The wind in the late summer morning was cool yet scorching hot. The people sitting on the ox cart stared at the two people who were saying goodbye to Yiyi with their eyes wide open.
This is going to be a farewell scene with eighteen people!
If you don’t know, you might think it’s the Yellow Crane, which will never come back!
The blatant educated youth from Beijing are much more... generous than those in the past!
Mo Yutong got on the ox cart and took out two cents from her bag and handed it to Yang Dashan under Liao Qingyun's teasing gaze.
Yang Dashan, who was driving the ox cart, put the money into a small cloth bag and waved the whip with a smile.
Seeing Yang Dashan heading straight for the commune, some people on the ox cart were fed up and grumbled, "Isn't this delaying everyone's work?"
"Five people are only riding on one side of the bus, so they must be sent to the commune." Yang Dashan glanced at the man and explained patiently.
Except for Tian Xiaomei, the other four people gave two cents for the fare. Of course, Yang Dashan was willing to do them a favor and take a longer detour.
Tian Xiaomei was there too? To be honest, Mo Yutong was so excited that she didn't even notice Tian Xiaomei, who was dozing off, sandwiched between the two women.
This…did I steal a cow in my dream last night? Why did she look so listless and listless? Even Ma Xinguo couldn't get her excited.
"..." When the person heard this, she immediately stopped talking and just hummed all the way to vent her dissatisfaction.
The ox cart swayed towards the commune, and Yan Mingli and his team continued to turn over the sweet potato vines in the sweet potato field.
But today there are two more people here: Yang Feng and Er Laizi.
Neither of them likes to do manual labor. Er Laizi is used to being lazy, while Yang Feng only comes to make up the numbers during the autumn harvest every year.
If he wasn't afraid of gossip, he wouldn't even want to come back for the autumn harvest.
Harvesting rice, digging sweet potatoes, and planting potatoes, how can they be as tempting as money?
"The sun is rising from the west today! You actually come to work too. Can you still carry this hoe?" Yang Feng sniffed. There was no sour smell like last night, and he could still chat with him.
"I just want to get along well with Boss Yan," Er Laizi suddenly grinned at Yan Mingli who turned around and showed his yellow teeth.
"Are you sure?" Yang Feng was stunned. He had only heard of people climbing high branches, but never heard of people climbing crooked trees.
Yan Mingli also found it unbelievable. The night before yesterday, he used the matter of his third aunt-in-law as a stepping stone to gain access to him. Could it be that he really wanted to have a good relationship with him today?
He must have gotten his head stuck in the door! He was a member of the fifth category, and although his reputation wasn't much better, at least he had filled in the "poor and lower-middle peasant" column in his identity column.
"You don't understand, stop interrupting!" Er Laizi glared at Yang Feng unhappily.
Seeing Yan Mingli swinging his hoe and hooking the vines quickly and turning them over neatly, he quickly left their boss behind and hurriedly put all his strength into catching up with him.
When Yang Feng saw that the lazy guy who was usually regarded as a typical lazy guy by the production team was actually more diligent than himself, he dared not be lazy anymore and moved the hoe very quickly.
The second aunt who was watching not far away had a pleased look on her face. She thought that her youngest son should learn more from good kids like Xiaoli. Look at how he turned the sweet potato vines, so quickly and accurately!
"Boss Yan, why don't you take a break first and I'll help you." Er Laizi was extremely servile, and his yellow teeth from years of smoking flashed a dazzling light in the scorching sun.
"No need." Yan Mingli refused firmly.
Look at the land he turned over. The sweet potato vines were leaning to the east and west as if they were hit by frost. Yan Mingli was afraid that he would have to pay money to the production team if he asked him for help.
"You are being so attentive for no reason. Not only does it scare Boss Yan, I am also quite scared." Yang Feng, who caught up with him, pressed the hoe into the ground and panted while leaning on the hoe handle.
"I asked Blind Zhang to calculate it. The sun and the moon are in the sky, and the phoenix is roosting on the wutong tree. Boss Yan is the noble man who can help me turn my life around." Er Laizi looked around and saw that no one was paying attention to this side, so he said in a low voice.
"What?" Yan Mingli and Yang Feng were both shocked.
In this era of "Down with all monsters and demons," you told us you'd had your fortune told. Why? Are you afraid you won't get the honor?
"Don't be so surprised. Anyway, I will follow Boss Yan from now on." Er Laizi said in a loud voice, with a smile on his face that was almost unbearable to look at.
"You...can do whatever you want." After being hugged by the little girl, Yan Mingli, who had been in a good mood, didn't bother to pay attention to him and continued to concentrate on turning over the sweet potato vines.
But a little wave still stirred in his heart. A phoenix perched on a paulownia tree? Did he mean that he was a phoenix and had landed on the paulownia tree that the little girl was?
On this side, Yan Mingli was working hard and sweating profusely, while on the other side, Mo Yutong and his group had already arrived at the commune.
The person in charge of the commune's Youth Office was still the middle-aged man named Ren Xiaohe from last time. He greeted them warmly, "Comrades, please come in!"
"Thank you, Director Ren!" Liao Qingyun and Ma Xinguo looked at each other, and both felt that this enthusiasm was 100% due to Mo Zhiqing beside them.
The commune secretary personally went to the production team to greet the educated youth. How could the office director and educated youth office director not have received any news?
Soon the group entered the office. Ren Xiaohe did not waste any time and took out the "payment list" and asked them to sign.
But when Mo Yutong saw that the number "8" was written in the "living allowance" column corresponding to their names, he was stunned for a moment.
"Director Ren, doesn't the document say that the resettlement fee is 480 yuan?" The difference between four hundred and eighty and eight is not a small amount.
In this era when an apprentice's monthly salary is 14 yuan and an eighth-level worker's monthly salary is 104 yuan, more than 400 yuan is a huge sum of money.
"Yes! Where did the other 472 yuan go? Did you embezzle it?" Tian Xiaomei, who didn't even have the energy to flirt with Ma Xinguo along the way, suddenly slapped the table hard and glared at Ren Xiaohe.
"Comrade educated youth, as a commune cadre, I have the right to discuss your defamation with the public security commissioner stationed in the commune." Ren Xiaohe put the pen on the table, stared at her with a dark face, and spoke in a cold tone.
"The Chairman said that all our cadres in all walks of life must strive to master technology and business, becoming experts and both red and professional."
Tian Xiaomei, whose expression was incomprehensible, stood up angrily, raised her hands high in praise, and expressed her loyal belief in the Red Sun in a sonorous and powerful voice.
Ren Xiaohe was almost furious. Was she saying that he wasn't famous enough or professional enough? Was she trying to put a huge accusation on himself?
"Comrade, please take a good look at it yourself!" Ren Xiaohe pulled out a thin piece of paper from a pile of documents on the corner of the table and placed it on the table in front of her.
"I don't care. Once the political line is determined, cadres are the decisive factor." Tian Xiaomei put her hands behind her back and glanced at Ren Xiaohe.
The look in her eyes made him look like a black-hearted dumpling who was just sitting there doing nothing and was not worthy of talking to her at all.
This guy... seems even crazier than he was two days ago.
The incident started because of her, and Mo Yutong didn't want to embarrass Ren Xiaohe, so she quickly took the stack of papers and said, "Director Ren, let me see!"
Seeing that Mo Yutong's attitude was pretty good, Ren Xiaohe's expression improved a little. He nodded slightly and motioned her to take a look slowly.
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