After going through many hardships, Ge Qiuze finally succeeded in bringing the people back to the village.

As for running?

Where can you run to?

The old, weak, sick and disabled couldn't even run back to the county.

He was already a little worried. It would be quite troublesome if he died in their village.

What a headache.

The people above them tortured the people and then threw them here. They couldn't let them starve to death, but they still had to export food.

When we arrived at the village, as expected, Village Chief Ge also had a headache looking at these people.

An obviously elderly couple.

A thin woman in her thirties with a child of eight or nine years old.

There was also a middle-aged man who obviously had difficulty walking.

Village chief Ge almost cursed. He had no problem accepting these people and letting them receive education from the middle and lower-poor peasants, but could he give them some good people?

The condition of several people was obviously not good. Since there was no one to watch over them as instructed, Village Chief Ge took them directly to the cowshed.

Uncle Ge, who originally lived here to look after the cattle, was also troubled by seeing so many people. However, he didn't care whether they had food or not, as long as he would always have something to eat.

His concern was, "How can I fit five people in here?"

Although there are only a few cows, they are all the treasures of the production team. He himself sleeps here, and now there are five more. How much more work will there be?

He was more or less unhappy about it.

But it was useless for him to be unhappy. "Where can we find a place for them to live now? Besides, they are all bad elements. Where else can they live except here? Other production teams really let them live here to carry manure. We can't let them eat and drink well."

"You don't need to worry about them. I'll let someone else take care of them when the time comes," said Village Chief Ge, noting that people were unhappy. "They'll live here, so you don't have to get up at night to check on them."

Now that's the point.

Even if Mr. Ge disagreed, he had to agree.

The people nearby felt sad when they heard this. They had endured all the humiliation and torture, but they didn't expect that they would end up like this.

Uncle Ge said that he was not happy for them to live there, but looking at the pitiful people, he sighed and came over with a clay pot.

"There's some firewood over there. Boil some water for yourself."

They all had pale faces and dead skin on their lips, and it was obvious that they were very dehydrated.

Since the germ warfare more than a decade ago, everyone has become accustomed to drinking hot water.

Besides, he looks so sick now, and I don’t know if it will cause any problems if he drinks dirty water.

The middle-aged men were in better condition than the others and struggled to get water and light a fire.

To be honest, this place is not as bad as I imagined.

It was built quite well. After all, cows were important assets, and there were special people to take care of them. Even the hay was dried thoroughly before being laid out.

It's summer again, so people won't feel cold at all. The only difference is that the psychological humiliation is greater than the physical humiliation.

Later, Ge Qiuze also brought some food over. It wasn't much, but it was enough to last for a while. But the good thing was, don't worry about it, because most of it was just some coarse grains like sweet potatoes.

The work doesn’t end after the resettlement, we still have to hold meetings with the villagers.

So when I went to work in the afternoon,

Yian wore a straw hat and squinted his eyes at the people on the stage.

Aunt Zhang beside her even said, "Why did you forget to take the vegetable leaves? I have some here, I'll give them to you."

It was hard to refuse the kindness, and someone immediately stuffed vegetable leaves into both hands.

Okay!

Zhou Yian threw the balls towards the stage casually, but because his strength was not strong enough, most of them fell on the edge of the stage and didn't even hit anyone.

Zhou Yian stopped and watched silently as other people threw the vegetable leaves up steadily.

Although she used less force, the contrast was too stark.

Aunt Zhang also looked at him and wanted to say something, but considering the friendship issue, she held back and said, "Forget it, just give it to me. Don't waste it."

Zhou Yian stood there, sighed, and gave in.

He looked at Song Songbai threateningly with a smile on his face and said, "Stop laughing. Is it that funny?"

Song Songbai coughed lightly and turned his gaze to the stage.

The five men were thin and weak, with obvious injuries on their faces and bodies.

Even when being hit with rotten vegetable leaves by villagers, his expression remained indifferent and showed no sign of fluctuation.

After all, this is a very common scene for them.

It was common and even a relief to see it. Compared to the humiliation others had suffered, it was nothing, just some physical torture.

However, the villagers have limited rotten vegetable leaves. As for rotten eggs, eggs are very precious nowadays and there is no need to waste them.

But after all the rotten vegetable leaves were thrown away, some people started looking for things to throw away randomly.

Village Chief Ge continued his speech without changing his expression. "Now that they are in our village, I hope everyone can supervise them, reform them, break the classist style of extravagance and debauchery, and make them deeply aware of their mistakes."

"Today's meeting ends here, everyone can go home."

Finally, it was over. Zhou Yian leaned against Song Songbai and sighed. She felt that watching these dramas was not very interesting.

After all, I can always empathize with her. What if the person above is her?

This caused her to have some sympathy for the people above her, but more importantly, she felt like she had escaped death.

Fortunately, her father did not end up like this, Zhou Yian sighed with awe for gold bars.