked strange and pitiful.

Xylophone replied angrily, if you are pitiful, go with her.

Shigeru's face suddenly turned red to his neck. He stood up unnaturally, as if looking for something, and then came out of the house in disguise.

Xylophone repeated what he had said to the full moon last night. She has repeatedly emphasized that if there is another person in the future, it will be Zhu'er's, and it will never be the second person. Technician Qin's nerdy anger came up. He insisted that he should be let in recently. Otherwise, this winter pruning will be delayed, but it will affect next year's output.

Xylophone hesitated for a long time, but finally compromised. She said, "Then let him go in two days." Be an errand helper first, regardless of volunteering. Wait for the winter shear to come up, and then officially include it.

Technician Qin smiled childishly. He also talked to the xylophone about the results of today's inspection and the idea of the next winter pruning, and planned to start training pruning techniques and other work in three or two days. After saying this, he returned to the west courtyard as relieved. Don't you know how many incidents he has caused by his relaxation, and the full moon's gratitude to him.

Before going to bed, Zhong'er kept hoping that Maosheng would speak as soon as possible, and ask his mother to ask for his quilt, or ask for it himself. However, Mao Sheng didn't even mention a word about the quilt, and still covered a quilt with a xylophone. Moreover, the two fought for half a quilt, so that the already old and decaying bed "creaked" non-stop, annoying to death.

The next day, Zhong'er had to obediently let Xingzi beat ten vicious chestnuts, so that his forehead was flushed.

Four Seasons and Lan Xiang couldn't imagine a good thing in the sky, but overnight, unexpectedly befell on the roof of their house.

Just as Technician Qin led the technical team and some villagers to carry out the busy stage of soil and fertilizer management in the apricot forest and winter pruning day and night, the recruitment work organized by the commune had also begun.

The people of Xinghua Village don't care much about the matter of the baby being a soldier. It's not that the villagers are unwilling to let the baby cub become a soldier, but they never had the luxury of expecting their baby cub to become a soldier.

Since more than 30 years ago, ** went into the deep mountains, captured a group of elite men including Mao Sheng's father, and became unknown soldiers, Xinghua Village has never been a soldier. The Commune carried out conscription every year. However, how could such a good thing be the turn of Xinghua Village. Even if the school-age youths outside the mountain are all gone, I'm afraid it won't be the turn of the people of Xinghua Village.

Every year, no matter how the commune yells, no matter how the sour apricot breaks his leg and wears out his mouth, the people of Xinghua Village can't even taste a bite of clear soup and little water, let alone eat meat. The pitiful indicators that the Commune had were not enough for the wolf cubs in the Commune compound to compete for. Coupled with the cubs of key figures such as the village party secretaries, there are more monks and less porridge, and there is no share of the people in the ravines.

But it didn't take much effort to get two indicators at once. This is a beautiful thing that Sour Apricot didn't dare to think of when he was killed on stage. Even he himself couldn't help but laugh and said to his woman, this world is really changing. used to break his head on stage, and he couldn't even smell a little bit of meat. Now that he has stepped down, he has unprecedentedly obtained two indicators at once. It's not a joke, it's something.

In fact, the reason why Sour Xing was able to get the recruitment index after stepping down was not because anyone was deliberately playing tricks on him, but because of the inherent emotional involvement between people.

After hearing that the commune had started its annual conscription work again, Sour Xing thought in her heart that she had already arrived in such a field, and it would be even more difficult to settle the babies around her in the future. It's better to take advantage of the fact that you still have this old face in the past, and ask the leaders of the commune to go. Let's see if we can send the three babies away. It is also very fortunate that the people of Erwa Cub are temporarily placed in the technical team. Here are not only the people's own advantages, but more importantly, the result of the xylophone's deliberate arrangement. He knows the deep meaning.

So, he went to the commune and found Secretary Shen. He begged the leaders to take care of him and send him to the army. Although Secretary Shen was a little more temperamental and difficult to speak, Sour Xing made him ousted from the stage by force. Although it was a forced and helpless move made by himself in the case of involuntarily. In any case, there was still an element of guilt in his heart. So, with a stroke of his pen, he wrote a note and handed it to Sour Xing, saying Lao He, others who came to be lobbyists and pleaded for mercy asked me to get out of the house with a word. You are the only one who comes, but I will give you this face. Just tell the baby cub to go out and see the world through the wind and rain. When he comes back, maybe it's a second you. said sourly, Xingxing's heart was hot, her eyes were sour, and she wanted to shed tears.

With this note, the laboring soldiers will not be able to run away even if they are sure of it. As for the physical examination and political examination, there is absolutely no problem. The body of labor is as strong as a little tiger, and the three generations of his ancestors are all scarred and numb.

Out of Secretary Shen's office, he went to the Minister of Armed Forces again,

The moment she saw the minister, she suddenly changed her mind. He didn't take out the note written by Secretary Shen, but directly begged the leader to give himself a soldier index for the sake of his old feelings. The minister has maintained a close relationship with Sour Apricot for many years. Although Sour Xing is no longer on stage, there is another reason for his resignation. Because of his sympathy for the sour apricot, he happily agreed, and also advised, that is, you, only this once, not an example.

Sour Xing felt comforted in her heart, and thought, this person, it's better to be generous and kind. Whether you are in a high position or stuck in a mud puddle, a little less ostentatious and ruthless, and a little more good deeds, there will always be people who will be grateful for your good work in the past. The mother's funeral and the current situation have unmistakably verified this.

When he returned home, he was both happy at his unexpected harvest and troubled with how to distribute the extra quota. If it was usual, he would definitely spread it out at the village cadre meeting, count and see whose baby cubs need it the most, and then decide who to distribute it to, absolutely selfless. But now it's different, I'm already a flat-headed citizen, and there's no need to look out of the mountains with the villagers in mind. Then you have to think more about your future and make good use of this precious indicator in your hand. He originally thought that he would simply give the rest of the indicators to the people. Let him and his brothers and sisters be soldiers and carry guns together, and go out on the road together. However, the people were not enthusiastic about being soldiers. He seemed to be fascinated by the management of the orchard. No matter how sour apricot persuaded him, the people were unmoved. In desperation, he could only take stock of other candidates in the village.

Sour Xing counted several families with big surnames in the village, weighed and weighed them, and felt that it was better to rely on the nest of people surnamed Li for a long time. Although the Song family had Maolin and Xylophone, he never took Maolin in his eyes, and Xylophone had a deep rift with himself. I must not rush to add her hindsight. Not only can I get over it in my heart, but I am afraid that the people of Xinghua Village will laugh at his despicable behavior. The He family now has no qualified babies.

He first thought of Zhenfujia and revealed the news. However, the foreign bank was not enthusiastic about being a soldier, but was almost fanatically obsessed with the management of Xinglin, and followed the ass of Technician Qin like a shadow to engage in management. Zhenfu didn't dare to go directly to Sour Xing's house in broad daylight, for fear that Muqin would have some thoughts if he knew that the two families were walking closely. He personally ran to thank him at night, and said regretfully, I can't help it. The dead foreign ghost followed Technician Qin in a daze. He doesn't take the Yangjian Road, but he wants to take the ghost road and not look back. Sora worries you.

Sour Xing could only smile and say, it's the same as the people of my family. The baby cub has its own opinions, and following the management of the apricot forest may not be a climate.

Then, of course, the remaining indicators are cheaper than Zhenshujia. The cheapest one is the autumn equinox of the second son of the Four Seasons family. His eldest son, Xia Zhi, was also fascinated and learned the management knowledge of Xinglin from Technician Qin, and he had no idea of becoming a soldier.

