The flashlight light slowly came down the slope, and seemed to be turning right along the ramie forest.
Zeng Shitou, who was standing by his own dam and smoking, looked at the light in the distance and his pupils narrowed. He didn't expect that the coward Cui Shengli would dare to come.
It seemed that he could take advantage of the opportunity to make another profit tonight, but before he could think about what to eat at the commune restaurant tomorrow morning, the light disappeared and quickly moved away towards the village entrance.
"Shit..." Zeng Shitou spat in annoyance, threw the cigarette butt to the ground, and crushed it hard with the toe of his shoe.
Brother Feng is such an idiot! He said we would go to Lao Yinshan tonight, but he hasn’t come yet. Zeng Shitou, who is full of complaints, is so annoyed!
He wanted to turn around and go back to the house to take a nap, but unexpectedly bumped into Widow He who had just come out of the toilet. He smelled the strong sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance on her body and said sarcastically, "You are not still waiting! Do you think he will come again?"
Widow He became angry when she heard his sarcastic tone, but she didn't want to argue with him, for fear that he would have another attack and ask her lovers for money.
"If I didn't want this dollar, wouldn't you have been screwed for nothing?" Seeing that she didn't say anything, Zeng Shitou became more and more excited.
"I'm your mother. How dare you talk to your own mother like that?" Widow He was so angry that she raised her hand and was about to slap him in the face.
She was promised rice and eggs tonight, but at this hour there was no one to be seen, and she was still angry!
"Tsk! Mother! Humph!" Zeng Shitou smiled coldly, shook off her hand, kicked open the side door and entered the house.
Looking at the half-open door of the next room, he leaned in and looked at it coldly. When he saw the half-empty bottle of hair oil on the small table, he suddenly came up with an idea.
Without caring that hair oil was a good thing that could only be bought for a few dollars at the supply and marketing cooperative, he unscrewed the bottle cap and shook it hard, and the corners of the wooden press were immediately covered with a thick layer.
Then he patted his butt and went back to the bedroom as if nothing had happened. He fell on the bed without taking off his shoes, pulled up the quilt that was haphazardly piled up at the end of the bed, covered his head with it and went to sleep.
When Widow He entered the house, she smelled the sweet scent of osmanthus and could not help but shout in frustration, "You little bastard, you're a spendthrift! You only know how to waste good things..."
Zeng Shitou wrapped the quilt tighter around him and ignored her yelling.
Go ahead and scold him! It's not like he'll lose a piece of meat. Anyway, she has never hit him since he grew up.
On the small road, the silent Yan Mingli seemed to hear the sound of a bicycle. He looked up and saw a ray of light rushing past and disappearing not far away.
When Mo Yutong rushed to the Wei family, Wei Zhengmao had already turned off the lights and gone to bed.
Hearing the hurried knock on the door, he immediately threw back the quilt and quickly opened the door in his Liberation shoes.
Seeing Mo Yutong and Yan Mingcheng standing at the door, Wei Zhengmao was stunned and asked hurriedly, "What's going on? What's going on?"
Mo Yutong did not delay and quickly told the story and her plan, picking out the parts that could be said.
It's no wonder that she trusts Wei Zhengmao. First of all, it was the tone of the boy when he spoke of him. Secondly, it was his help the night before yesterday and the kindness he showed in the threshing ground today. He was one of the villagers she could trust so far.
"Yang Goudan is just making excuses. I'll go with you and see what they are going to do." If you don't do your job well and don't behave yourself well, you will be good at doing these unfortunate things.
"Uncle Wei, you don't need to show up for the team's affairs for now. Even Wu Ergou needs you to go in person. I'm afraid I won't even be able to knock on the door if I go."
"Okay, I will make that bastard Wu Ergou confess clearly." Wei Zhengmao was relieved to hear her say that.
It’s not that he is unwilling to help the Yan family. If he hadn’t lent a hand at critical moments over the years, the boy from the Yan family would not have been able to live safely until now.
But he also has difficulties. He has a big family behind him, and he can't be so impulsive as to go against the policy openly.
After saying hello to his family, Wei Zhengmao rode his bicycle and followed Mo Yutong towards Wu Ergou's house.
At this time, Yan Mingli and his companion had already arrived at Nie Hongshan's house.
The dam in front of Nie Hongshan's house was crowded with people, and all the people in the production team who liked to gossip about family matters were present.
Aunt Yang, who had been crying in the crowd for who knows how long, caught a glimpse of Yan Mingli walking up the slope. She immediately sat down on the ground, kicked her legs, and burst into tears.
"Damn it! The only child of my Yang family was nearly killed by a Category 5 element!"
"Two such huge cuts! You can almost see the bones! This is murder, a murder that will get you into the chicken coop!"
As if he was already accustomed to such verbal abuse, Yan Mingli walked up to her and stared at her silently.
"Yan Mingli, was it you who caused the injury on Yang Goudan's arm?" Nie Hongshan, who was severely humiliated by Mo Yutong, finally got the chance and scolded him in a very rude manner.
"No." The young man in the dacron shirt stood among the torches held high by the crowd and responded lightly.
Even if he was being attacked and scolded, it could not break his upright spine.
Hearing that he dared to deny it, Aunt Yang howled even louder, slapping the compacted yellow mud with both hands and accusing him with tears and snot.
"Oh my, what's going on?! The five categories of elements are riding on the shoulders of the poor and lower-middle peasants! They're going to treat us, the people of good family background, like animals and abuse us!"
Yang Feng, who followed, was about to step forward, but was stopped in his tracks by the glare from Yan Mingli.
Zhao Jun, Yang Chuan and others who rushed over could only stand aside and worry.
"Where is Mo Zhiqing? Why didn't he come with us?" Yang Chuan pulled Yang Feng over and asked in a low voice.
She was an educated youth from the capital. As long as she was willing to stand there, these people would have to think twice.
"It flew away." Yang Feng said unhappily.
"What?" Yang Chuan suspected that there was something wrong with his ears. What did "fly" mean?
"Husband and wife are birds of the same forest. When disaster strikes, they fly away separately!" Yang Feng's words made Yang Chuan silent.
After all, they are not husband and wife. It is understandable that Mo Zhiqing is unwilling to get involved after considering the situation. But if she does not come out to calm the situation, the head of the Yan family will probably be tortured to death by Nie Hongshan.
Although the struggle in recent years is not as intense as in previous years, it is not over after all, and they still cannot do too much openly.
"Yan Mingli, let me ask you, did you exchange two dung buckets and a shoulder pole from Carpenter Zeng?" Nie Hongshan asked righteously.
"Yes!" Yan Mingli had just finished speaking when Aunt Yang began to howl again, her voice becoming increasingly rhythmic. "My son! How could you be so miserable? A poor and lower-middle peasant is being bullied by a person belonging to the fifth category. We want to seek redress for our grievances, redress for our grievances!"
Yang Goudan, who was standing aside with his arms covered, twitched his mouth. His mother howled as if he had been stabbed to death and was just waiting for a good day to bury him.
"Sixteen pounds of eggs..." Before Nie Hongshan finished speaking, Aunt Yang continued singing:
"Sixteen pounds of eggs! That's sixteen pounds of eggs. We poor and lower-middle peasants have to dig out chickens' butts for half a year to get them. And he, a member of the fifth category, actually said he could just take them. He said he could just take them!"
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