The words of the old village chief made the father of the second lady really anxious, and there was really no hypocrisy for half a day. The old village chief has been a cadre in the village since the land reform, and he even served as a soldier when he was young. When he fought with the Japanese devil with a bayonet, he was seriously injured and returned to his hometown, and became the village chief. He has been upright all his life, thinking about everyone in the village everywhere, and will not play conspiracy. Everyone thinks that they are good people, and good people should be rewarded, so how can there be a danger of stepping down?

But the reality is so cruel, "the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and the front waves die on the beach". But he didn't understand that "when the scenery of the back waves can be, it is not the same in the blink of an eye." ”

Hearing the old village chief say this, the fathers of the second mother are also sour in their hearts, but they can also think about this now. The son is the most important, and when I think of my son, I can't help but feel my heart again.

Met Jingxian again, at this time Jingxian was proud of the spring breeze, and he was fighting with his sister-in-law. A while ago, the old village chief met him and said to him: "Jingxian, An said that I, as the village chief, can't take care of your private affairs." But there are some things that you have to control yourself, so don't be too self-conscious. A person lives with a face and a tree lives with a skin, and if this person is not cheeky, he will not look like a person. I'll just say you can figure it out for yourself this time. ”

"Old village chief, what did you say? I, Lin Jingxian, am a well-educated person in Dadi Village. We don't do anything out of the ordinary, you don't listen to the people in the village chewing their tongues. Of course, Jingxian would not admit what he had done at that time, and blushed and defended himself.

"Jingxian, the eyes of the old and young masters in the village are snowy, the paper can't contain the fire, and the snow can't bury the children. What's more, if there is no wind and no waves, you can admit it or not, check it in the future, set an example for future generations, and don't make yourself infamous. The old village chief took a puff of dry tobacco leaves and said.

Of course, Jingxian knew what the old village chief was trying to persuade him, and his face couldn't help but burn even more, fortunately there were no outsiders present, otherwise he really wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into.

The old village chief didn't say anything else to him, and left after speaking. From then on, Jingxian hated the old village chief, did he care about my business, did he eat the river water, and used you to teach me how to be a person? I've always held a grudge and swore to take revenge on the old village chief, old thing, let's ride a donkey and read the record book, and we'll see!

At that time, Xiangyi was networking the forces in the village, forming a gang to unite the Lin family, and threatened to bring benefits to everyone after coming to power. It's a wish and a promise, and it's a mess of the village. He is a member of the village committee like Jingxian, and he dreams of one day Fuzheng and can call for the wind in Dadi Village, so Jingxian became the vanguard of Xiangyi.

Jingxian saw the father of the second lady riding a bicycle swaying towards this side, so he hurriedly called out to him and said, "Is our child getting better in the past two days? Why don't you make people feel so calm, no matter how busy you are, don't make yourself sick, you see, it's only been a few days, and this hair is so white, you can't go on like this, think about it or your body will collapse!"

The father of the second lady saw Jingxian's concerned look, and his heart was not painful. They all live in the same village, who doesn't know whose temperament is a human being? The same kind of polite and caring words, the old village chief said it and made people feel a warm current surging in their hearts. When you say it, it seems so fake, so hypocritical, and so annoying.

This is the impression of people, once a person has an opinion about another person, no matter how good it is, it is also so unpleasant. Tell me what you Jingxian is doing? After marrying someone else's sister and hooking up with someone else's sister, is it still a human being? It's really a dragon born of a dragon and a wind and a mouse that can steal holes. It's a pity that he can't say anything about Jingxian, if there is any conflict between the two people, the old and young masters of Dadi Village will laugh off their big teeth!

It is said that the adulterer seduced by Liu Meier, the ancestor of the two girls, is the generation of Jingxian's grandfather, and the old people in the village say that the day Liu Meier was struck by lightning and died, Jingxian's old generation was also looking for someone. Both families searched for the corpses and came back to the funeral one day, and the joke was a big joke. People imagine the madness of the two on the top of the clay kiln, and exaggerate the plot that makes people blush. Several years of gossip material.

Of course, the father of the second lady has also heard of it, although he feels ashamed to let people mention it, but you can't block the two skins of the human mouth. I don't have the slightest sense of the father of Jingxian and the second mother, and then I dig up the ancestors who were private schools of the seniors, what a good thing!

The father of the second lady just smiled bitterly to express his gratitude, and people pretended to be that word, "reach out and don't hit the smiling person" This person's common feelings still understand.

At that time, Xiangyi wanted to engage the old village chief, and he and the two girls were classmates in the same class, and the two girls studied very well and their brains were flexible, but compared to Xiangyi's methods, they were far behind. Xiangyi is ambitious, not only does he want to mix with the village branch committee to finish the matter, he wants to get ahead and take power alone and trample everyone under his feet.

He and Monk Zhang Er were also classmates, and he met the second uncle who was the director of the Revolutionary Committee through Monk Zhang Er, and they were quite close to each other. I told me about my thoughts about becoming the village chief in Dadi Village. The director of the Revolutionary Committee is also an old Jianghu, and he understands Xiangyi's ambitions, but he doesn't let go of his help if he wants to capture him, and he doesn't say anything to death.