Lan Xiang was grateful to the two of them from the bottom of her heart, so she often went in and out of the courtyard of the sour apricot family. Either send a few kinds of rice and grain today, or help do a few jobs tomorrow, and the two families move around very frequently. Her eagerness for the xylophone gradually faded.

After repeated physical examinations and selections, the soldiers for labor and the autumn equinox have been decided, and they will leave in the next few days.

In the surprise and envy of the villagers, the two families nervously prepared for the trip of the two cubs. Actually, there was nothing to prepare. The people who came up to lead the troops had already said that they didn't need to bring anything, not even pants. At that time, the two of them just changed into yellow military uniforms and left. However, the two families couldn't believe that there was such a beautiful thing, and they still rushed to make underwear and pants for the baby in a hurry. I also remembered that the people in the mountains have always been naked and wearing slippery jackets and trousers. If you go out to sleep, you can't make people outside laugh off their big teeth. However, no one has ever done how to sew underwear and other clothes. Several women gathered together and pondered, like rushing to make an outer garment, and the four dislike coats and underwear were not like underwear. Wearing such underwear on the body, it is difficult to feel in all directions. Either the labor is haunted by grinding the skin, or the autumn equinox shouts to cut the eggs. The two families dismantled and changed the sewn underwear, changed it and dismantled it again, and tossed it repeatedly.

Lan Xiang took the underwear that had been changed three times, and ran to her mother-in-law to help modify it, saying that the autumn equinox always disliked the crotch of the pants, either the crotch was too shallow to lift the waist, or the crotch was deep enough to fit into the piglet. The Zhenshu woman was also dumbfounded. In desperation, she took this "semi-finished product" and went to find her third daughter-in-law, Jin Lian.

Jin Lian still lives in a courtyard on the west bank of the river. The courtyard was still cleaned up with weeds and was not in order. Jin Lian was also dressed neatly and neatly all day long. Every day, in addition to the trivial household chores in the outhouse of the cooking house, she devotes herself to the tablet of the gods on the shrine. Because there were almost no outsiders in her house, she no longer sneaked around like she did in the hotel, but directly placed the shrine on the conspicuous north wall in the middle of the Ming Hall. As soon as you enter the door, you will be facing the shrine. She specially asked someone to make a large table and placed it against the north wall. It is dedicated to the teacher's shrine. It is also wrapped in a large red cloth thinly, which is very eye-catching.

The god seat is a very delicate small wooden card, on which is written the words "the position of the ancestor god", which is the very fine block calligraphy of Zhenshu with a lot of effort to write. In front of the shrine is a copper incense burner that seems to be very old, and three incense sticks are burned day and night. Next to the incense burner are offerings such as apples, candy cubes, and snacks. Jin Lian prostrated to the god at three o'clock a day, day after day.

When the Zhenshu woman entered the door, Jin Lian was bowing to the god, muttering something in her mouth. The Zhenshu woman didn't dare to disturb at will, so she quietly hid outside the door and waited. It wasn't until the Golden Lotus was finished that he dared to enter the house. She first made a gesture at the god position, and then took out the underwear of the autumn equinox and asked Jin Lian to modify it.

When she lived in the supply and marketing cooperative's hotel, Jin Lian had already learned to sew underwear and pants and other needlework. The clothes and pants of the adults and children in the family are also sewn by herself. Therefore, such a small job is not difficult for her at all. She didn't ignore it because of the discord with Lanxiang, but took it quite happily, put it on the clay kang in the pot house, and seriously revised it.

Jin Lian was doing the work in her hand while chatting with her mother-in-law. Last night, she said, the teacher told her that the village was not going to be peaceful. In the past two years, I'm afraid something will happen.

The Zhenshu woman asked in surprise, what's going on, what's going on?

Jin Lian said that the heavenly machine cannot be leaked. Just wait and see, sooner or later, there will be movement. If the villagers could unite and worship God, they might have been spared this calamity.

Zhenshu woman said, how can you put your heart together. In addition to our family, we can sincerely worship the gods, you see, which family is still sincere to the gods.

Jin Lian said, no. Even if someone wants to worship the gods, they don't know where to worship or how to worship them. Unless a temple is built at the foot of the North Mountain, and the moon burns incense to worship, it is considered to be sincerely offered to the gods. There was a temple in that place, and it was dedicated to my teacher. Later, my teacher practiced in retreat for hundreds of years, and he couldn't leave the Immortal Cave Divine Mansion, and the people who worshiped the gods gradually became lazy. In the end, even the temple was lost. Now, the teacher has reopened the door of the cave and left the house to save the world, but there is no place to stay, so he found me. But my place is too small to exert much divine power. There has to be a temple to rely on, so that the teacher can use his magic power to save those who are suffering.

The woman in Zhenshu smacked her tongue and said, if you want to say that this temple is repairing and worshiping the gods, it was okay in the past, but now you don't dare to do it with wide eyes. The public doesn't allow that.

Jin Lian said, this has to rely on us to agitate in tandem. If we really build the temple, our yin virtue will be bigger. In the future, there will be gods by your side all the time. Not to mention that the days are stable, it can also bless the descendants of our family with great benefits.

Jin Lian's last words made the Zhenshu woman completely moved. She carefully weighed Jin Lian's words, and thought that if her family made a concerted effort to encourage the villagers to build the temple, what a great feat it would be. Thinking like this, my heart became more and more energetic. She said, try it first, maybe it will work.

Jin Lian saw that her mother-in-law was interested, so she further encouraged, just relying on our family is not enough, the whole village has to move to do it.

Zhenshu woman nodded frequently and said yes.

When she went out with Jin Lian's changed underwear and walked home, the Zhenshu woman was worried again. Although it is a good thing to build a temple and worship God, it is a great merit, but who will listen to him. Nowadays, in addition to being busy planting their own contracted land, the villagers are thinking about how to make money, and how can they be willing to throw the little hard-earned money they have worked hard to save into the temple. So, she regretted a little, she shouldn't have been in Jin Lian's house, guarding the Holy Spirit on the shrine, and she agreed to this. If the wish is not granted, the gods will be angry.

Thinking like this, my heart panicked, and I lost the accuracy of my feet. She stumbled onto the rocks in the riverbed for people to cross, and without paying attention, she stepped into the frozen ice hole. Suddenly, the biting ice water soaked the cotton shoes and cotton trouser legs, and she shivered all over. She was even more frightened, and thought in her heart that this must be her own lack of determination, which annoyed the gods and gave herself a warning that was not too big or small. In the future, I don't dare to annoy it anymore. If you say what you say, you will have to repay your vows.

She looked down and pondered how to repay her vow, and hurried home in a panic. Halfway through, at the corner of the sour jujube house, he hit his head on a person again. Both of them were startled, and both screamed.

The sour jujube lady is also hurrying out. I didn't want to, but I collided with the Zhenshu woman. She exclaimed in a high voice, "Oh, scare me to death, scare me to death."

The Zhenshu woman also rubbed her "pounding" heart, panting and replied, his aunt, why are you in such a hurry to go out. Look, it scares my soul away.

The sour jujube mother-in-law asked, sister-in-law, I just returned from Jinlian's house in Hexi.

The Zhenshu woman briefly told the matter of changing underwear for the autumn equinox, and turned around to leave. Because after the fright, the cold air on the feet and calves and stomach rushed down the legs and straight to the upper body, and the upper and lower rows of teeth involuntarily bumped slightly.

