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Qiaozhen was pushed and shoved by the militia of the Huangling Village Brigade to parade through the streets, and the crowd of onlookers gathered more and more.

The procession shouted: "Down with the female thief Wu Qiaozhen!" The crowd of onlookers also shouted: "Down with the female thief Wu Qiaozhen!"

The parade shouted: "Down with the shameless three-handed Wu Qiaozhen!" The crowd of onlookers on the street also shouted: "Down with the shameless three-handed Wu Qiaozhen!"

All of a sudden, all the people of Huangling Village regarded Qiaozhen as a shameless female thief!

Originally, she was still a member of the production team, and she was still giggling with people, joking, chatting, working together in the field, enjoying the dignity and personality of normal people, but at this moment, just because of those three corn cobs, she became the three hands that thousands of people scolded and spurned! She became the street rat that everyone shouted and beaten! and she became the worst bad person in the village.

In Huangling Village, since the land of the whole village was concentrated and returned to the production team, every household lost their land. One by one, the peasants were reduced to hired hands on the collective land.

Land is the most basic material condition for a farmer's survival. A farmer losing his land in the countryside is as unthinkable and unsurvivable as a fisherman losing his boat in the middle of the sea.

However, all the land and mountains in Huangling Village are collective, and individual farmers have no rights. Any farmer who tries to climb a mountain and cultivate a small plot of land to support his family in a collectively owned area is considered a "crime" and will immediately invite disaster.

Therefore, the peasants worked on the collective land and earned the little labor to support their families, which was tantamount to a drop in the bucket, so that hunger spread like a plague year after year.

However, at that time, the concept of collectivity was too deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and people's bones, blood and meridians were all infiltrated by the concept of "collectivity".

Collective property is sacrosanct, and anyone who steals a grain of rice from the collective will become everyone's public enemy in an instant.

As for why you took this grain of rice or a piece of thread, I don't ask. "Unconditional submission of the individual to the collective" is a principle that every living farmer must abide by for a long period of time, from the womb to the time when he is buried in the ground after death.

Every natural person is born for the collective and dies for the collective. People live for this abstract concept, and human beings become appendages of this abstract concept.

Therefore, it is natural to sacrifice the individual interests of the farmer for the sake of the collective good, and it becomes even more difficult when the individual interests of the farmer are in crisis and the collective needs to help.

Because the peasants first need to pass the level of the brigade cadres! It depends on the relationship between you and the brigade cadres.

These "parent officials" have no culture and lack of cultivation, and their families have lost their land, and the fate of their whole family depends on them, and their fate can be imagined. The village jokingly called it the saddest "Ghost Gate!"

Despite this, everyone's obedience and belief in the collective is no longer a system or a concept, but has been worshiped as a kind of god, a supreme god, in a long period of indoctrination. Everyone worships and worships with all their hearts.

Under this concept of serious opposition between collective interests and private interests, the personal interests and private interests of farmers are regarded as the root of all evil, and the beast of the flood.

It is as if there is no private interest or personal interest in each farmer. As the carrier of individual interests, every natural person has also become the opposite of the collective. Because every natural person represents a person's personal interests and private interests.

The existence of a natural person always relies on a certain property and personality to survive and continue his life, and when his personal interests are regarded as a flood beast and suffer extreme exclusion, then the natural person, who is the carrier of this property and personality, will have his property rights and personality rights gone. Thus, the crisis of humanitarian ideas is everywhere.

Driven by such an extreme idea, the members of the collective production team in Huangling Village have become an irrational, inhumane, and non-cannibalistic group organization. To a mother who was expecting these three corns to feed her toddlers, and to three hungry toddlers who were crying, she was looking forward to bringing back these three corns to satisfy their hunger, publicly insulting and attacking, and venting her "collective" emotions of wanting to eliminate this sinful body in order to relieve their hatred.

This terrible "collective" mood has hanged Qiaozhen's spirit, leaving only a walking corpse to be pushed by them to wreak havoc on the streets.

The scorching sun had already swam over the middle of Huangling Village, and it was time for lunch.

The farmers who were working in the collective fields also drove their cattle and carried pears, hoes and other farm tools to leave the land and go home to the sound of the loudspeakers in the village, "The sea sails by the helmsman".

