There are two old surnames in Bahezi Brigade, one is Tang and the other is Cao.
The two surnames have lived together for nearly a hundred years, and many families have become close relatives.
But because of the Cao Ermei incident, the Cao and Tang families, who were once as close as a family, gradually became estranged in the past two years.
This is mainly because the identities of the two parties are different from others and are very representative.
The production team leader Tang Dahui is the leader of the Tang family in the village. In the past, he was called the clan leader.
As for the Tang family, the most promising young person is Tang Youfen, the eldest son of Tang Dahui.
Cao Ermei disappeared inexplicably. Her father Cao Shunli was just an ordinary farmer, but Cao Xianjin, the leader of the Cao family, was her uncle.
Cao Xianjin and Tang Dahui grew up together as friends, and of course they were also enemies.
Just by looking at their names, you can tell that they were both given by the same person.
During the Liao-Shao Campaign, Cao Xianjin and Yang Dahui were both young men who bravely drove carts to support the front line. Not only did they come back with red flowers, but they also made a name for themselves.
Cao Xianjin thought he was more progressive than Tang Dahui, but when he was suppressing bandits, his knife was too sharp and he killed the defectors who had infiltrated the bandits.
But that person had made some contributions, and from then on Cao Xianjin had no connection with the affairs of the village.
He and Mr. Tang also became estranged, until Mr. Tang let his son marry his niece, the awkwardness between the two was eased a little.
Among the Cao family members who reacted most violently to Cao Ermei's disappearance, apart from Cao Shunli's family, Cao Xianjin was the most irritable.
He had privately assured his second son that Tang Youfen was a good boy.
Who knew it would turn out to be something like this?!
A new commune cadre came to the brigade. Despite his young age, he actually wanted to solve the village’s water problem.
After hearing what Cao Shunli had sent back, Cao Xianjin couldn't help but stamp his feet and cursed his second son for being a waste.
It was obvious that he was asked to find the new cadres to cause trouble, and it would be best if he could make the matter of his niece a personal matter and let that kid surnamed Tang pay with his life.
As a result, someone used this excuse to block me.
Cao Xianjin sneered a few times and said, "Okay, let's see how this kid named Zhang gets out of this situation."
He led the team, followed by a group of people with the surname Cao.
When they were about twenty meters away from the team headquarters, they saw Tang Dahui leading a young man towards the river at the entrance of the village.
Cao Xianjin followed calmly.
In Cao Xianjin's eyes, this young man likes to talk with a smile.
Unlike the young cadres I had met before, the one in front of me was not so sharp in his words and deeds, and his smile was very reserved, just like the amiable young man in the village.
But it was such a young man who could easily dispel Cao Shunli's many complaints with just a few words.
Maintain the atmosphere between Tang Dahui and Cao Shunli at a delicate level.
When everyone followed Zhang Hongcheng and others to the small river at the edge of the village and saw the pitiful trickle of water in the river, neither the man surnamed Tang nor the man surnamed Cao had the energy to argue about other things.
The same was true for Cao Xianjin. Looking at the riverbed that had dried up for the most part and the small stream that could only be seen clearly when one got close, they all squatted there in a daze, sighing.
It is now the spring plowing season, but water for irrigation has become a problem, which affects the food supply for the whole village next year.
"This is really weird!"
Some people no longer cared about whether it was feudal or superstitious, and just said the word "evil".
"Some time ago, we went to the east to fight the flood. There was so much water there that we couldn't use it all. But here on the west side, it's better. The little water is not even enough for us to eat and drink!"
A group of people sighed and complained a few times, and then turned the topic to the suggestion given by the commune - to dig a small reservoir nearby to store rainwater in the autumn.
"The Commune's intention is very clear. They want us to receive relief for half a year..."
"Haha, that sounds pretty good."
"Come on, if you take relief, you don't have to pay it back? Then won't the other brigades follow suit and end up becoming lazy?"
Amid the chattering of the team members, the young commune cadre led Tang Dahui down the riverbed.
I don't know what the two of them were talking about as they pointed in all directions on the riverbed.
The eyes of the Cao people all fell on Cao Xianjin, who was squatting and smoking.
Cao Xianjin didn't hesitate, he shook off the clothes he was wearing, stood up, and walked over naturally.
When Tang Da saw Cao Xianjin coming in, he didn't say anything, just nodded at him, and then stared at Director Zhang with his big eyes as he wrote and drew on the notebook.
Cao Xianjin put on a stern face and leaned over from behind to see what was written on the notebook.
More than ten years ago, when the commune set up a night school, Cao Xianjin was praised.
Director Zhang had a serious look on his face at the moment, and he was drawing on the small notebook with a pencil and a small wooden ruler.
Cao Xianjin looked at the notebook which vaguely showed a topographic map of the village's surroundings. It was the straight lines and shapes drawn on it that made him feel awe-inspiring.
It seems that this young Director Zhang is no different from those intellectuals he had met before. These things that he could not understand were enough to make Cao Xianjin judge that Zhang Hongcheng's level was at least several levels higher than his own.
Cao Xianjin couldn't understand it, and Tang Dahui, who was at the same level as him, naturally couldn't understand it either.
But both of them stared at Zhang Hongcheng's pen with their eyes wide open, not daring to miss a single detail.
Until Zhang Hongcheng wrote San lightly and skillfully with the tip of his pen, and then wrote Cos opposite the word.
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