The old man walked out of the brigade courtyard with empty pockets, and the fan car was behind him

"Boom" roared. His mind was full of the sound of fans, abacus beads, and Wang Jicai's speech.

The villagers who handed over the public rations on the street walked to the brigade courtyard in an endless stream carrying their bags. The old man was indignant and unhappy in his heart, and he didn't want to talk when he saw someone, so he walked home with his head down and his pocket in his pocket.

The people who handed over the public grain in the courtyard of the brigade lined up one after another, walked to the fan truck, and then poured grain into the fan truck feeding hopper next to each other, and weighed it on the scale.

When the villagers carried the food, and after the fan came out, the full bag became half a pocket, a...

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