In the evening after the spring rain, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, the air is fresh, the clouds are leisurely floating, the wheat seedlings are pregnant, the rape is poded, the acacia flowers on the south slope are as white as snow, exuding bursts of fragrance, in the sweet potato field at the mouth of the ditch under the slope, Luo Kun, secretary of the party branch, and five or six members of the society, holding the whip and the plow, ploughing on the soft land.

Suddenly, Luo Kun's woman hurriedly turned up the hurdle and shouted in a trembling voice: "Hurry......! ......"

Luo Kun drank the ox, inserted the plow, and ran forward.

"Provoke the big ...... Woe ......"

Luo Kun's face changed greatly: "What's the matter?"

"Our three babies and Da Shun...... Beat, Shunwa...... Gasless...... ......"

"How's it going?"

"Pull me to the hospital...... I don't know ...... yet."

"Ah......h

Luo Kun was like a stick, his brain was buzzing, he thrust the whip into the ground, got off the hill, and walked towards the well drilling site on the river beach, the corners of his coat were rubbed waist-high wheat leaves.

On the well digging site, wooden posts, leather ropes, and shovels were thrown on the ground, and the adjacent wheat seedlings were trampled down, which was a sign of a fight. The well drilling site was empty, and the derrick stood quietly high in the air.

From the straw hut where the night guards had been set up improvise, there was a sound of frantic talking. Luo Kun turned to the opposite side and saw that his third son, Luo Hu, was sitting on a wooden bed with several young people playing poker.

Luo Kun stared at his son: "You are fighting with Dashun?"

The son replied, "Hmm!"

Luo Kun asked, "He bullied you?"

The son didn't care: "No. ”

"Then why fight?"

So, the son recounted the story of the past 1510, and he did not hide his actions to find trouble and provoke, but dared to act.

Luo Kun's face was blue, and after listening to his son's story, he sneered and said, "It's your search for Dashun, trying to get angry!"

The son twisted his neck, rolled his eyes, and didn't say anything, which was a tacit acquiescence. That look told everyone that he wasn't afraid.

Luo Kun asked again: "Forget what I said to you at home?"

"No!" said the son, "his father killed people during the 'Four Qings'! I am not afraid of him! He ......."

Luo Kun couldn't help it anymore, when he heard this, as soon as he raised his hand, the hard hand full of armor was drawn to his son's white and red face-

"Smack!"

The son threw himself back and twisted his head to the side.

Luo Kun turned around, strode out of the well field, and embarked on the mechanized road leading to the village in the twilight.

This fight was bad! How bad was it! Luo Kun walked on the road embroidered with grass behind his back with his hands behind his back, and his irritable mood couldn't stabilize in a hurry.

Luo Mengtian, director of the Poverty Association, was a figure relied on by the working group during the "Four Clean-up Movement" and stamped his big seal on the issue of redrawing Luo Kun's landlord component. In the more than 10 years that Luo Kun was under dictatorship, he resented the old man in Mengtian: You and I grew up playing together, running away from the strong men together, engaging in land reform together, and running an agricultural cooperative, don't you understand what kind of person I Luo Kun is? How can you put your big seal on those fabricated proof materials? Thinking like this, he didn't even want to recruit the old man in Mengtian. Sometimes, when I think about it, how many people have withstood the formidable posture of the "Four Clean-up Movement" working group? He forgave the old man Mengtian again. Whether it's resentment or forgiveness, he lives a life of dictatorship, and he doesn't need to deal with the old man in Mengtian. In the spring of this year, his problems were finally rehabilitated, his party membership was restored, the branch was re-elected, and the party members embraced him to the highest leadership position of the Luocun brigade, and he shed tears......

He wanted to talk to the old man in Mengtian, but it never worked. The surprisingly stubborn old man of Yumeda insisted on avoiding talking to him. Not long ago, he found the old man's door, but Mengtian's mother-in-law said that the old man was not there and declined. Not only were the old poor associations wary of him, but those who had put forward their opinions on cadres under the "guidance" of the working group during the "Four Clean-up Movement" were wary of cadres who had returned to power. The most nerve-wracking thing for Luo Kun, the party secretary, is this matter. Think about it, the people's hearts are not aligned, you guard against me, I guard against you, how to engage in production? How to achieve mechanization? Just when he was worried about this complicated relationship in Luo Village, his son caused him such a disaster......