The years seem to swing around and turn back to the original point. Yang Wudeng returned to his hometown to be the secretary of Moon River Village, Yang Anbang was still the captain of the sixth team, and Zhang Hanwen was the accountant. One afternoon, he sat on the mouth of the horse ear and waited for a long time, and finally waited for Yang Wudeng to come back from a meeting in the commune, hurriedly got up to say hello, handed over the dry tobacco roll that had already been rolled, and said, "Secretary Yang, what a coincidence." "Zhang Hanwen, you don't work, what are you doing here?" "I'm a little uncomfortable, just sit down for a while." "Have you seen a doctor?" "It's okay, I feel better now. Secretary Yang, why don't we set up a dragon gate formation for a while. "Okay."

Yang Wudeng sat down and lit a dry cigarette and said, "Well, it's enjoyable." "Ha, Secretary Yang, I, Zhang Hanwen, am not boasting about Haikou, Moon River Village, whose leaf smoke can have this strength? I've planted a lot this year, so I'll give you some to try tomorrow. "No, I've tasted it now." "Secretary Yang, you can see the outside, isn't it, tobacco and alcohol are not separated." "Zhang Hanwen, don't talk too far, what do you have to say quickly."

He smiled uncomfortably and sighed: "Alas, Secretary Yang, the matter of the big white sheep more than a year ago, and the words of seeing you several times have come to the lips, but it is difficult to speak." "Oh, that's it, it's over, so I don't need to mention it." "Alas, I didn't know what was going on at the time, how could I go to the dark road as soon as I heard the ghost blow? Secretary Yang, I know that you are a lot. However, I haven't touched those things, and I'll return them tomorrow. "Since it's for you, don't use it." "What is this, Secretary Yang, you have to give me a chance to repent." "Zhang Hanwen, you are now the leader of more than 100 people in the team, you can't be nonsense like before, and your mind must be on the right path." "yes, yes, I'll remember."

Yang Wudeng stood up, patted Zhang Hanwen on the shoulder, turned around and walked down the pass.

The next day, the team picked up dung and went up the mountain to drench the wheat field, Yang Anbang said: "Secretary Yang, why is this person getting lazier and lazier?" "Can a big pot of rice not raise lazy people?" Yang Dahan'er suddenly discovered the secret of Zhang Hanwen's dung bucket, so he said, "Accountant Zhang, your dung bucket is so light." "The turtle son talks a lot."

When he was angry, Zhang Hanwen said to Yang Dahan'er: "Some people usually have a hard mouth, and they secretly play tricks and grinders when they go to work. The cow is tall and the man is big, and the dung bucket is as big as a pig's urine bag. Yang Dahan stood up: "Zhang Hanwen, who are you insinuating about?" "I know in my heart that the eyes of the masses are even brighter." "Hmph, do a good job and do a bad job, the population accounts for seventy percent of the grain distribution, and the labor accounts for thirty percent, you don't grind foreign workers?" "Yang Dahan'er, today in front of everyone, you have to make it clear." "Just say it, just say that in front of me, although my Yang Dahan'er's dung bucket is not big, it is real. It's not like some people, fist-sized dung buckets, who secretly have to do their hands and feet. ”

Yang Wudeng smoked and was silent, Zhang Hanwen was stung instead of getting a bargain, and shouted: "Yang Dahan'er, the turtle son's mouth is cleaner." "Lao Tzu has already washed it with soaphorn water. I don't have a long tail, and I'm afraid that others will step on it? "Then if you have a fart, let it go." "Hahahaha, everyone's staring at it!"

Yang Dahan'er ran over and put the bottom of the dung bucket picked by Zhang Hanwen on the ground, and it turned out that the bottom of the bucket was raised three or four inches to the mouth of the bucket. Pointing and questioning: "Zhang Hanwen, what does this mean?" It's still an accountant, it's shameless. ”

Zhang Hanwen was speechless in front of the facts, and wanted to be furious, but when he saw Yang Wudeng silent and serious, he had to try his best to prevaricate. Someone quipped: "Accountant Zhang has a kind of thing to do." "What's the matter?" "Let the mother-in-law give birth to her cubs like an old sow, and give birth to three litters in two years."

The crowd laughed. Yang Anbang relieved the siege and said: "Don't talk about the second brother to the eldest brother, everyone is the same." ”

At night, Zhang Hanwen was still haunted, tossing and turning and couldn't sleep, and when the day was about to dawn, he was dazed and just took a nap, but he had nightmares:

The sun is clothed in a silvery coat, and the moon is clothed in a robe of fire. The sky shook and the earth shook, and the ocean was red. He was not willing to be lonely, and followed closely step by step. It is as if you have become the master of all things. The entourage of the concubine called and hugged the back. The flag refers to the galloping of thousands of horses.

A long laugh and no trace. The man-eating eagle flutters and flies. The top of his head swooped down, picking him up and hitting him straight into the air. A few shakings, a few falls, his body disintegrating in the air. The giant eagle snatched his legs, and the remnants fell to the ground, and from then on, he crawled like a worm, like a dog.

After a whistle, he was awakened, got up in a hurry, and picked up the dung bucket to work. However, not long after, many people didn't even dare to come out of the atmosphere in front of him.