The sour jujube woman grabbed the Zhenshu woman and didn't let go. She said, it's still early to cook, come to my house and sit down.

The Zhenshu woman didn't want to go to her house, knowing that she was not a fuel-efficient lamp. If you don't pay attention to what you say and provoke her dissatisfaction, you really have nothing to do. However, people eagerly dragged home, and the door was beside him, of course he was embarrassed to refuse. pushed and let it be ruthless, but it really annoyed her. The Zhenshu woman accepted it on the surface, but in her heart, she reluctantly entered the door of the sour jujube family.

The courtyard of the sour jujube was not neatly cleaned up, and the chickens, dogs, geese and ducks were scattered in the yard. The ground was strewn with piles of dung in the east and west, and some corn kernels left over from domestic animals. Every morning, the sour jujube has to be thoroughly cleaned inside and outside the courtyard. Helpless, the mother-in-law always likes to raise poultry and livestock, saying that our Beishan Village is free-range, and the chickens and ducks fed grow happily and lay more eggs. As a result, the efforts of the jujube were wasted. The sour jujube has never been accustomed to this kind of free-range breeding, and when I saw that the yard was dirty, I couldn't help but clean it. After the mother-in-law has been in the house for a day and has made the yard sloppy, she will clean it up early the next morning. This repetition has become a daily compulsory course for the two of them.

The house is neatly tied, and the relatively simple furniture is neatly arranged next to the walls and corners. The ground is also clean, so you can see the merits of the sour jujube in cleaning the house every day. After all, poultry and livestock can't enter the house, and no matter how much trouble the mother-in-law and the late two people make, they won't eat, drink, and lazar like livestock, and get all in the house.

The two sour jujube masters were not at home, so they went to Beishan to look for dry firewood. Only the mother-in-law is idle at home.

The sour jujube lady enthusiastically let the Zhenshu woman into the hot kang head in the pot house. She also poured a bowl of hot water for the first time and stuffed it into the hand of the Zhenshu woman. The Zhenshu woman pretended to be humble and gave in, and she couldn't wait to drink the hot water to drive away the cold air from her body.

The sour jujube lady praised the autumn equinox for her blessings, her life is good, and she was born to be a soldier. She also hurriedly inquired about what path the four seasons took, and why did people unknowingly get the indicators of being a soldier. The Zhenshu woman just wanted to lay out the credit of the sour apricot for a while, and suddenly remembered that this mother-in-law had been working against the sour apricot woman, and she was a sworn enemy. If you tell the truth, you will definitely cause trouble. So, she hurriedly changed the topic and said that she was still young in her later life, and when she reached the age of becoming a soldier, I would help you. The mother-in-law was so happy that she called her a good sister-in-law, and became closer to her.

The mother-in-law seemed to be grateful for the kindness of the Zhenshu woman, so she sneakily stepped forward, and her mouth almost reached the ear of the Zhenshu woman. She whispered, tell you something, you can never show it.

The Zhenshu woman was slightly stunned by the sour smell exhaled from her mouth, and hurriedly hid back. She replied, "Just tell me, I can still sell you."

The sour jujube lady is like telling a story, and she tells a lot of words that she can't hold back in her heart. She said that the xylophone and Technician Qin had a leg. Although they secretly pretended to be okay all day long, in fact, the two of them had already done practical things. Poor Maosheng was still in the dark, wearing a green hat, and he was busy waiting for Tian'er.

The Zhenshu woman was so frightened that she hurriedly interrupted her and said, "This is all nonsense from someone, and there is no shadow." If you want to talk about others, I will believe it. If you want to say that it is a xylophone, I don't believe it if you kill it.

Mother-in-law is very serious, not only do you not believe it, but even I don't believe it. But it's true. Someone saw from afar that the two of them were whispering shoulder to shoulder in the apricot forest, and they were more affectionate than the two of them. It's not fake. I heard that the two of them often quarreled about Technician Qin's coming to live in our village, and they also kicked the newly bought rice bowl to pieces. For a while, the two of them didn't sleep together, Maosheng slept in the pot house, and the xylophone slept in the hall house, and they didn't talk to each other for ten days and a half months.

The Zhenshu woman listened with interest, and thought to herself, seeing that the xylophone is in full swing all day long, like a big man, I am afraid that she will not be able to withstand the provocation of the big intellectuals from the big city. Although Technician Qin has a family and a wife, after all, far water does not quench his thirst. squatting in the ravine for a long time, in the end, I can't stay up at night. It's also reasonable to make a little mess of flowers. If it's okay, it's not normal.

Seeing the sour jujube mother-in-law working hard to spread such a secret news for herself, the rich woman felt that this mother-in-law knew her heart and soul to herself, and she also believed in herself, looked up to herself, and did not treat herself as an outsider. Looking at the entire Xinghua Village, what other woman can be looked down upon by this crazy mother-in-law, that is, herself.

Thinking about it like this, Zhenshu woman has an indescribable feeling of lightness in her heart. The so-called reciprocating the peach, she also wanted to tell her mother-in-law what she was thinking about and win more favor from her mother-in-law. She also made a mysterious appearance, leaned into the root of her mother-in-law's ear, whispered Jin Lian's words in detail, and added some encouraging words to it. In the end, she said, that is, to be good with you, knowing that you are a sensible person, she told you. If it had been someone else, I wouldn't have told her.

The sour jujube lady has already experienced ghost possession. Coupled with the early death of the first man, she suffered many more hardships in life than others. She had long been convinced of the gods and ghosts. Hearing this, her eyes widened, her mouth opened wide, and she couldn't close it for a long time. The mother-in-law asked timidly, what can I do? Building a temple is a big project. We don't have any money and no manpower, so we just want to repair it, but we can't fix it.

When the woman in Zhenshu saw that her mother-in-law was in love, she took advantage of the situation to cheer up, and this matter was also urgent. When we get through to others, it snowballs, and someone will contribute money and efforts.

In the end, the Zhenshu woman also told her mother-in-law that she had to do this thing secretly, and she didn't dare to take it to the face. If outsiders know about it, they will be foolish.

Seeing the seriousness of her speech, the sour jujube lady seemed a little nervous, but she still nodded heavily.

When the Zhenshu woman returned home, it was time to make lunch. Zhenshu and his second son Sixi were lying on the hot kang in the pot house, looking at the two moldy and yellowed books.

Among Zhenshu's three sons, the top four are active, perceptive, and willing to study and learn. Since he was a child, Zhenshu has been partial to Sixi, and always tells him something that he doesn't even know much about. Sixi also accepted his father's early enlightenment education ignorantly. After getting married, I still like to listen to my father explain some things like yin and yang gossip and five elements shengke. Now, I can get a little bit of the trick and know the way. Sometimes, he would have a debate with his father about some of the methods in the book. Occasionally, I can also stump the Zhenshu that is proficient in the yin and yang house. Especially in the free season of the late winter wax moon, the two of them often squatted in the pot house of their hometown, studying the truth in the book with their heads on their heads.

The Zhenshu woman began to cook, and heard a heated debate between the two of them. The topic of the debate was the issue of the foundation of the Jin Lian family. What is different from the past is that the atmosphere of this debate is full of gunpowder, and the scene is full of fire. The two of them refused to give in to each other, insisted on their own opinions, and argued so much that their faces were red and their necks were thick. Still no one is convinced by anyone, no one can listen to anyone's explanation, and everyone speaks their own reasoning.

