The food is approaching.
Sure enough, not a day later, drums were banging in the village, notifying everyone to attend a meeting.
Many people had smiles on their faces, and some even asked directly.
"What kind of meeting is this?! Can't we just give them food directly?"
Someone immediately retorted.
"My dear, shouldn't Captain Yang have said a few words to you before you leave?"
There was a burst of laughter from the crowd.
Only the Bu people looked unhappy.
Soon everyone gathered at the threshing ground. Captain Yang brought a loud speaker and when he saw that everyone was there, he shouted twice.
Some curious people tried to touch her shamelessly, but were quickly pushed down.
"Hey, folks, can you hear me?"
"Okay, okay, just say whatever you want to say!"
Yang Kaifu cleared his throat, looking determined and ready to die.
"Fellow villagers, Party Secretary He and I have already handed over our village's public grain yesterday, everyone knows that." Seeing the onlookers nodded, he mustered up the courage to continue.
"Many places have suffered severe disasters this year, and the people in the commune are having trouble sleeping and eating. This year's workload is a bit heavier." He hesitated for a moment and then said, "The remaining food will be distributed to everyone today, so don't worry!"
The crowd was noisy and chattering, and finally a white man asked, "Captain, what is the grain quota for this year?"
Yang Kaifu's face looked a little grim. He spent the whole morning sorting it out, and specially wrote down the amount of public grain that each family should pay, and asked the village party secretary to circulate it to everyone.
Someone quick-handedly grabbed it and, looking at the number on it, couldn't help but ask anxiously, "It's a bit more than in previous years, so how much can we have left?"
Someone who knows how to count quickly pointed it out to him.
The man looked straight back, his eyes fixed on that spot, hardly daring to blink. After a while, he asked doubtfully, "Captain, I'm afraid this is wrong. Why do I only have so little food?"
Yang Kaifu's face was filled with sorrow, and he said in a trembling voice, "That's right, this year's grain production is just like this!"
"Nonsense! I think the yield this year is very high. Don't try to fool me."
Yang Kaifu raised his eyes and looked at He Jianfu, who immediately understood what he meant and opened the grain pile that had covered him from the beginning.
Someone immediately whispered, "Isn't there food here?"
Everyone looked at the captain suspiciously.
Yang Kaifu finally calmed down and announced the heartbreaking news: "These rice grains are empty!!"
The people below rushed forward, grabbed the grains and examined them carefully. After looking at them, they all looked as if they had lost their parents, with sad faces. Some even cursed loudly and resisted handing over the grain.
They have almost no time to do anything else but still have to pay their taxes.
Seeing this, Yang Kaifu consoled them by saying, "Other places have suffered great disasters and have lost all their crops for several days, but at least we can still get some food."
As soon as he got there yesterday, he told them his purpose. Who knew that other places were even worse off than theirs, with everyone waiting for relief, and it was not easy for them. It was also difficult to work at the top.
Widow Yang shouted, "This little food is not enough to survive the winter. Isn't this forcing us to die?" There was no man in her family, and she was raising two children alone, so she was naturally anxious.
Yang Kaifu raised his hand, signaling everyone to be quiet and listen to him.
In the blink of an eye, a clod of earth came fiercely and brushed against his forehead, and his forehead immediately turned red.
Someone cursed, "None of you are good people. I worked hard to earn food, why should I give it to others?"
Yang Kaifu's eyes were fixed on Zhang Laizi, and he looked at him provocatively from behind.
The situation is tense.
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