Coming out of the scrap station, Grandpa Xu looked at the time, it had been almost two hours, and he felt that Xu Jiajun had to finish the meeting.

Grandpa Xu and Duan Huan were at the gate of the county commune, and when they found Xu Jiajun, Xu Jiajun was standing next to the carriage with a sad face.

"What's wrong with Jun Wazi? How do you carry a face? Grandpa Xu hurriedly asked.

Xu Jiajun sighed, "Sixth Master, the county commune wants to send six bad elements to our village for labor reform.

There are already six educated youths, and there are twelve more to eat at once, and I'm worried about rations! ”

"Didn't you tell the commune leaders about the actual situation in our village? There is little arable land in the village! There are too many people and not enough rations to eat! Grandpa Xu twisted his eyebrows.

Xu Jiajun pinched his forehead and lowered his voice, "Why didn't you say it?" But the county leader said that because our village has less land, there are fewer bad elements, and other villages have at least eight starts! ”

"Since the leader said so, let's just do it, it's a big deal to have a variety of red potatoes, and if you are diligent, you will not starve to death after all!" Grandpa Xu loosened his brows at this time.

There is no room for bargaining, and complaining can't change the status quo, so why waste your energy.

Xu Jiajun had no choice but to nod when he heard this, "It's only like this, it's a big deal to go back and open up all the slopes on the other side of Xiaonan Mountain!" ”

"Uncle Jiajun, what about those bad elements? Do you want to go back with us too? Wan Huan asked in a low voice.

Xu Jiajun threw the hay on the car in front of the horse, "Comrade He is taking them through the formalities, I came out to feed the horse, the horse is not full, but it can't pull ten people!" ”

In fact, I want to ask who those so-called "bad elements" are, and what they did before they were branded as bad elements and rightists.

But now that there are many people, Duan Huan still can't hold back his curiosity.

You must know that during this period, many top intellectuals were decentralized, and there were not a few who were full of wealth and wealth.

If the people in the village can treat such intellectuals well and learn the skills of intellectuals, they will definitely benefit a lot in a few years.

Of course, there are also real bad elements who are sent to the labor camp, but if they can be sent to the villages, the crimes are generally relatively small.

If they are serious criminals, they should still be sent to special labor camps, where they will be kept in centralized custody by prison guards and soldiers, and will not be sent to the villages to obstruct and endanger the normal production and life of the peasants.

Before the horses could finish grazing, people came out of the office one after another, and a sharp cry was heard in the yard.

"Comrade Ma, please make it convenient for my grandson to be with me, right?" The gray-haired, weather-covered old man groveled to the registrar of the archives.

He was holding an eight- or nine-year-old boy tightly in his hand, and the boy still had tears and snot on his face, which should be the owner of the cry just now.

The middle-aged man next to him was unhappy, "I don't agree!" You're a grandson, you look like you're in a normal mind, and you definitely can't work.

Are you trying to feed our member by snatching food from between his teeth? ”

"Zhang Zhishu, I beg you, although my grandson's brain is not very clear, he can do uncomplicated work, and he has the strength to contribute, so he won't cause you trouble!" The old man kept bowing to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man who was called "Zhang Zhishu" still shook his head, "Your grandson not only has a sick brain, but also has strength, what if you beat people up indiscriminately?" ”

"Branch secretary, this doll is very well-behaved, as long as I don't force him to take him away from my side, he won't cry, let alone beat people!" The old man prayed to Zhao Zhishu with tears in his eyes.

Zhang Zhishu pinched his chin and thought, the old man kept staring at Zhang Zhishu with hope in his eyes.

The old man's knees were slightly bent, apparently to kneel down and beg at any moment.

And he dragged the boy quietly, his eyes fixed on the thumb peeking out of his own cotton shoes.

Zhang Zhishu thought for a while, maybe the old man's eyes were too sad, which made him unbearable.

Or maybe he thought that the boy was really able to work, and finally he agreed.

The old man pulled the boy and was about to kneel and kowtow, but the boy knelt in ignorance.

This move startled Zhang Zhishu, and with the words of the four old ones in his mouth, he hurriedly helped the two of them up.

This scene makes me feel very bitter, the old man who has nothing to rely on lives with a grandson who is mentally incapacitated, and the difficulties can be imagined.

From the humble attitude of the old man and the ragged clothes of the two, you can see what kind of life they lived before.

But fortunately, Zhang Zhishu finally accepted the two grandchildren, and he could live a peaceful life in the future.

What Zhang Zhishu said at the beginning sounded a little impersonal.

But his unkindness is not an iron-faced selflessness dedicated to the public, nor is it selfishness that puts himself first.

Like Xu Jiajun, he first considered the villagers' rations.

If you don't make decisions for the people, it's better to go home and plant sweet potatoes, and the village officials are also officials, and it is not wrong to consider the interests of the villagers under them.

But from his later actions, he was a soft-hearted man, and he couldn't stand the old man's bitter pleas for him, and he couldn't bear the old man's humility and tears.

In this era, the safety factor is relatively high when interacting with soft-hearted people.

The ancestors and grandsons followed Zhang Zhishu back, as long as they worked hard, safety could at least be guaranteed.

He Xingzhi quickly walked out of the gate with a few people, and quietly looked at the four men and two women behind him.

Walking in the front is an old man with big strides, medium stature, not fat, not thin, and slightly hunched back.

The old man's hair was gray but his spirit was strong, and his sharp eyes caught the gaze of joy at once.

Wan Huan smiled at him and nodded, and the old man didn't have any reaction or emotion, so he lowered his eyelids.

He was followed by a young man of nearly thirty, with a straight back and a square face, and he guarded the old man in front of him without a trace.

Duan Huan noticed that he had a gunshot wound scar on his hand, combined with his walking posture and mental temperament, guessed that he might be from a military background.

Then a pair of old people in the back who were walking side by side, looking concerned about each other, looked like a couple.

The two old men were wearing patched clothes, and although their spirits were a little weak, their elegant temperament was still there, and they should be intellectuals.

The man and woman at the back look relatively young, but the two don't want to see each other, and they can't guess the relationship between the two.

The young guy's appearance can be said to be very resistant, and in the eyes of Duan Huan, it is far better than the little fresh meat decades later.

Those romantic peach blossom eyes have already won the day after tomorrow with natural advantages, which were fine-tuned by artificial means.

However, the young man's temperament is in harmony with his delicate face.

The last young woman, dressed as exaggerated as a cloth bag, made it impossible to see her stature at all.

She buried her head very low, so that people couldn't see her appearance clearly, and she saw thick bangs almost covering her eyes, giving people a very gloomy feeling.