There have been no entertainment activities in Changle County for many years, and due to policy guidance, the villagers would rush to the commune with their families after lunch.
Each of them held a ceramic jar or a large bowl. From a distance, they looked like they were there to collect supplies, not to watch a show.
The straw on the farmland in front of the commune was cleared away, making it enough to accommodate four to five thousand people.
A simple stage was built at the front with "Liberate Ale Operation" written on the red curtain and a picture of a woman wearing a headscarf, holding a child in one hand and holding an enlightenment textbook in the other.
Such murals have appeared everywhere in rural communes recently. The men are a little unhappy about it, but they are not as repulsive as they were at the beginning.
So habit is a terrible thing, which can penetrate into the brain imperceptibly.
At this time, on the left side of the stage, ten large iron pots were lined up in a row, with the fire burning continuously and steaming ginger soup cooking on them.
There was a banner next to it that read: Free ginger soup! If someone makes a fuss, the whole family will not be allowed to drink it.
free?
The villagers' eyes turned green.
No wonder they were repeatedly told to bring their cups on the day so they could get free ginger soup.
A young cadre stood by the pot, holding a loud speaker and shouting, "Line up in two teams in order, one by one."
"What? Free ginger soup."
Adhering to the principle that if one does not take advantage of an opportunity, he is a grandson, the villagers spontaneously lined up in a long queue.
At first, some people disobeyed orders and cut in line.
The young cadre acted decisively and immediately led two police officers to directly remove the person, including other members of his family, from the team without showing any mercy.
Under the warm midday sun, drink a cup of pungent ginger soup, which warms you from head to toe. After savoring it carefully, you can still taste a little bit of the sweetness of brown sugar.
"Oh my god, there's brown sugar in the ginger soup!" The villager who drank the ginger soup first exclaimed in amazement.
Brown sugar is a rare commodity for every household!
The villagers' eyes became more and more excited.
If they obeyed orders obediently, no one would dare to cause trouble again.
Soon, the performance officially began.
The show started with a burst of intense drum beats and a medley of revolutionary songs, which instantly ignited the entire scene.
Everyone's attention was instantly drawn to it.
This scene certainly did not escape Xiuying's eyes, and she gave a thumbs up and praised: "Ningning, your method is really practical and worthy of repeated study by grassroots cadres."
It can be said that it is a chain of events, one thing leads to another, after one hit, they are given a sweet treat.
The villagers' minds were completely controlled and they could not have any extra thoughts, so no one made trouble or caused any disturbance.
It seems that this is the strength recognized by the leaders of the capital.
Jiang Ningning held the military canteen to her lips and drank slowly, thinking silently: This is nothing. If conditions permit, the blessing of giving eggs and rice would be the real deal.
The military region’s trade unions are highly capable and their performances are superb.
Seeing "A Le" being bullied on the stage, a group of women, young and old, felt the same way and took out their handkerchiefs to wipe their tears.
It’s a performance on stage, but it’s their daily life.
This kind of life started from our ancestors and may continue to the next generation.
But soon, "A Le" on the stage met the Red Army, and with the help of the soldiers, he brought his father and the elders of the clan to court.
During this period, they encountered various hardships, and everyone's hearts were lifted up along with Ah Le. Until they finally won the lawsuit and got rid of their status as child brides, someone took the lead in applauding, and a thunderous cheer rang out at the scene.
Some old men sneered: "Go ahead, once a woman loses the support of her natal family, she deserves to be bullied by her husband's family in the future."
If it were a normal story, it would end here.
It is an ideal and perfect ending.
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