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The footsteps are getting closer.

Amidst the cacophony of footsteps, there was another voice: Hu Guifen. She told the people in red sleeves, "They must have known I was bringing people here, and they must have felt guilty, so they hid over here."

"The capitalist's daughter dressed up lavishly and went out to buy a huge cart. Every time she came back, the baskets and the front and back seats of the cart were filled with stuff. She didn't even plant any vegetables at home, she just enjoyed herself. The capitalist's bad habits have been brought to our family compound. I couldn't stand it anymore, so I reported it to you."

"Your report is excellent. If it is true, and someone is bringing capitalist practices into the military, we will definitely punish them severely."

Hu Guifen and Zhu Xiujuan looked at each other, and a sly smile appeared at the corners of their lips.

Someone is about to get into big trouble.

However, when he brought people over and saw four people sweating profusely in the vegetable field, he almost dropped his jaw in shock.

Zhu Xiujuan, "He's actually farming. How is that possible?"

Hu Guifen said, "It must be an act!"

A few people pretended not to know and continued to hoe the ground.

Yu Tingwan's palms were wrapped in tissue paper, and her speed was not slow at all. She was in sync with everyone else, but her strength was not great. Others swung once for every time she swung, but she looked like she was trying very hard.

She gasped, "Huff, huff, huff..."

He thought to himself that this was no job for a human being. He imagined the land in front of him as Hu Guifen and Zhu Xiujuan, whom he hated, and he worked even harder to hoe the land.

She waved her hands vigorously, and the dirt on the ground splashed onto the back of her hands. She habitually wiped the sweat with the back of her hands, and her fair little face was covered with mud. Her whole face was black, and her original color could not be seen.

He was wearing worn-out gray patched clothes with patches on his knees, shoulders and body. They were so torn that they couldn't be torn any further.

The cloth on his head is also torn, but he works harder than the villagers. Is this the style of capitalists???