Zhenshu insisted on his opinion. He explained, your brother's house is located in the west of the village, and it is the palace. The house is also a dry house, and it is inferred according to the nine-palace diagram that it should be a dry house sitting firmly in the palace. After the house, it is close to the North Mountain, and there is a look of sitting upright. There is a river flowing around in front of the house, and there is a water pattern for the Ming Hall. The book doesn't say, "Sitting in the palace and making peace with the gold, the materials and six animals are prosperous, the women are virtuous and filial and the concubines have children, and they also have to be the same as Kun Gong." Look at it, isn't your brother just living a comfortable life, with money, status and fame? also gave birth to a son, a daughter and a flower, who in the village is not envious.

Sixi raised his head and said, the house you said is a dry house, and the dry house is not bad. I'm talking about the bad way you opened the door.

Zhenshu was angry. He tensed his face, stared at the beads of his eyes, and shouted, "What's the matter, it's not good."

Sixi still didn't care about the road, you only cared about inferring according to the Nine Palaces diagram, but you opened the door of the dry house to the southeast. This is Xunmon. The main housewife of the Qianzhai Xunmen is injured, ** is not right, and there is a suspicion of obscene makeup. Look at it, don't the things that my brother and daughter-in-law have experienced come true?

Zhenshu was choked by Sixi's words, his face was flushed, and he couldn't speak for a long time, and fine sweat was dripping on his face.

If the argument had stopped, there would have been nothing left. However, Bian Bian, the woman who was cooking in Zhenshu, heard what Sixi said. knew that Jin Lian would do embarrassing things, all of which were caused by Zhenshu. It turned out that the root of the curse had been planted as early as when the house was built, and I was angry in my heart. She threw away the broom in her hand and muttered to the man, I thought you had a lot of ability, and you pretended to be a god all day long. It turned out that there was also a bubble of green shit in the stomach, the same straw bale. If you didn't know how to pretend to understand, would the Quartet family be able to do that kind of thing? The family has lived for several years, and to this day, people in the village often talk about it, and they all listen to it as a joke. If you don't have the ability, you will be incapable in the future, don't pretend to understand in front of people and behind your back. You'd better figure out your own affairs first, and don't make fun of the villagers.

In this case, it is clearly adding fuel to the fire. made Zhenshu very embarrassed, and further intensified the quarrel between the two masters.

Zhenshu turned his head and scolded, let your mother's stinky fart. If I don't understand, why don't you stay at home and don't do it for the Quartet. If you go, you can go now. I see Tian'er cooking at home and serving you.

He turned his head and glared at Sixi and shouted, you said that the door was not opened correctly, so where did you say it should be opened, and what kind of door should it be opened. Before he even figured out the yin and yang gossip, he dared to teach Lao Tzu a lesson. Seeing that your skills have not grown, the momentum of messing around has come out. It won't be long before you dare to stuff your dad in the crotch of your pants and ride as an animal.

Sixi is not convinced, and you don't say something choking. Lizheng is not afraid of what others say. It's not right for this dry house to open the Xunmen. If you open it, you will get crooked, and you will get adultery.

Zhenshu's stomach is full of anger, and it goes straight to his head. He opened his mouth and scolded, you are a tough seed. Where do you say the door is going? Tell me where to drive. It's just the right thing to open to your head.

Sixi was also scolded by his father and made him angry. He also stared at the balls in his eyes, blushed, and shouted in a raised voice, where to go, go up to Nankun. Doesn't the book say, "There is no doubt that the Qianzhai Kunmen Ji is a husband and wife are matching all matters, both rich and noble are still long-lived, and people are surprised when they are prosperous." Besides, there was a stream of water on the southeast side of his house. The east is wood, the west is gold, and gold is water, and the place where this house is located is the opposite pattern of mountains and rivers. Xunmen belongs to the southeast, the landscape in front of the house is ruthless, and the master is prostitute and gamble. You have to build a shadow wall on the east side of the courtyard wall to block the bad water from the east, so as to keep you safe in the future.

Zhenshu was almost mad by the four happy girls. He threw the tea bowl on the clay kang to the ground, and said hatefully, you get out, roll away, don't let me see it. Mao'er hasn't grown up yet, but wants to fly with wings. Why am I blind and have taken a fancy to you, fool? In the future, you don't even want to learn a little bit from me.

Sixi really stood up, and replied as he walked out, You think I'm willing to learn from you, and teach some things in the book that I can't even understand. Learning from you is also a blind man lighting a lamp in vain. I'm going to go outside and learn the true craft from the Master, and see if you're confused or I'm confused.

With that, he slammed the door and walked out of the courtyard. Angry, Zhenshu sat on the edge of the kang and panted, and sighed vigorously.

The woman in Zhenshu was also afraid to come out, knowing that her words had annoyed the two of them. I heard Sixi say that he was going out to learn art, and he was really anxious. She was afraid that Sixi, who had a strong temper since she was a child, would really leave her family and run outside, so how could she do it.

She didn't care about cooking, so she hurried out the door. She wants to persuade Sixi, don't be tough, she really runs out and messes around.

In just one month, one person came to Xinghua Village, but three people left at once. The person who came was the Qin technician, and the one who went was labor, the autumn equinox and the four joys.

Technician Qin is a temporary resident, and after teaching Xinglin management, he will return to work in the unit during the Chinese New Year. Labor and the autumn equinox were honorably enlisted in the army in response to the party's call to defend the motherland, which can be regarded as justifiable. Only Sixi's outing, which was a big surprise. The purpose is unknown, the whereabouts are uncertain, and even the family members are unclear.

The Zhenshu family's explanation of Sixi's outing has been hesitating and talking. The more unified caliber is that Sixi wants to go outside and see some of the world. In a word, just like Zhenshu did back then, he went out to do business. It's hard to say where to stay, let alone when you'll be back.

The people in the village don't understand much, and they think that Sixi is also a person who is about to run forty miles in his thirties, and he drags his family with his family, how can he give up his wife, daughter, and a large group of people, and go out to run around on his own. If you have doubts, guess if he has done something illegal or unsightly, I am afraid that the matter will be revealed and there will be no good fruit to gnaw, so I smeared oil on the soles of my shoes in advance and walked. If you are curious, you go to Zhenshu's house or Sixi's house to inquire about the news, but you can't get a convincing letter.

Sixi's daughter-in-law Osmanthus had a sad look on her face, and she had already told the villagers unmistakably that when Sixi went out, there must be insincere suffering from her family, but it was not easy to say it directly. Zhenshu and his wife can hold their breath, and they make it clear that Sixi is going to do business. But the helplessness and frustration in the eyes of the Zhenshu woman made an unconcealable supplement and explanation for the sorrow of osmanthus flowers.

The foreign bank said disdainfully, what do you want to do business, I'm afraid you will go out to learn art and make yin and yang.

When he said this, he and the members of the technical team were resting around Technician Qin. Beside him is the crooked-necked apricot tree where Jing'er and Ye'er hid among the thick branches and secretly hugged and kissed their mouths.

At this time, a layer of snow and ice that has been roasted and frozen by the sun accumulates between the branches of the trunk. Some are attached to the branches, gray and shiny. Like the skin of a snake, it winds and undulates, as if it is broken and connected. Others hung down from the branches. Like a steel drill in the hands of a stonemason, it swings with the wind and is crumbling.

As soon as Yang Xing's words fell, a piece of snow and ice fell with a "whoosh" and smashed into his skull with unmistakable accuracy. Fortunately, he had a cotton hat to protect his head, so he was not knocked unconscious. But there were already cold pieces that got into the neckline of the cotton jacket of the slippery tube, and he jumped up from the ground with a "snort". He hurriedly unbuttoned it, shaking off the melted stubble. A crowd burst into laughter.