At that time, the collective field was very punctual, and when the time came, it was necessary to call it a day and go home, and there was no delay for a moment. Because people say that cows don't do it!

When Huangling Village goes to work in the fields every day, the loudspeaker in the village wants to play: the song "Dongfang Hong". The farmers carried farm tools, drove cattle, and stepped on the rhythm of the "Dongfang Hong" music to work in the collective fields.

At the end of the day, the village loudspeaker will play the song "The sea sails by the helmsman". Due to the long implementation of this work and rest system, even the cattle understood that this was the order to call it a day.

Therefore, as soon as the oxen in the field heard the song "The sea sails by the helmsman", they immediately left the land and went home without delay.

Therefore, people listen to the collective and the leader, but the cow only listens to the loudspeaker in the village, no matter what the collective or the leader is. If it didn't call it a day, it would run wildly to the ground with the reins of a wooden plow, and two or three people would not be able to hold it at all.

Therefore, after a long time, everyone did not obey the will of the leader, but turned to obey the will of the ox.

So at noon, the work was called, and under the drive of the oxen, the people in the fields of crops came out of the crops, patted the soil on their bodies, wiped the sweat from their foreheads, and walked towards the edge of the field.

Those who ploughed the oxen followed the old oxen with a wooden plough on their heads, and walked step by step towards the outside of the field. Those who don't have cattle are more free, so they sit on the edge of the ground first, take off their shoes, knock the soil in the shoes, smoke a bag of cigarettes, and take a breath before getting up and carrying the farm tools back.

Iron Egg is pulling a big hoe in the collective corn field this morning to weed and cultivate the corn. He watched everyone finish work, also stopped, pulled Qiaozhen from his neck to wash him white, exuding soap-scented "hair" tolaves, wiped the sweat on his face and neck, put the "hair" towel on his neck, rubbed the hoe in the soil, wiped off the soil stuck to the hoe, and then put it on his shoulder, carried the hoe, pulled away the one-person-high corn stalks, stems and leaves, and walked along the ditch to the ground.

Walking to the ground, he lowered his trouser legs and rubbed the red threads marked by corn stalks and leaves. Then he walked down the edge of the mound, merging into the crowd of people who had finished work.

These crop men, three in a group, five in a group, chatting and joking, one after another along the winding field path between the crop fields towards the avenue.

This huge crowd of people, dragging their tired bodies, slowly moved towards the village, and when they were not far from the village, people heard the noise of gongs and drums in the village, and the voices of people were boiling. So they all asked curiously, what happened in the village?

At this time, these croppers began to speculate. Some said, "The village may be playing monkeys!"

Some said, "Maybe it's a stall!"

When they walked into the entrance of the village, people heard that the village was criticizing people, and the brigade caught a female thief who stole the collective corn and was pulling it through the streets!

At this time, the people who finished their work walked to the village, and they discussed, "Whose family did this immoral thing?"

Someone said: "Criticize and die, you deserve it!"

"Who is a good family that can give birth to these three hands?"

"This is a disgrace to the three generations of ancestors!"

Tie Dan also said: "It's really shameless, how can you see people when you do this kind of thing?"

When these people walked back to the street, they looked at the crowd of people surrounding the street next to the stove house of the third team in the west of the village. There was a constant sound of laughter, laughter, gongs, drums, and slogans.

As Tie Dan approached, he seemed to see through the gap in the crowd that there was a woman in the center of the circle, wearing a high paper hat, and three hard corn cobs hanging from her neck with fine hemp rope, and the corn cobs swayed and trembled on the woman's chest.

Someone deliberately pushed her, and the corn cob swung violently, rubbing against the woman's chest, and people let out bursts of laughter.

The people around her kept throwing garbage, egg skins and other stolen goods on her, and every time she threw it, it immediately attracted a burst of laughter.

Tie Dan couldn't see clearly, and he wanted to squeeze in to see who it was. So he pushed the crowd aside and squeezed in sideways to see that this woman was none other than Qiaozhen, his daughter-in-law who accompanied him day and night.

His head shook, his eyes turned black, his body shook a little, and he almost fell!

Suddenly he watched as all eyes were focused on his face, and his face turned red, purple, and burned to the base of his ears and neck.

At this time, Qiaozhen also saw him, and suddenly burst out two tears, dripping down to her chest.

