How could she, a scorer of a production team and a guard comrade who was committed to breaking old ways and establishing new ones, learn the ways of an ignorant village woman?
Bah! Vixen! It's all her fault. She almost led me astray from my noble ideals!
"Mo Zhiqing, with your level of ideological awareness, the organization will never allow you to harm our vast number of poor and lower-middle peasants."
The members who gathered around her undoubtedly gave Nie Xiaoyu great courage. Her neck was stretched straight like a cormorant with its throat pinched.
Mo Yutong was too lazy to talk and just watched her performance quietly.
But in Nie Xiaoyu's eyes, her silence was a blatant sign of guilt.
What should one do when faced with an enemy whom one has suppressed? One must press on and press her down, pinning her to the ground, making her unable to rise again, and never again dare to dream of her brother Mingli.
"As a scorekeeper for the commune, I have the responsibility and obligation to strongly condemn your actions and ask you to make a profound written self-criticism to the comrades you have harmed."
This height made Mo Yutong gasp in amazement. To condemn and harm? She must be crazy!
Yang Feng, who had already arrived with a hoe, was so angry when he saw Nie Xiaoyu like that that he was holding the hoe and was ready to move.
If he hadn't exchanged a calming glance with Yan Mingli, he would have hit Nie Xiaoyu's ankle with a hoe.
Er Laizi also wanted to move. This was a good opportunity to show off. After all, he was just a street urchin and was not afraid of being at a disadvantage. However, when he looked at Yang Feng, he restrained himself for the time being.
Yang Chuan and Zhao Jun were always patient and did not rush forward. Instead, they looked at all the members who gathered around them.
Nie Xiaofeng, who had been following the crowd since a while ago, looked at Mo Yutong who was calm and composed, but he was not as optimistic as Nie Xiaoyu. His eyebrows twitched violently, and he always felt that things were likely to get worse!
"Why don't you all go straight to the threshing ground after work and listen to how the educated youth from Beijing came to their senses, how they repented and reformed, and how they integrated into the vast rural world."
Nie Xiaoyu was so passionate that Mo Yutong was afraid she would faint from a brain congestion.
Seeing that the atmosphere was almost created, Mo Yutong walked out from behind the young man, looked at her with a smile, and said, "I heard that Comrade Nie is a junior high school student. I wonder if he hasn't even heard of this revised poem dedicated to his father!"
"Listen, listen, all members, listen, comrades, this is a poem, and a revised poem!" Nie Xiaoyu was excited, her eyes sparkling, bursting with the bright light of impending happiness.
"Down with all the feudal dregs!" Tian Xiaomei, who had heard the news, was so excited when she heard this that she squeezed all the way to the front from the back of the crowd. She straightened her right arm, clenched her fist, and roared loudly. She looked more like a relative of the Nie family.
"This comrade has also written many poems. How about I recite another one for you?" Mo Yutong looked at the two of them with a smile, a cold light flashing in his eyes.
That fearless look stimulated Nie Xiaoyu. It was impossible for her to be defeated by her. This was absolutely not allowed. It was absolutely not possible.
"Those who are stubborn and unyielding should be baptized by blood and fire and should be criticized and supervised by the people." Nie Xiaoyu spoke in an ups and downs manner and was very excited.
The vixen should be forced to kneel on a bench with a sign on her head and reflect on her actions, should be beaten to a bloody pulp by the indignant members of the commune, and should fall into the mud and never get up again.
Look at her staring eyes, her nostrils constantly shrinking and moving, and her slightly thick lips peeling off from the burning fire.
Mo Yutong smiled faintly and recited, "Suddenly appearing from nowhere, the vast Kunlun Mountains, witnessing all the springtime beauty of the world. Three million jade dragons soared, stirring the whole sky with a chill. Summer melted away, rivers overflowed, and people were reduced to fish and turtles. Who has ever commented on the merits and demerits of the ages?"
As Mo Yutong recited half of the poem, Nie Xiaofeng, who was hidden in the crowd, suddenly became extremely ugly.
As the successor of the workers, peasants and soldiers, he had studied the poem "Nian Nujiao Kunlun" countless times by holding up the Little Red Book.
Especially the great ambition expressed in the second half of the stanza is a classic that everyone in the team knows.
Trash! I thought his sister might be a bit clever, but she turned out to be a complete idiot.
I was planning to take advantage of the situation and step forward to protect this ungrateful educated youth and let her see what I am capable of.
Then he instigated these members to stir up trouble and force her to marry him, and the result was...
Trash! Idiot! A fool who is smarter than a pig!
Nie Xiaofeng didn't want to get into trouble, so he turned around with a sullen face, squeezed out of the crowd, and walked towards Widow He's house.
The young man standing beside the little girl, who had been silently protecting her, glanced at the departing figure, and a certain guess suddenly popped up in his mind.
Staring at Nie Xiaoyu, who hadn't recovered yet, Mo Yutong raised the corner of his lips and continued, "Now I say to Kunlun: Don't be so high, don't have so much snow. I wish I could draw my sword and cut you into three pieces? One piece for Europe, one for America, and one for the East. In a peaceful world, the whole world will share the same cold and heat."
This... this isn't... Nie Xiaoyu's face suddenly turned pale. Did she just say something about feudal dregs? Did she just say something about repenting and turning over a new leaf?
Seeing her sudden change in expression, the members had nothing to understand. She was probably trying to steal a chicken but ended up losing the rice.
His little girl is really amazing! Just a few words can scare Nie Xiaoyu so much that her face changes color.
"Sister is awesome! Sister scared the bad guys silly!" The two children looked at Mo Yutong with eyes full of admiration.
"Isn't this Comrade Chairman's poem?" Tian Xiaomei exclaimed again.
Well! For a moment I didn't know who she was helping!
"No... I..." No wonder it sounded familiar to me? No wonder she was so unscrupulous?
No, this was a deliberate scheme by her. It was a trap she set up on purpose. It was a conspiracy against her. She wanted to snatch Brother Mingli away from her!
It must be like this, absolutely!
Vixen, this vixen will never die a good death!
How could her brother Mingli be so foolish! He didn't want to marry a virgin girl like her, but wanted an educated youth who looked like no good!
Seeing her eyes red with anger, Mo Yutong could only say one thing: She really just went with the flow and it was definitely not intentional.
I chose that poem because I wanted to teach my two children, and I specifically picked one that was simple, easy to understand, and catchy.
However, the latter poem was carefully selected by her from the thirty-seven poems.
"Have you had enough of the trouble? Go back!" Nie Hongshan appeared at the right time and calculated the time to the second.
"Dad, she's deliberately bullying me. She's shameless. She seduced..." My Mingli brother. Under Nie Hongshan's cold gaze, Nie Xiaoyu suppressed the last few words back into her stomach.
"Everyone hurry back to work. The autumn harvest will start the day after tomorrow. We must finish turning over the sweet potato fields in the next two days." Nie Hongshan knocked on his pipe and frowned at the group of members who were reluctant to leave.
Seeing that Nie Hongshan wanted to let the matter go, how could Mo Yutong agree?
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