Xia Zhi also secretly grabbed a handful of snow from the snow and stuffed it into the neckline of his padded jacket that he had just shaken off. Xia Zhi shouted while ducking behind Technician Qin, "I've been punished." Who told you to frame my second uncle, God can't tolerate people who speak ill of others.

The foreign bank wanted to arrest him, but he got in the way of Technician Qin, who was sitting in the middle. If it had been someone else, he would have fallen into the snow with the middle one. The foreign bank had no choice but to stop. He hurriedly undressed and dug out the snow, and said hatefully, Death on the summer solstice, you wait. I have to fill your crotch with snow, so that the pile of soft meat in your crotch will become a ** ice lump.

The people sat next to Technician Qin. He asked Technician Qin, is there really any gossip about the five elements of this Yin and Yang Homestead.

Technician Qin pondered for a long time and said, I can't say it well, these are all things left by the ancestors. First, from the ancient Fuxi to create the gossip, and then from the end of the Shang Dynasty Zhou Wen King evolved into sixty-four hexagrams, the book "Zhou Yi", which became a collection of politics, economy, ethics, literature, astronomy, geography, philosophy, divination and so on. The content is all-encompassing and esoteric. Later, there were more branches, that is, people from all walks of life delved into various disciplines derived from them according to their own needs. Yin-Yang is one of these branches, which has continued to develop among the people for thousands of years. To this day, it continues to survive and develop.

The foreign bank interrupted his words and said conclusively, they are all feudal superstitions, who would believe these.

Technician Qin said that it can't be generalized. Yin-Yang has existed for thousands of years, and it has its own reason for existence. We can't dismiss it in a brute way without studying it in depth. This is also a scientific attitude of rigorous scholarship. It is necessary to look at the problem in two parts, and not to see the whole leopard at a glance.

Technician Qin led a few young people to often have such discussions in the gap between teaching the management of the apricot forest. There is no sky, no definite theme, and there are things to talk about. It not only shows his erudition and strong memory, but also fills the lack of knowledge for foreign firms. Because of this, the foreign companies are like farts all day long. Even if he goes to relieve himself, someone will inadvertently follow him and urinate a few drops.

The people asked again, what is the matter with the demon's possession? When my grandmother died, someone asked my grandmother to attach it, just like a real person's pie.

Technician Qin replied honestly, this matter has indeed happened, it is not a rumor. When I was younger, I saw it too. I don't know what the hell is going on. Maybe when the scientific research reaches a certain level, it will be figured out.

This is the first time that foreign companies and Jing'er have heard from the mouths of people who admire them about yin and yang, ghosts, and so on. It is not completely opposed, nor fully supported, and it is ambiguous, and it is up to each person to figure it out for himself. They are confused, and they don't know whether it is better to believe or not to believe. But one thing is certain, and that is to have a new understanding of such things. It cannot be judged by past experience, nor by hearsay, nor by the likeness of others.

After chatting for a while, the people were almost rested. Technician Qin led a few more people into the woods, pointing out how to shape this tree and how to prune that one.

After five or six days of hard work, the winter shearing operation of the experimental forest that was marked out was gradually coming to an end.

The branches that originally grew wildly with teeth and claws were repaired and deformed under the guidance of Technician Qin. Or pluck the heart of the tree, or twist the tip of the branch. According to the professional terminology taught by Qin technicians, it is "to promote the growth of trees, create a skeleton, balance the tree potential, and arrange branch groups". In terms of pruning, it is a short shear throw, a sparse shear retraction, and so on. At first, it made a few people in the technical team dizzy. Just the bunch of hard words made my head dizzy. Later, Technician Qin changed his teaching methods. He personally climbed the mountain and climbed the trees, taught him hand in hand, and demonstrated one key to the next, so that he could be regarded as teaching this group of stupid children in the mountains to understand. It's just that it hurts Technician Qin. He was accustomed to being pampered in the city, and all of a sudden he fell into this strong physical profession, climbing mountains and mountains, trees and branches, and his body could not bear it first, and his life could not go up. His originally square face plate is gradually drying up. His ruddy face had long since lost its luster, and his skin had become dark and rough, making him look like an old farmer in the village.

The foreign people in Beijing understood, but the villagers didn't understand it very much, and they exclaimed together, what kind of care is this to take care of the apricot forest, it is clearly a disaster to the forest. The apricot tree grew so big that it was cut down and broken. Sensei said that the spring is fruitful, and it is enough to survive or not. So, the villagers went to the xylophone to complain, saying that the Qin technician used our forest as firewood to chop it, and the brigade didn't care about it. If we don't care, we'll go to the commune.

Xylophone explained to Technician Qin, saying that he was a senior scientific researcher from a big city, and he helped us with scientific management, so how could he use trees as firewood to cut them. However, the xylophone also doesn't understand, this scientific management, you have to cut trees and prune branches. Seeing the branches all over the ground under the tree, I was also very distressed, but it was difficult to speak. After all, Technician Qin went to ask for it by himself. Since you believe in people, you have to let people do it. If you use other people, but you don't believe in others, this is not a xylophone style. Like the villagers, Xylophone stared at Technician Qin's actions with anxiety all day long. If you have something to say, you have to force it into your stomach, you don't dare to say it, and you have to pretend to smile and ask for warmth.

It is obvious that Sour Apricot has always been skeptical about the practice of collecting apricot groves, centralized management, and unified dividends.

Since the last villagers' meeting, a few people have often gathered in his home, carefully considering the pros and cons of harvesting the forest. Among the people who came, there were Zhenshu, Four Seasons, Maoqing, Maoshan and others. Sometimes, Zhenfu and Maolin also came to the sky and told Sour Xing's thoughts and next step planning about the xylophone, and asked Sour Xing's opinion. Although Sour Xing has stepped down, his residual prestige is still there, and the prestige he has cultivated for more than 20 years is still firmly squatting in the hearts of the villagers. Especially the Zhenfu Maolin who have followed him for many years, they have always regarded him as the backbone of the house, and they can't leave it for a moment. Once I can't hear his words for a few days, I always feel that I have no bottom in my heart, and I have no score to do.

At first, Sour Apricot always said to the people who came, I have already gone down, and I can no longer dictate the affairs of the collective. Listen to the xylophone assignment. She is solely responsible for the collective affairs, and talking too much by herself will affect her work.

Zhenfu said that although the xylophone is in power, and everything is up to her, it is true that this forest is collective and the property of the big guys. If you don't get it right, things will be messed up, and the loss will be the family's.

Mao Lin also said, I always feel that this matter is a bit mysterious. It means that relying on an outsider to help us manage, can you treat us sincerely? If he gets it right, he'll be paid. If he takes the big head, we will continue to work blindly, and we will only have a share of soup left. If you don't get it right, people will pat their butts and leave. Who will clean up the rest of the mess?

Maoqing, who was originally honest and clumsy, was also anxious. He said, I'll check it out. The good tree was cut down by the branches and the heart of the tree. After the beginning of spring, even if you don't die, you can't slow down, and you are looking forward to hanging fruit and eating apricots this year.

These words poured into the ears one by one, and if they poured too much, they made the sour apricot heart hairy. He thought that although he had stepped down, after all, this was a major matter involving the vital interests of the whole village, and he couldn't be careless. I have to remind the xylophone and tell her to be on guard. In doing so, it will be beneficial to everyone.

After hesitation, he still kept a shy face and intercepted the xylophone on the road. He voiced his worries and explained that I shouldn't have intervened, and that I didn't show that I was meddling. It's just that I can't let go of myself when I look at it like this. The people in the village also have ideas, but they don't dare to talk to you because of their feelings and bodies. You blame me for being troublesome.

