Blood splattered on it, and the rat squeaked in pain.

The sound attracted Hu Dabao's attention. He looked up from the basket full of dried sweet potatoes, ran over, and hugged Ye Guo from behind.

Uncontrollable drool dripped onto his shoulder, and he asked indistinctly, "What are we playing?"

"Don't touch me!" Ye Guoxuan tried to shake him off, but due to the disparity in strength, he failed several times and his shoulder ached from the pull.

He suppressed the urge to slit the other man's throat, took a deep breath, and forced a smile.

"I'm venting. Whenever I can't control myself, doing this makes me feel really good."

Ye Guo chopped off the rat's head with one stroke, "Look!"

Hu Dabao's normal intelligence level is equivalent to that of a three- to five-year-old. He is familiar with the words his parents often use to admonish him about "not being able to control himself and venting."

The person who is called "Dad" often says that when he can't control himself, he should do this and that, and he'll feel better after venting.

If the methods suggested by parents are effective, then the outlets for venting provided by Ye Guo must also be very useful.

Ye Guo then pulled a mouse out of the straw cage by its tail and handed it a knife: "Want to try?"

Hu Dabao was so frightened that he took a step back and squatted down on the ground. No, knives and water and fire were things his parents had repeatedly forbidden him from touching.

If Hu Bin sees him playing with a knife, and then tries to hit him with a broom handle, that's a really bad thing; it's trying to harm him.

Enraged, Hu Dabao punched Ye Guo twice.

He was hit so hard that he saw stars, and then ran away to continue eating dried sweet potatoes.

The fool landed two powerful punches on Ye Guo, who lowered his head and knelt on one knee for a while to recover.

His dark and unfathomable gaze fell on the fool over there, then he suppressed the murderous intent in his eyes that was hotter than magma, and continued with his own business.

He occasionally let out a satisfied sigh, "Dabao, rats are pests, aren't you really coming with me to get rid of them?"

As the knife was placed in his palm, Hu Dabao, his face beaming with excitement, swung the first knife at the half-dead rat... Ye Guo smiled!

...

"Is it okay for me to be crawling on the ground like this, shoveling chicken poop? Answer me!"

"Comrade Chen, Comrade Chen, don't get agitated. It's just chicken poop. When I first joined the army, I was assigned to raise pigs, and the pigsty was much dirtier than this."

"Hey, I'll shovel the next station in no time."

Ruan Xianxian, who was walking slowly, heard Zhao Di's furious scolding from afar.

For a socially awkward girl who speaks so softly she'd barely make a sound, to be driven to this point, it's clear something's wrong with the commune.

Ruan Xianxian's stomach didn't hurt at the time, and she wasn't walking slowly anymore. She gulped down the astragalus and angelica tea in her teacup in a few mouthfuls and then rushed towards the commune.

He hadn't been back for two months. A large courtyard had been built next to the once deserted commune, and the sounds of chicks and ducks quacking and arguing could be heard coming from inside.

At this moment, a man who had lost both arms, but whose muscular chest was visible beneath his t-shirt, was being shielded behind by the petite Chen Zhaodi.

Meanwhile, the girl who was shy and stuttered when talking to strangers had her eyebrows raised and her finger almost poked the eyes of the couple opposite her.

Due to the angle, Chen Zhaodi, who was furious, saw Ruan Xianxian walking towards her first. Her eyes immediately reddened, and she rushed up to hug her tightly, bursting into loud sobs.

Without asking why, Ruan Xianxian's face, which was slightly pale due to menstrual cramps, turned completely cold.

Her voice was like frost and snow in the twelfth lunar month, carrying a chilling edge, aimed directly at the couple whose backs were turned to her.

"Zheng Yan, Secretary Zheng, your brain disease is cured? What a feat! Coming to the factory so early in the morning to show off your power."

Should I ask the county to award you a banner to encourage your diligent and conscientious work?

Hearing that familiar voice, Zheng Yan shuddered, and the nightmare of being forced to the hospital with a human infant's diaper bag on his head attacked him again.

Turning around, he saw that the ancestor had a fierce look on his face, with someone hanging around his neck, but he was walking towards him with firm steps.

He instinctively tried to back away, but Qiong Miaoli gripped his arm tightly, reminding him of who the secretary of the Dingziku Commune was.

With a stern face, he said, "You're back just in time. Take a good look at this crazy woman. Shoveling chicken droppings and keeping the chicken coop clean is not a worker's job."

Good grief, they immediately slapped a label on me, calling me an insult to a hero. If I'm so precious, why am I even at work? I should just go home, receive a government stipend, and enjoy my retirement."

After Zheng Yan explained, Ruan Xianxian learned that the conflict was caused by cleaning the chicken coop today. All the workers at the factory were disabled, missing limbs or arms.

Today it was Weiguo's turn to be on duty, having lost both arms. His main job was to use his legs to hold the tools and stir-fry soybeans.

Occasionally, it will use its mouth in conjunction with its feet to operate.

Today it was Weiguo's turn to be in charge of cleaning the livestock shed. Because he had lost both arms, it was difficult for him to operate the equipment. So Zheng Yan had him prostrate on the ground and use his mouth to hold the broom and slowly sweep.

This scene, which was not very harmful but extremely insulting, was witnessed by Chen Zhaodi, who was up early. She was like a fuse that had been lit, and she immediately exploded!

Qiong Miaoli said sarcastically, "Before Comrade Ruan recruited this group of remnants, he should have been prepared for the difficulties that would arise due to his physical ailments."

Since none of the parties involved have objected, why is this Comrade Chen making such a fuss, trying to get his attention?

Ruan Xianxian glanced at Chen Zhaodi, who was still clinging to her and sobbing, patted her back, and gestured for her to get down first.

That shouldn't be the case. Chen Zhaodi, who has been through so much with her, shouldn't be unable to handle such a small matter.

But the most urgent thing right now is to bury those two bastards in the mud. As for Zhao Di, we can ask her later.

She nodded slightly in agreement with the two of them. "You're right. When you encounter difficulties, you must overcome them. Even Yu Gong had the spirit to move mountains. What's wrong with wounded soldiers cleaning livestock sheds?"

Earning money to support their families is the job they should be doing.

Wei Guo, who had lost both arms, blushed with embarrassment. Before coming here, he had been carrying heavy bags at the dock.

Compared to jobs that involve carrying loads weighing over 100 pounds, where you have to use your teeth to bite and swing them back onto your back to carry them back and forth, this job at the oil mill is far too easy.

He could tell that the secretary was deliberately making things difficult for the director and several junior colleagues when they were not around.

Some harmless things are not problems when it comes to survival.

Qiong Miaoli smiled victoriously, thinking she was quite sensible. Zheng Yan, however, was not as naive and optimistic; he sensed something was wrong.

There was even a premonition of impending doom.

Ruan Xianxian reached out, and with just one movement, Zhao Di swiftly handed her the kang broom that Zheng Yan had prepared for Wei Guo.

She took the broom with a smile and handed it to Zheng Yan, saying, "Here, whoever makes the decision, carries it out."

She suddenly raised her voice, "Call all our people out here. Secretary Zheng will set an example for you. Open your eyes wide and look carefully."

"No!" How could he possibly crawl on the ground like a dog and clean up chicken and duck droppings?

Zheng Yan had barely uttered a single word when Ruan Xianxian pulled out her military ID with her left hand and slapped it across his face, while simultaneously drawing a gun with her right hand and pressing it against Zheng Yan's forehead.

"This is a military order, execute it!"