In this regard, Xylophone came to Sour Xing's house worriedly and analyzed with him the mood of the villagers who were spreading around and disturbing. Sour apricots are also anxious, but there is nothing they can do. He preached, the matter has come to this, and you are also thinking about three worries and four things. It is hard to take the villagers to get rich. The more you are afraid of it, the more it comes, and you can't hide it. If you encounter something, solve it, and take it one step at a time. As long as our hearts and eyes are fair, and we are not afraid of shadows, let others talk about what to go. Sooner or later, there will be an axiom to support us and speak.

Xylophone still can't get out of this anxious psychological shadow. She cautiously tentatively adjusted the clouds and smoke barriers that had already risen in the mountain village, waiting for the wind and rain to come and go.

The start date of the second phase of the road repair project is a few days earlier than the previous winter. Because the start-up funds have been in place, the xylophone rushed to the day of the beginning of winter and took the villagers to move.

In the first few days, many villagers were unhappy because of the fact that the apricot money was intercepted by the village, and there was a strong sense of resistance. I don't want to go to work, so I stay at home and listen to the wind and see the direction of the wind. Some people also colluded with each other to make a pledge not to go to the construction site. Maolin was even more angry. He also stayed at home and rubbed off, just didn't show up. His actions were naturally remembered by some villagers, and they had more and more reasons not to go to work. Moreover, this kind of behavior has affected the villagers working on the construction site, and gradually there has been an undesirable phenomenon of passive sabotage. Compared with the hot scene on the construction site last year, this year's construction site looks much dull and cold. Muqin and the others were in a hurry, and went to call Maolin to work several times. Maolin excused himself with a headache, a sore stomach, and a sore egg, and he pushed back and forth, that is, he stayed at home and didn't go out.

Sour Apricot certainly knows what's going on on the construction site. Feng'er regularly fed back various information to him every day, including the ideological trends of the villagers and the anxiety of the xylophone, and asked him to help the staff with some matters. Sour Xing immediately realized that if it was allowed to develop, I was afraid that what I was worried about at the beginning would really happen. That is, the construction site was scattered, leaving aside the half-pulled project, and completely pushing the xylophone Feng'er and others who provoked the leader into a desperate situation of being blamed and cursed. Of course, Sour Apricot will not sit idly by and let such an unimaginable dangerous thing happen. Despite his own weakness and disability, he stepped forward. Sour Xing leaned on the crutches given to him by Mao Sheng and found Mao Lin's door. Then, he limped in and out of some villagers' courtyards. Under the surprised gaze of the villagers, he also appeared on the construction site a few kilometers away from the village, and continued to do the errand of the original technical guidance and consultant of the blasting team.

His actions once again hit the heartstrings of the villagers' already fragile and affectionate hearts. Maolin couldn't squat anymore. He came to the construction site in a gloomy manner and continued to exercise the authority in his hands. The others had no excuses or reasons, so they rushed to it. Immediately, the construction site returned to the lively scene of the previous year.

With the continuous progress of the project, the little start-up capital that the villagers had put together was exhausted, and the xylophone once again faced the difficult dilemma of having no rice to cook. Like a headless fly, she pleaded around, but could not find a solution to the problem of depleted funds. By the end, the detonator had run out of explosives. The villagers had to use steel hammers and hammers to fight against the hard rock in a hopeless battle. Most of the villagers were shocked from their mouths, and blood juice came out. Smashing fingers and feet also happens often. More critically, the villagers have paid an overload of intense physical labor, but with little success. The road surface remained in its original state, and there was no progress at all. Some people began to be pessimistic and disappointed, thinking that it was completely foolish to work so desperately. If you want to rely on this primitive method to open this road, unless the sun rises from the western sky. Like a plague, the pessimism of the villagers quickly spread on the construction site. Cursing, complaining, and complaining can be heard everywhere. [End of Chapter]