Xylophone was greatly moved. She said, uncle, you don't care about the past, and really come to remind me. I also thought twice about this before deciding. When I first went to the city, I wanted to contact me about how to manage the apricot forest. Who knows, the people in the city are very enthusiastic, and say that they don't need any remuneration, and they will send the best researcher to help us for free. I just want to make a model in our village through help and promote the city's fruit forest production. To put it bluntly, it is to borrow our land and play their brand, which is equivalent to doing propaganda for them. I thought it was a good thing that fell from the sky, so I took it happily. It seems that Technician Qin is sincerely helping us with management, and it will be fine.

Hearing Xylophone say this, Sour Apricot stopped talking. He listened with a cold face, and finally said, wake up when you should mention it, I will also mention it, you can watch it. With that, he turned around and went home.

Zhenfu Maolin still habitually comes to inquire. Sour Xing told me about the handover with the xylophone, saying that no one can pull back what she recognizes, let alone me now.

People were full of worries, saying that they were going to the fire pit, and they had to think of how to stop it. Such pessimism further stimulates the sour apricot. He felt that the xylophone was moving step by step towards the fire pit with the whole village, and was about to be roasted into mush. He became more and more restless, and as usual, he was anxious for the whole village.

The woman understood the pain of the sour apricot, so she persuaded her, don't suffer for this. Anyway, let's not do anything, let the xylophone be in charge of the deacon. Let's get it done, let's follow the light. If you can't get it right, even if there is no such thing as an apricot forest. In previous years, we never thought about selling apricots, who cared about the good or bad of the apricot forest, didn't they all be chopped down as firewood.

Sour apricots don't want to listen. He said, having said that, haven't we ever eaten the sweetness of selling apricots, and they have all raised people's appetites. If you suddenly mess it up, not only will you not be able to explain it to the people in the village, but I am afraid it will also cause a big mess.

The woman no longer persuades, but pities in her heart, it seems that her man is addicted to being an official, and he has forgotten that he is not an official, and he is still thinking about things in the official.

Sour Xing thought about it for a while, and finally made up her mind to stop the production of Xinglin Winter Scissors.

He brought Zhenfu and Maolin to tell him what he meant, and saw what their attitude was. Zhenfu and Maolin have long had this intention, but they dare not take the lead. Today, seeing that the sour apricot has its head again, of course I am happy in my heart. It's just that the two of them don't know how to stop it.

As long as the big guy doesn't work or do anything, he relies on a few people in the technical team, even if the apricots are ripe, they can't finish cutting. In addition, each family withdrew their own babies who participated in the technical team. Even if Technician Qin has three heads and six arms, he can't be busy.

Such an idea is talking about the hearts of the two people. As long as Zhenfu is responsible for withdrawing the foreign bank, Zhenshu is responsible for his grandson Xia Zhi, Maolin and Maoqing are responsible for the official seal, and Sour Xing is responsible for the people and Zhu'er, this will be done.

After a period of careful planning and division of labor, the servants began to implement this "blocking plan" separately.

In mobilizing the villagers to refuse to work, Sour Apricot once again showed its strong appeal.

In the family surnamed He, except for the two sour dates and full moon, everyone else listened to the opinions of sour apricots. It is resolutely opposed to the centralized management of apricot forests, not only do not work, but also wholeheartedly demand that the apricot forests that originally belonged to their own homes be brought back, and they will be played by themselves, and no one in the technical team will be allowed to interfere.

The Full Moon family does not follow the collective action of the He family, of course, there is an element of full moon with sincere gratitude to Technician Qin. What's more, Xi Gui has died early, and it is reasonable for a woman with long hair and short knowledge to ignore the overall situation and insist on superstitious xylophone and the agitation of Qin technicians. Therefore, no one took her seriously.

Only the stubbornness of the sour jujube made the He family, especially the sour apricot, puzzled. Actually, the reason is also very simple. The gratitude of the sour jujube to the xylophone family has never been interrupted. Even after his mother-in-law failed in the street duel with Full Moon and Mao Shengniang, and in those days when he was incompatible with the xylophone, the sour jujube still did not change its original intention. thinks that the xylophone is a living bodhisattva in the next life, and a great benefactor who specially came to save himself from the fire pit.

Since he met the xylophone family, his unlucky days have gradually changed gratifyingly. Not only did he have the confidence and motivation to live a life, but more importantly, Maosheng and his family helped him set up a family business, and he had the lone seedling of late life. All this, without the help of the Xylophone family, I would never have dreamed of it. Therefore, no matter who wants to offend the interests of the xylophone, whether it is right or wrong, he must not hesitate to stand on the opposite side, follow the xylophone with all his heart, and help her resist even the disaster of the sky falling. The reason why the sour jujube woman wants to agree with the man's idea is even simpler. If anyone else were to do her job, she would be overjoyed to see herself as a xylophone with a thorn in her eye. However, the people who come to do the work are sour apricots. She can't see the face of the uncle's sour family, and she can't listen to the tone of his family. felt that his family was hypocritical, which made her more disgusting than the xylophone. Therefore, the inner resistance immediately rose by tens of thousands of feet, and he resolutely supported the sour jujube not to withdraw from centralized management. She also encouraged the sour jujube and said that even if our apricot forest was cut down by Qin technicians for firewood, it would not be able to make the old ghost family satisfied.

The persuasion work of the Song family, which Maolin was in charge of, did not progress satisfactorily. His prestige in the family is still much smaller. Most people surnamed Song didn't believe in his vision and insight, but recognized the xylophone's style. As a result, there were very few responders. Some scolded him for eating inside and out, not helping his own family, but helping people with foreign surnames to tear down their own countertops, which is simply not a thing. made Maolin gray like a turtle grandson, unable to raise his head in front of the clan all day long.

Zhenfu's work is also mixed. Originally, the hearts and minds of the people surnamed Li were many and mixed, and it was difficult to get together for many years. Now, they are all operating their own one-third of an acre of land, and their minds are naturally more and more divergent. Especially seeing the xylophone selling apricots last year, it made most of the people surnamed Li so greedy that they couldn't sleep all night. So, they followed the xylophone with determination. Those who suffer losses and make cheap profits are also this year's hammer deal. Next year, we'll talk about next year.

The reason why Zhenshu's family wants to run with Zhenfu is completely due to love. Of course, he knew that xylophone was going to be centrally managed, so she naturally had her plans, and it was definitely not a bad idea. Otherwise, how could such a shrewd woman jump into the fire pit she had dug herself? However, he was even more afraid of offending the sour apricot Zhenfu. After all, it was they who had controlled the lifeblood of Xinghua Village for many years. According to my understanding of yin and yang, sour apricots represent the masculine side. The xylophone is just a momentary strong feminine aura that will not last.

As for the dismissal of the technical team, the matter was handled fairly smoothly.

Of course, the people have to listen to Lao Tzu's arrangement. Reluctantly, he retreated first. Mao Qing's work as the eldest son's official seal was very difficult. After two days and one night, I finally persuaded the official seal to quit the technical team. The work of the summer solstice is forced to do it by the four seasons. But there is an additional condition, that is, when the commune recruits soldiers in the coming year, he must be called to serve as a soldier like the autumn equinox of the second brother. Otherwise, he would break with his family and parents and resolutely follow the xylophone. In order to complete the task assigned by Zhenfu, the spokesperson of the Li family, Lan Xiang gritted her teeth and agreed for the time being in order to show her loyalty to Sour Apricot. As for whether you can be a soldier in the coming year, it will depend on the magic power of sour apricots.

