Meng Sheng from the village doesn't know that his electrical appliance store is now making a lot of money.
After eating and drinking enough in the morning, he took Feng Yijia to watch a play in the village in the afternoon.
The person who threw feces in front of the village cadres' office last night has been found after the village cadres' concerted investigation.
The crime was committed by a gang of women in their forties and fifties.
The leader among them was Feng Yijia’s ex-mother-in-law Chen Xiu.
The two surviving sons of Chen Xiu's family have each given birth to a child, and the eldest daughter-in-law is just pregnant with her second child.
When the family planning policy came into effect, Chen Xiu felt that she had suffered a great loss.
It is a consensus among people today that having many children and grandchildren means more blessings.
It is definitely not enough for her family's third generation to have only two grandchildren.
Especially when she heard that her third grandson was going to be arrested and aborted, otherwise she would have to pay a fine, Chen Xiu became even more indignant.
Rural women living in the mountains have never set foot in the county twice.
She has little understanding of national policies.
Even though I do understand a little, I don't want to understand it because of the anger in my heart.
She directly hated the village cadres who announced the implementation of this policy and whom she could see and touch.
However, Chen Xiu was timid after all. Even after a few years of collective disbandment, the influence of the village cadres remained in her heart.
He was so anxious that he could only sneak around at night to throw feces in front of people's doors, and he also persuaded several women with special circumstances to join him.
She may not know that the law does not punish the masses, but she knows that everyone in the village is considerate.
We are all relatives in some way, and with so many people involved, it would be difficult to punish them even if the truth was found.
The main thing is that it can't hurt anyone, but it's disgusting.
Things turned out just as she expected. The culprit was found, but several village cadres looked grim and helpless.
The old women, who were about fifty years old on average, were thick-skinned enough and had the energy to deal with that wave.
Seeing that they couldn't hide it anymore, they just gave up and started slapping their thighs, twisting their buttocks, jumping up and down, and shouting and cursing.
Don't underestimate the scolding skills of rural old women.
From the eighteen generations of ancestors to the grandchildren and great-grandchildren who are still not at home, no one can escape their mouths.
From body organs to relationships between men and women, it can be arranged at will.
The content is brilliant and the actions are extremely exaggerated, but it is a bit unbearable to listen to and see.
Many people chase their naughty children out of the house to prevent them from learning things they shouldn't.
Meng Sheng, who was in the crowd, looked down at Feng Yijia's flat belly beside him, and was also hesitating whether he should pull her away?
Although I always carry an umbrella when doing things, what if I accidentally miss a few tadpoles?
After all, I have heard of such things many times in my previous life.
If his wife is pregnant, wouldn't he be worried that she might corrupt his own child?
While I was thinking, the scene suddenly became even more noisy.
When he looked up at the field again, he frowned and pulled Feng Yijia, whose eyes were shining, and decisively squeezed through the crowd to go home.
It turned out that one of the aunties, seeing a militiaman coming forward to pull someone away, actually lifted up her cotton jacket with one hand, revealing her dark and wrinkled belly, and unbuttoned her cotton trousers on the side of her waist with the other hand.
He screamed, "Meng Daming, if you dare to touch me, I will take off my pants and call you a hooligan!
My son has only given birth to a few girls, not even a son to carry on the family line. Now, I will fight anyone who doesn't let him have a son!"
This aunt's surname is Wang, and she is called Aunt Wang.
She was a dark and strong woman. Her husband died early, leaving her with only one son, Meng Kang.
The man who was able to raise a child alone in the village and marry him off must be a tough guy.
If you meet someone you can beat, just fight him.
When she meets someone she can't beat, she just throws a tantrum and takes off her clothes and pants in public. This is her special skill that never fails.
The militiaman named Damin was still a little thin-skinned. His face flushed red, perhaps out of shame or anger. He turned his face away, stopped and dared not move forward.
Among the villagers watching outside, some secretly cursed the old woman for being shameless, some laughed at her ugly appearance, and some were too shameless to care about the trouble and shouted for her to continue taking off her clothes.
The noise from the crowd caused the snow on the roadside trees to fall down in a flurry.
Only a few village cadres had even more frowns on their faces.
Seeing that a big drama was reaching its climax, but she couldn't continue watching, Feng Yijia pouted a little unhappily.
Who is she? She's not a man. Why are you pulling her away by taking off your pants?
Unfortunately, her resistance was like an ant trying to shake a tree, and she was quickly dragged away from the crowd by Meng Sheng.
I can only hope that my father, who is floating in the air, can go back and tell her about it in detail after watching the show.
The snow was still falling, but it was much lighter, and the snow on the village roads was trampled into a dirty state.
But the fields and mountains on both sides of the road were all covered in snow.
A white world, a dirty path, men and women walking hand in hand and shoulder to shoulder on the path.
It forms a touching picture of rural snow scene.
When Zhang Yuncong rode his bicycle into the village, he saw from afar this cold yet infinitely warm scene.
Mengjia Village is remote and few outsiders come here.
What’s more, it’s snowing heavily.
The appearance of the bicycle caught the attention of Feng Yijia and Meng Sheng.
As they got closer, the two of them came forward in shock.
Feng Yijia looked at Zhang Yuncong, who was wrapped in a thick cotton coat but still had purple cheeks from the cold, and couldn't help but ask with concern: "Why did Brother Yuncong come back to the village at this time?"
The girl, who hadn't seen me for a few months, had gained some weight and looked even more radiant. Even though she was wearing a tacky, bulky, flowery cotton jacket, she was still no worse than the fashionable girls in the city.
There is no trace of the pitiful little boy in my memory, always with disheveled hair and tattered clothes.
Zhang Yuncong sighed inwardly, then smiled and replied, "I was passing by here on business, so I came to give you some money!"
As he spoke, he stepped down from his bicycle with his long legs.
Meng Sheng pushed his wife aside without leaving a trace, stepped forward and took the handlebars, and enthusiastically interrupted: "We are not in a hurry to use the money. Look at you suffering through the heavy snow and crossing the mountains and hills.
I'm so sorry.
You must be freezing from riding all the way. Let's go home and warm up by the fire!"
He was talking, holding the handlebars with one hand, and holding Zhang Yuncong's arm with the other hand, striding forward.
He is the dream lover of many girls in the village. He is talented, handsome and rich.
Even though he believed in the character of him and his wife, Meng Sheng still subconsciously didn't want them to have any contact.
To put it bluntly, it's still due to lack of self-confidence and the dark possessiveness in my heart.
Zhang Yuncong, who had never been treated so warmly by Meng Sheng, was a very thoughtful person and had been guarded against by men more than once or twice.
How could I not understand what he meant?
He glanced at Meng Sheng meaningfully, and consciously stopped talking to Feng Yijia.
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