Although Xiangyi is young, he has a scheming, he understands the truth that if you want to be fast, you can't reach it, let's make tea in cold water and slowly thicken. On the one hand, they stepped up their efforts to get along with the director of the Revolutionary Committee, and on the other hand, they frantically collected the reactionary materials of the old village chief, listed the crimes, and tried to win over the old village chiefs on the Internet. Launch round after round offensive against the old village chief. There is a great intention of not ousting the old village chief from power and not giving up.

A few days have passed, and the father of the second lady is familiar with the road to the county seat, and the people who go straight to the county two or three times a day are sleepy. What comforted him was that the two girls were much better in the hospital, at least they could communicate and speak normally. It's just that he still can't breathe when he cries when he mentions Xiao'e, and his father only tries to persuade and avoid mentioning the word Xiao'e.

At this time, it is also the rainy season, the sky is the same as the monkey's face, it is still full of colorful clouds when it is dark, but in the second half of the night, it is lightning and thunder, wind and rain, the downpour is very bad, and the sound of the wall collapsing in the village is constantly heard. The rain was too heavy.

The father of the second lady didn't close his eyes all night, and he was afraid that the water in the yard would not be discharged, so the yard was flooded and soaked in the foundation. Although this house is built sturdily, it must be a hundred-year-old house. How can it not be worrying? The branches in the courtyard of the street are so blown by the wind and rain that they are broken a lot, and the branches roll on the ground like ghosts and demons, making people hairy.

The sound of the howling wind and rain made all the villagers tremble and panic in the dark night.

Early in the morning, when the rain was a little lighter, the old stubborn man got a broken cart and carried an axe to pick up branches, which were mostly dead or moth-eaten. The old stubborn man used an axe to chop the fallen branches into sections and stack them in the carriage. As he walked, he looked for the thicker branches, and he didn't want the slender ones he scraped. Because there is no one in the morning, I will pick up some thick branches first, and then pick up the fine ones when I have time.

Unconsciously, he couldn't help but leave the village, and he saw a large willow tree that had been struck by lightning and fell halfway, and the tree was emitting white smoke in the drizzle. How powerful the big willow tree is, you can imagine that if it were a human, only bones would be left to hit.

The stubborn old man was overjoyed, such a big tree collapsed, I can get most of the cart by chopping and chopping, and I can get a large cart of firewood this morning, even if it gets wet, it's worth it. The horn chirped and waded through the water and mud to pull the car and rushed to it, but in fact, the tree looked not far away, and when it came to it, it was quite close to the riverbank. When he got under the tree, he hurried away, and the stubborn old man was still a strong laborer. It was also handy to pack up these tasks, the big axe was opened, and the branches were stacked neatly in the carriage by flying up and down.

As he did it, he felt that something was wrong, and he felt that there was a strange sound, like a rooster crowing like a young sheep? Listen, no, he held up his axe and looked around, but there was nothing, it would be quite far from the village, and even if the sound came from the village, it would not be so clear and loud. The sound came and went, and came and went.

You may have this sound when you work, but when you stop listening, you don't have it again. This is weird! What the hell is this sound?

He was a little too puzzled, so he simply didn't give up, just sat down and listened, and he must find out! The voice came again, and this time the stubborn old man heard clearly the source of the voice, which came from the other side of the Nanhe. He was very happy that the heavy rain in the evening had washed down someone's sheepfold, and the young sheep were washed down by the water to the side of the South River.

When people walk, horses are angry, camels are on the Lugou Bridge, and rabbits can't be shot if they want to be lucky. Today, I am collecting firewood and getting young sheep, and it is really good to get up early, and the early birds have food to eat, which is not false at all. It doesn't matter how I said that I picked up the young sheep, and if you come to collect it, you have to look at my face. It's a favor to you, it's not your duty to give it to you, I didn't go to your house to steal it.

No one wants to raise it better until August 15 and slaughter it, and if the meat sold on the market is not allowed to be sold, it will be handed over to the supply and marketing cooperatives for sale, so I have to leave haggis for me. It must be my sheep, and if it is a ewe, it can also breed one. The cycle of sheep should be five months, which will be no problem until one litter is born every year. The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, and he threw down the cart and the axe and came in search of sound.

At this time, the water in the South River has swelled a lot, how heavy the rain last night can be imagined, the river bank was washed away by the rain as if a large piece was cut away, and many big ditches were washed out by the rain, and the roots of the white flowers were exposed by the weeds and trees. The rain was so wet that the stubborn old man had to roll up his pants and jump around in the mud and grass, looking for the sound of the young sheep.

The stubborn old man felt that something was wrong, the voice came from Xiao'e's grave, which had been buried for a few days and he had helped to bury it, and he remembered it clearly. But how could there be a young sheep washed there? His brain was a little explosive, Xiao'e died strangely, could it be that she was struck by lightning or deceived by blisters?

Thinking of this, the stubborn old man's face turned yellow with fright, and his legs trembled, how is this good?