In this work, Zhenfu was disgraced. He couldn't do the work of a foreign company, and he didn't even dare to do decent conversations. Zhenfu once showed that he wanted to quit in front of the foreign bank, saying that the people, the official seal and the summer solstice didn't want to be in the technical team. The whole village is reluctant to engage in centralized management, and they all want to quit and run it from home, so that they can rest assured. Before the words fell, the foreign bank replied with a black tiger face, I don't know what you are thinking. Aren't you jealous that other people's xylophones are better than you? I want to dismantle the stage, but there is no door. If our family also wants to quit, we will divide it according to the head, cut out my share, and put it under centralized management. Whether it's earning or folding, I recognize it, and it has nothing to do with my family.

Frightened, Zhenfu quickly closed his mouth, and didn't even dare to mention the topic of persuading him to quit the technical team.

As a result, the original six-person technical team only left Jing'er, Yangxing and Zhu'er.

While the sour apricots were in full swing to rebel against the villagers, there was also infighting in the xylophone family.

At the beginning, Muqin knew that Technician Qin was not used to eating food in the mountains, so he specially boiled an egg for him at breakfast every day. Of course, others will not enjoy such treatment. Technician Qin saw that others didn't have it, and he resolutely refused to eat it. He also peeled off the hard shell of the egg, broke it into two pieces, and divided it among Zhong'er and Xingzai. Xylophone was willing to let the two of them eat, but seeing that he was not as strong as Technician Qin, he immediately interrupted the supply of eggs, and cheapened Zhong'er and Xingzai's four-day small stove for nothing.

Because of the four-day supply of eggs, Mao Sheng was unimpressed. He muttered behind his back, this egg is our small bank. Four eggs can be exchanged for ten days and a half of kerosene. It was filled into the bottomless pit of the two cubs, but it's a pity that it's not.

The xylophone didn't dare to squeak. She was afraid of causing a disturbance, so she let Technician Qin listen.

Maosheng didn't stop there. He saw that Tian'er was nagging about the lights in the west courtyard every day, and he stayed up until late at night, and how many eggs he needed to get in exchange. Xylophone thought he was stingy and nagging, like a housewife, making small calculations and turning over small ledgers. It's all about the details, not like a man's pie. Mao Sheng was robbed of the xylophone a few times, and he was a little annoyed in his heart. He often quarreled with the xylophone, and threatened several times to drive the Qin technician to roll up and leave.

Xylophone was really afraid that he would do such a stupid thing, so he was patient and tried his best to accommodate him. The more this is the case, the more it fuels Maosheng's temperament. The tone of his speech gradually became louder, and he also made a scene of playing with his face coldly to show people. Muqin felt that if he was too accommodating, he would have to perform a scene of thanking people if he couldn't bear it. She took advantage of the fact that Technician Qin and Wa Cub were not at home during the day, and had a fierce argument with Mao Sheng. She patiently counted the benefits of Technician Qin's coming to the village to live at home, and patiently counted them over and over again. In particular, the benefits of living at home are greatly exaggerated by the xylophone.

Muqin said, live in our house, sleep in the same room with Jing'er, don't talk about anything else, just how much knowledge and how many small stoves Technician Qin has taught us Jing'er at night. Other people's families are so anxious that they want to invite him to live, but they can't get it.

Mao Sheng is willing to listen to such enlightenment, but he still feels not very relieved. The reason for his uneasiness was that he faintly heard some rumors. said that when the xylophone and Qin technicians saw Tian'er running crazy in the apricot forest, they must have run out of some crooked ways. Moreover, Xylophone's eager attitude towards Technician Qin really made him suspicious. Mao Sheng immediately nervously observed the words and deeds of the two, and even the tone and look of the two when they were talking. After carefully observing for some time, I didn't notice anything wrong with the two. So, he came up with three clever plans for himself.

First, when the two of them were sitting in the pot house and talking about the management plan of the apricot forest, he took the excuse to go out. After a while, he came back on tiptoe and eavesdropped on what the two of them were talking about behind their backs. After trying it a few times, I didn't think there was anything wrong with it. The two of them still talked about business, and they didn't mention anything suspicious.

If he can't eavesdrop, he follows him. As soon as he saw Xylophone and Technician Qin walking to check on the apricot forest, he also pretended to collect firewood and followed from a distance. Carefully identify whether the two of them have any out-of-the-ordinary behavior, such as flirting or hugging and kissing. After following it for a while, I still haven't found anything overdone.

He also thought that if the two of them really made a deviant thing, then there would definitely be an abnormal reaction in the sexual affairs of the two of them. So, for a period of time, he forced himself to use the strength of breastfeeding, shook his spirits, went to bed at night, and asked to have sex with the xylophone. Showing the majesty of the fierce leopard in previous years, the battle is endless night and night. After all, he was a little older, and this kind of battle only lasted for a few days, and the xylophone did not show any boredom, but collapsed first. made his roots soften, like an eggplant beaten by frost, and he was listless all day long.

Xylophone thought he was suffering from some strange disease. Frightened, she ran to the commune hospital and asked the doctor she didn't know, saying that she was embarrassed to come to her neighborhood, and asked her to take it with her when she went to the town to do business, and asked her what her illness was. The doctor didn't know what to do, so he speculated that it might be an imbalance of sex hormones in the body and suffered from ** hypereuphoria. The doctor was kind enough to bring some conditioning medicine and asked the xylophone to bring it back. Mao Sheng knew that the doctor did not call his pulse, and he had words of suffering. He had to assume that he had taken the medicine on time, and he had already carried the xylophone on his back and threw all the medicine into the pig trough.

Seeing that the three strategies he designed did not work, Mao Sheng felt a lot relieved. He felt that Xylophone was still the same woman he was, and he didn't change his mind with him. It's just that he is too warm and polite to Technician Qin. However, with the increase of time, who can guarantee that the two of them will not spark and make feelings, let alone that they will not change their minds in the future.

So, one day after dinner, while the babies and cubs ran to the west courtyard to listen to the story told by Technician Qin, Mao Sheng solemnly warned the xylophone that there were rumors outside, saying how the two of you are. I don't believe it, but words are sharper than machetes.

It was only then that the xylophone suddenly realized. It turned out that Mao Sheng hated here and there, tirelessly muttered trivial things, and sacrificed his life to toss himself, all under the guise of an excuse and an excuse. His true intention was to test the truth of the rumors outside, so as to keep his courtyard intact. Xylophone felt aggrieved. My heart is sour, and I feel the urge to cry. After that, she couldn't help but want to laugh again, and said, I think, you believe this. Otherwise, why do you keep thinking about these things all day long, and you give up your life to toss yourself. If I were such a person, I would have divorced you a long time ago and ran away with someone else, would I still live a poor life here with you sincerely?

was robbed of the xylophone softly and hard again, and Mao Sheng felt relieved in his heart. I think of it again, since the Qin technician lived at home, he slept with his wife in his arms every night. When you want to be debauched, you can be debauched whenever you want. How to do it, because of the eyes and ears of the two cubs next door, the xylophones also obediently cooperated. Don't dare to do it like before, he has to die begging for nothing, grinding softly and hard to make a sound, before it is over. In all fairness, the arrival of Technician Qin brought him unexpected satisfaction. People give money for meals, Jing'er doesn't have to pay for tuition fees to learn knowledge, and Xylophone is not a woman who attracts bees and butterflies and water-based poplars, so what is there to worry about. After thinking about it like this, the knots in my heart were slightly unraveled.

