From the discovery that the "old guy" does not like to eat or move, to the time he slowly swallows his last breath, it has taken more than a month. During this period, the sour jujube clothes took care of it uncomfortably and accompanied it through a tiring life.

The sour jujube cried like a child. His shoulders shook, and his thin chest twitched like a bellows. His mouth let out a hoarse sobbing sound, just like a dead mother, Lao Tzu, or even a daughter-in-law. Over and over again, he tirelessly preached to the people who came to inquire that the cow was not to be damned. When I found out that the cows didn't like to eat grass, I reported to Mao Lin, and went to the commune veterinarian station several times to get medicine, but nothing happened. Later, I also took the cow to the veterinarian station, gave injections, and had an enema, but I still didn't care. Later, the cow stopped eating or drinking, and its belly was swollen. Tonight, it's just swelling to death. When he closes his eyes, he still looks at me. It still wants to live, and it wants me to cure it. As he spoke, he burst into tears.

The people who came to inquire put on a sympathetic face, said a few easy-going words, and secretly departed happily. As if they had met a great event, they spread the word everywhere with great fanfare, attracting groups of elated visitors. The ploughing cow who had worked hard for the team all his life and contributed his whole life died, and among the thousands of people in the village, only the sour jujube was grief-stricken, but the others were happy in their hearts. Finally having beef to eat, so that the old people and children who rarely see the smell of meat all year round can relieve their hunger, is the first thought that pops up in the hearts of every villager when they hear this good news. They spoke to each other and told each other. After only a short time of work gathering, the news spread to all corners of the village.

Mao Lin blew a few whistles, suppressing the chirping and chattering of everyone, and also forcibly suppressing the joy in his heart. He tensed his face and said, "The death of a ploughing cow is still a cow, which is a major loss for our team." I had to report to the commune immediately, and then ask someone to come and check it out at the veterinarian station. Everyone can go to work with peace of mind, don't delay production for this.

When everyone left excitedly, Mao Lin also ran to Sour Xing's house in a hurry. He couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart, and eagerly reported the matter to Sour Xing, and asked whether to first disembowel and skin the cow and wait for the commune to come and inspect it, or wait for the commune to finish the inspection and then peel and disembowel.

Sour Xing had already seen that the cow was no longer good, and was also hoping that it would die soon, so she would leave a lot of beef to eat. He still complained about his younger brother sour jujube in his heart, thinking that he was too concerned about taking care of this sick cow. If it doesn't die for a damn hour, when the little flesh on its body is gone, it can only gnaw on the bone shelf. With a good mood, after patiently listening to Maolin's report, Sour Apricot waved his big hand and said loudly, what are you waiting for, I will peel it today. You go to the commune quickly, and immediately pull the people from the veterinarian station to inspect it. At lunchtime, let's divide the meat. Let Zhenfu clear the account, each household is divided according to the head, and the work will be deducted from the work at the end of the year, don't make mistakes.

Cattle are an important asset of the production team. Without cattle, it means that the factories have no machines, and the countryside has no heavy labor. Based on this, the commune has established a strict reporting system. If there is a new cow cub in the team, it is necessary to report the good news to the commune as if there was a baby in the family. If the cow died, it should be reported to the commune within twelve hours. The commune sent people from the veterinarian station to check whether they had died of illness or accident. If there is an accidental death, it is necessary to find out whether it is the dereliction of duty of the breeder or the deliberate mutilation of the bad person to death, and the responsibility of the village party secretary and the person concerned must be investigated. If it is serious, the branch secretary will be removed, the party member will be expelled, and the person concerned will be detained and brought to justice.

Of course, the sour apricots and the forest are not afraid of the commune to come and inspect them. It's just that I'm afraid that the people of the commune won't come in time, and the beef will have to be delayed until dark before it can be distributed. At that time, I am afraid that the whole village will have to eat dinner in the middle of the night.

Maolin rushed out of the door of Sour Xing's house like a whirlwind, and hurried to the commune to report in three steps.

[End of Chapter]