The face of this iron egg really couldn't be broken, so with a "poof", he threw down the hoe, rushed over and slapped Qiaozhen's face hard!

Qiaozhen was stunned suddenly, she couldn't believe that it was Tie Dan who slapped her, but it was clear that Tie Dan was standing in front of her face.

She had expected her husband, the closest person in the world, to come to her rescue at her most critical moment, so when she saw him, the tears of humiliation that had been stored up for a day erupted like a volcano.

However, she never expected it......

So in this moment, she was completely desperate! The little hope that had just risen in her dark and dying inner world was suddenly extinguished again! Her confidence in life suddenly dropped to the freezing point!

So she screamed! Crashing through the crowd and running wildly towards the deep well next to the three teams' stoves!

People haven't reacted yet, and they don't know what she's going to do.

The third team's stove room is where the third team's cauldron is located when the collective canteen sits on the cauldron. The members of this area are all here to eat with rice buckets.

Next to this stove there was a deep well, twelve battles deep. It was the well that was built five years ago. Due to the severe shortage of water in Huangling Village, especially in summer, the whole village has to go to the mountains five miles away to find water.

In the most difficult times, the brigade used to go out to pull water from horse-drawn carts, ox carts, and tractors, and bring it back to distribute water according to the population.

Later, the brigade wanted to dig a well in the village to solve the draft problem in the village, so they asked someone to take a look at it and said that there was water underground in the third team's stove house.

Therefore, the brigade decided to dig a well next to the stove house of the third team, but after digging several battles in a row, not a drop of water was found.

After discussion, the cadres of the brigade believed that if the work was stopped and given up at this time, the previous investment would be in vain, and all the water would be lost, so it was better to keep digging down and digging a little deeper, maybe the water would come out.

So the brigade decided to continue digging down, but there was no water in the dug for a while, and then dug down, until it dug twelve battles deep before digging out the water.

Since then, the whole village has been guarding this well all year round to eat and drink.

Because this well is deep, the wellhead is also large. The well ropes wrapped around the reels of the well were all custom-made by the brigade and the hemp rope factory, and pulled back by horse-drawn carriages. It was wrapped around the well wheel like a large water tank.

A bucket of water needs to be put at the bottom of the well, and it takes five or six minutes for an empty bucket to go down. And to shake this bucket of water up, it takes even longer. It usually takes 10 to 15 minutes to lift the bucket.

Therefore, to draw a bucket of water, those who are weaker need two people to stand opposite each other and shake the well wheel stick together to shake a bucket of water.

And on a cold day, there is a thick ice around the wellhead, which is extremely smooth, and once it slips, the consequences are unimaginable, and it will be 100% to slide into the huge black wellhead, and it will be a death!

Therefore, when it comes to the cold day, it is the most dangerous thing to go to the well platform to draw water.

But there is no way, every family can't do without it, and every family has to take this risk!

And it was such a terrifying deep well, and this Qiaozhen suddenly rushed towards it like crazy!

When people realized she was going to jump into the well, someone shouted, "Hold her!"

But it was too late, and before the exclamation's voice fell, Qiaozhen fell headlong!

When people ran over, they only heard a dull sound of heavy objects smashing water from the bottom of the dark well!

So, the people in the village rushed to the rescue.

When people salvaged Qiaozhen, it had turned into a cold corpse.

Tie Dan pounced like crazy with a "wow", holding Qiaozhen's corpse and crying bitterly!

After a while, Qiaozhen's three children also came running, crawling on top of their mothers, crying out to their mothers, and when they saw that their mothers ignored them, they shook vigorously, crying "......Mommy!"

And the iron egg is like a bull looking up to the sky and screaming!

The three teams of stoves were surrounded by a crowd of black people, who stretched to more than half of the street.

The three children cried out for their mother's cries in pain, and the streets and houses in Huangling Village were shaking slightly! This sound penetrated into every house, making people shudder!

This cry is like a complaint! Like a knife like a sword! It pierces people's paralyzed nerves to their consciences!

The cry seemed to ask again: what was wrong with their mothers? Who made their mothers lose hope in life? Who should they ask for their mothers?

The cry is "faint...... Crying until dusk, crying late into the night, the people in the village had woken up and still heard the three children crying for their mothers......

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