Mao Sheng blushed, and once again told the xylophone, it's better to be careful, people are terrible.

Maosheng's worries are obviously unnecessary. But for others, it's not superfluous.

On the day when Mao Sheng and Xylophone had a heart-to-heart exchange, bees, butterflies, water and flowers flocked to Technician Qin. It made him scramble, and he didn't know how to deal with it for a while. This bee, butterfly, water and flowers, is the full moon full of gratitude, and the sincerity that has always been looking for opportunities to repay the kindness.

A month ago, that cold winter night with wet rain rippling. In the bleak and helpless dark night, the full moon mother and son passed another sad ditch in their lives. Just like the time when Xigui died, in a situation of grief and indignation, and helplessness, it was the sour apricot xylophones that helped her support her own world. And on that cold winter night, it was the xylophone who tore out a hole in his own sky. This time, it was Technician Qin, who had never known each other, who came to the aid and patched the cracks of the rain leakage for the mother. This kind of heartfelt gratitude is very different from the gratitude to the villagers who see them every day, and there is more sincerity and respect in it.

She often nagged Zhu'er, saying that Technician Qin was our noble person and a benefactor with a bodhisattva's heart. We have to treat people well. Usually take care of it more, grab the light work and heavy work, don't be tired of Technician Qin. Don't let the villagers laugh at us, saying that we entered through the back door of others. If you look down on us, you will look down on Technician Qin.

She specially asked Zhu'er to pay attention to the living conditions of Technician Qin, and said that if the clothes and other items are dirty and torn, and they need to be washed, washed, sewn and repaired, they will come to our house and let their mother wash and sew them. Your aunt is a tough woman outside the home, not inside the home. Even if you can't take care of your own details, how can you take care of the trivial things of Technician Qin.

Since the death of Xigui, Zhu'er has become more and more aware of filial piety and obedience to her mother's opinion. He was afraid that he would disobey his mother's mind and cause her sadness and trouble, so he did everything according to the meaning of the full moon. He always paid attention to Technician Qin's clothing and behavior, and ran around him to take care of him diligently. What can not let him bother to work hard, he always rushes to help out. was so angry that the foreign companies scolded him behind his back for pretending to be attentive and pretending to be positive, because he wanted to get something good from Technician Qin. As a result, the relationship between the foreign firms and Zhu'er was not harmonious. Sometimes, they deliberately make the pillar bad and let the pillar do more ineffective work, so as to rectify the pillar. Zhu'er didn't think much about it, and still followed Technician Qin in a daze, rushing here and there in front of him. It made the foreign companies annoyed and annoyed, and they couldn't make a sound of joy.

Zhu'er has asked Technician Qin for dirty clothes many times, saying, my mother is fine at home, and she is idle when she is idle, so take it to her and let her wash it. Technician Qin said that he didn't call it anything, saying that I was a big man's family, and I still had to ask others to worry about taking care of life. Therefore, this laundry and mending thing has not been implemented. When bringing lunch to Zhu'er, Full Moon deliberately put on the salted duck eggs that he was reluctant to eat, and asked Zhu'er to give them to Technician Qin. On a few occasions, Zhu'er secretly put salted duck eggs into Technician Qin's lunch box. When he got home, the salted duck eggs were always untouched and unconsciously packed in his rice bag. Technician Qin also pulled Zhu'er to no one's place and said to Zhu'er, don't bring me food in the future. Your family's life may not be easy, so keep it for your family. Don't worry about me.

Because of these, the full moon respected Technician Qin more and more, saying that he was a bodhisattva in the lower realm, caring for people, considerate of people, and really a good person who was hard to find in the world. Thinking about it in my heart, it reminded me of those day and night scenes when Xigui was alive. She felt that in addition to Xigui, the only one who really cared about herself was Technician Qin. Slowly, in her mind, the weight of Technician Qin became heavier and heavier. Seeing that Tian'er was thinking about Technician Qin's hunger and coldness, he was like thinking about the joy of the past.

There has been no chance to repay Technician Qin's kindness, and the full moon will not be peaceful all day long. Finally she couldn't help it, so she went to the xylophone house alone that afternoon.

Zhong Er was the only one in the house, making the house look like a grocery store. Full Moon said that she had come to get Technician Qin's dirty clothes. Zhong'er immediately led her to the west courtyard and unlocked the door. Let her go in and get it alone, and then run back to the east courtyard to continue to make madness.

There were dirty clothes and torn socks everywhere in the West House, and there was a strong smell of sweat and stinky feet. The full moon pitied the situation of Technician Qin far away from home and no one to take care of him. She hurriedly cleaned up, and couldn't tell which one belonged to Technician Qin and which one belonged to Jing'er, so she wrapped it in dirty wrapping and carrying it back to her house. She quickly boiled the water, washed it carefully, and baked it by the flames between the pots and stoves.

In the evening, it is the time for families to make dinner. There were stacks of exclamations from the xylophone family's west courtyard. Jing'er screamed as if she had been stung by a wasp. He cried out that his house had been robbed, and that his clothes had been stolen, and that only bedding and washed trousers were left. Mao Sheng hurried over, and also exclaimed one after another, our village has never lost anything, why will it be gone. The xylophone was also confused, saying that it didn't look like it had been stolen, why was there nothing missing in the house, except for the dirty clothes, so don't ask someone to wash it. Jing'er said suspiciously, how could it be, no one had ever said that he would wash the clothes, could it be that the clothes had long legs, and he couldn't run out by himself.

Just in doubt, Technician Qin slapped the wide bright head on the frame of his glasses with his hand, and said, I know miles, I know miles, I can't lose it. But if he refuses to say what he knows, he can't lose it.

A few people carried a stuffy gourd in their arms, cooking sullenly, cleaning up the tables and stools. At this time, Zhong'er and Xingzi ran home. Seeing that the adults were not emotional, they obediently helped to set the dishes and serve the plates, like a docile cat. Zhong'er wanted to tell the adults about the full moon coming to get clothes, but when she saw the appearance of the adults, she didn't dare to talk more. Once these words were put down, they were instantly forgotten. The family ate sullenly, and there was no longer the high-minded talk of the past. Technician Qin was very uncomfortable, he wanted to say but didn't want to say it, and he also ate sullenly. After eating, they all went back to their houses.

At this time, the full moon hurried into the west courtyard. She was also carrying a large package in her hand. As soon as she stepped into the door, she panted and said, Technician Qin, it's too late. The firewood was soaked with snow, and the fire in the stove was not thriving, and it was baked until now.

Jing'er then understood, it turned out that she didn't greet one at the full moon, so she secretly took her clothes to wash. He hurriedly took the burden, opened it, and saw that the dirty clothes of the two of them were cleanly washed and neatly folded, and none of them were missing. He was overjoyed, and said thank you to Technician Qin together, and happily sent the full moon out of the door.

Back in the house, Jing'er asked Technician Qin, the sun came out from the west, why was she so diligent. I didn't think it would be her to help us do the laundry.

Technician Qin said indiscriminately, she may think that we have taken good care of Zhu'er, and she wants to repay her. He also instructed that this matter was over, and there was no need to go out and talk about it. In the future, we can't occupy other people's labor in vain. As soon as there is dirty laundry, wash it immediately, don't let the family work hard.

Jing'er said indifferently, she was willing to wash us, and we didn't ask her to wash it, so why do you care so much.

This matter naturally reached the ears of the two xylophones. Mao Sheng asked the xylophone in confusion, why didn't the full moon say hello, and quietly washed the laundry.