"Uncle, it hasn't been easy for you these past few months as village chief!"

After entering the house, Zhang Xudong said to Zhang Dazhuang.

"It's a bit difficult. However, during the famine last winter and this spring, no one in our brigade died of freezing or starvation.

With this result, no matter how difficult it is, I will accept it as your uncle.

Why do I become a cadre? Isn't it just to be a steward for the villagers?

"Uncle, everyone's life will get better and better from now on, and you will also have an easier time."

Zhang Dazhuang nodded and said:

"Dongzi, you just saw it. You don't need to watch the members working now. They are more anxious than you.

Why? Because I see hope. The heavy ears of wheat represent the hope of living well.

Everyone knows that things will get better in the future, but why don’t your grandmother and the others have such a good life? "

Zhang Dazhuang said as he squatted on a chair and smoked his pipe.

Zhang Xudong could only advise:

"Uncle, forget it, let's not talk about them. There's no point in talking about them, it will only make us sad for nothing.

Uncle, do you have any troubles right now? I can help you out."

Zhang Dazhuang thought for a moment and said, “Dongzi, this is how things are going on in the fields.

There is hope for the compilation team.

All the little gadgets they made last year were taken away by a local products company. I heard that they were going to be exported to earn foreign exchange.

As a result, everyone in the team and the knitting group received a lot of money and tickets.

Having tasted the sweetness, they decided to put more effort into wheat straw this year in an effort to earn more money.

You say, can this be done?"

After hearing this, Zhang Xudong broke out in a cold sweat.