However, it is true that people can unleash unlimited potential when forced into certain environments.
They've been shown how to make money from this, so naturally they can't sit still.
Collective wisdom and effort.
If there are no greenhouses, then as a second-best option, since every household is growing their own, we can just find an empty room.
It's only been a short time since the New Year, and Jian Dan has long since put this matter out of her mind.
She was leading Cheng Rui and Cheng An in arranging a big meal at home.
We were supposed to have venison hotpot the next day, but we didn't get to eat it. We were a few days late in making the arrangements.
Jian Dan brought her two children, and Mingzhu and her husband brought their children, making a total of six people, who enjoyed a lively meal in the west room.
After the meal, Lin Dongfang cooked another pot and sent it from the backyard to the cowshed. He then simply collapsed on the kang (a heated brick bed) and didn't want to move.
Mingzhu, feeling rather lazy, watched her son playing on the floor and recalled her earlier simple idea.
"Didn't you say you were going to call them all over? Why didn't you? Why aren't they coming?"
He leaned back slightly, squinted his eyes, and waved his hand.
"Is that so!"
I went there, but nobody came. Nobody came.
I thought to myself, "If they don't want to come, fine. They'll just feel awkward if they do come. It's better to just send it over and let them eat it themselves."
"Hey, you're saying that Grandpa Cheng might feel embarrassed to talk to you, but what about my dad?"
He wouldn't go to my place even if I asked him to, and I was almost ready to throw a tantrum.
"Are you afraid the villagers will see you and it will affect you?"
Mingzhu sighed softly.
"well!
You can't see it, but you're thinking about it.
I was thinking of bringing him closer so I could keep an eye on him more often, but now he's so worried about this and that. We're not even two miles apart, and it's so hard to even have a meal together.
"You're all set,"
He briefly gestured to show the two boys, then lowered his voice.
"With you by my side, even if we don't see each other often, we can get help if anything happens."
Look at them now, laughing and joking with me during the day, but they're both so stressed. They don't tell me, so I just pretend I don't know. Before the New Year, the two brothers secretly went out and cried twice.
Underground, Hui Zhou was exploring everything around him, with Cheng Rui and Cheng An each protecting him from one side, especially the edges and corners, afraid that he might bump into something.
Mingzhu sighed again.
"Yes, I should be content."
You tell me, how did our perfectly good days turn out like this?
The family is no longer a family, and the people are no longer people.
Simple is also somewhat confused, and even somewhat hopeful. Up to now, this era still deviates greatly from the true historical trajectory. Will it not be so tragic, and will this chaos end sooner?
Unfortunately, the facts do not change according to anyone's will; the torrent of society propels history along a seemingly familiar trajectory.
Not long after the New Year, Liu Weimin returned from a meeting at the commune and, with a gloomy face, convened a meeting of the villagers.
The empty house where he temporarily grew vegetables had been renovated, and Liujiatun's path to making money had begun, which only brought him a moment of relief.
He, the village chief, is usually easy to talk to and has a gentle demeanor. Except for a few times when he gets really angry, he never has this kind of expression.
However, there were advantages. With everyone gathered and facing her expression that seemed ready to explode at any moment, there was no noise at all. Even the children were kept tightly under their parents' control, not allowed to make a sound.
Liu Weimin didn't waste any time and went straight to the point.
"Starting today, the militia will patrol all day. Anyone leaving the village must come to me and explain that they need a letter of introduction to leave. This applies whether they are going out to buy things or to visit relatives or go back to their parents' home."
Similarly, for outsiders, whoever they are looking for will handle the communication; they should speak their business and leave once the matter is resolved.
If someone comes to me under special circumstances and I take in outsiders without their permission, we have a way of explaining that.
Don't bring any of those so-called friends back with me.
I'll be impartial; all villagers and educated youth are treated the same. When relatives come to visit, I'll make sure to say the unpleasant things upfront. If you get stuck at the village entrance, don't blame me for being heartless.
second,"
His dark gaze swept over the villagers.
"I have said many times that we should speak and act according to our conscience."
Just because I don't mention what you did in the past doesn't mean I don't know.
Several villagers nervously avoided Liu Weimin's cold gaze.
"Starting today, anyone who throws a tantrum, starts a fight, or spouts nonsense without thinking, or treats their daughter-in-law and granddaughter like servants and beats or scolds them at will, will have 20 work points deducted for each instance."
Don't plead with me, I can't bear the shame.
The villagers in front could understand; they guessed something had happened and the village chief wanted to protect them. This kind of thing wasn't unheard of.
But what about the latter, especially the rule against hitting or scolding one's daughter-in-law? How can these two things be the same thing?
But at this moment, no one dared to provoke him, and they all kept their mouths shut, afraid that they might accidentally blurt out what they were about to say.
"Third, people from the village will come in a few days, and they may take some action."
I have only one request: do your own job well. This has nothing to do with you. Keep your eyes, your mouths, and your rumors to a minimum. Those few who can't keep their mouths shut—I'm making this clear: if I find out you're spouting any more nonsense…
"No, village chief, what exactly do you mean?"
Finally, someone couldn't help but ask a question, which, like a drop of cold water falling into a hot pan, instantly resonated with many.
"Village chief, tell us what you're saying. We're all unsure about this."
"What's going to happen? Who's coming?"
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