"Mom, do we really want to do this? If we get caught, we'll be sent to the commune."
"Then why are you still talking nonsense here? Hurry up and dig. If you go back soon, no one will know about it."
Old Mrs. Feng crouched down, and her hands, as rough as tree bark, quickly pinched the sweet potato vines. Soon her pockets were filled with fresh sweet potato leaves.
"Hurry up, you're taking so long to dig a sweet potato. You've grown so big for nothing. I can do it myself."
Old Mrs. Feng lay directly on the ground, waving the shovel in her hand quickly.
The sweet potato had just taken shape and was no bigger than a fist when it was ruthlessly dug out by Old Mrs. Feng.
"Let's go, let's go. What are you still squatting there for?"
Looking at this cowardly son, Old Mrs. Feng was very angry.
"Mom, my legs are weak and I can't stand up."
"I really owe you guys a lot. I can't do anything, and I eat everything without leaving any."
Old Mrs. Feng cursed as she squatted down and rubbed her son's calf, "Can you move now?"
"Yes."
"Then hurry up and leave before you are discovered."
The mother and son returned home with a full load under the cover of night.
Soon the Feng family's house was filled with the aroma of roasted sweet potatoes, and the sweet potato leaves were cooked into soup and shared.
the next day……
"Ah... who, which fool picked it? If I catch him, I'll send him to the commune directly."
Accountant Liao was so angry when he saw the sweet potato field that was trampled into a mess.
Is the water village unlucky this year? Why are bad things happening one after another?
"Maybe some kid picked it because he was greedy."
"Who isn't greedy? Does greed justify stealing collective property?"
Everyone was already unhappy with the canteen's two-meals-a-day system, and recently they hadn't been actively working. This accountant was so worried that his hair turned white.
"Could it be that a wild boar came down the mountain and dug it up?"
"Have you ever seen a wild boar with a shovel in its mouth? These marks are obviously made by a shovel."
Everyone looked at Accountant Liao as if he had been hit by a firecracker and dared not speak out.
Accountant Liao looked around but didn't find any useful clues, so he had to leave in disappointment.
As the saying goes, once there is a chance, there will be a second time. Having tasted the sweetness, Old Mrs. Feng went to steal a few more times, each time stealing more than the last.
But when you walk by the river, you will get your shoes wet. Old Mrs. Feng thought she was perfect, but she didn't know that she had already been suspected.
At the call of Aunt Wang, the women in the village took the initiative to form a patrol team.
As for why women are on patrol, it is because the men in the village have to go out to dig canals during the day and fall asleep as soon as they get home with their hands on their pillows.
"Mrs. Feng, I'm asking you again, are you going to take it out or not? Believe it or not, I'll tell the village chief."
Aunt Xiulan had just finished taking care of her three urgent matters in the weeds when she saw a dark shadow in the sweet potato field opposite.
After experiencing several incidents of crops being stolen and destroyed, everyone has become much more vigilant.
Look, Aunt Xiulan picked up a stick of firewood, called her son and tiptoed towards the field.
"Little thief, I'll see where you run."
Aunt Xiulan's stick landed squarely on the dark figure's calf.
The man cried out in pain.
"Why are you here, Mrs. Feng? What are you doing here in secret?"
Aunt Xiulan stopped shaking when she saw that it was people from the village. The last gang fight had left a huge shadow on her.
"I'm taking a shit here." Old Mrs. Feng squatted, covering her stomach with one hand and her back with the other.
When Aunt Xiulan heard that she was taking a poop, she asked her son to go away.
"There's not enough space near your house for you to poop, why do you have to come to my field to poop?"
"I'm happy to. Please leave quickly. I'll see if you can poop." Old Mrs. Feng waved her hand and continued squatting on the ground, not daring to stand up.
Aunt Xiulan was too lazy to pay attention to her. She might as well go home and lie down instead of moving around. She would get hungry faster if she moved too much.
So he walked home, looking back every three steps.
But she soon realized something was wrong.
When Old Mrs. Feng stood up, the front of her clothes seemed to be bulging as if something was stuffed in them.
She hurriedly followed and, seizing the opportunity, grabbed Old Lady Feng's hand.
Old Mrs. Feng felt guilty and when she pushed Aunt Xiulan away, the sweet potatoes in her arms rolled to the ground one after another.
"Good for you. I was wondering why you came all the way here to take a shit. It seems you're here to steal something."
She even stole it right in front of her house. If she hadn't explained the matter clearly, the villagers would have thought she had stolen it.
"Why are you talking so harshly? I'm borrowing it, do you understand? I'll pay it back when my family makes enough money."
Old Mrs. Feng avoided his gaze and hurried to pick up the sweet potatoes on the ground.
"Are my words harsh? If you have the ability, don't do such shameful things.
He was even stealing from the field in front of my house. Luckily I saw it, otherwise I would have been charged with destroying collective property.
I'm telling you, you'd better return these sweet potatoes to the brigade as soon as possible, or don't blame me for yelling."
Old Mrs. Feng deliberately did not steal the sweet potatoes from the area near her home because she was afraid that others would suspect her.
She had been successful several times before, so why did she fail like this? She had waited until the patrol had left before stealing.
Sure enough, everyone who gets along well with the Su family is unlucky for her.
"I still have it. I still have it now."
Old Mrs. Feng picked up the sweet potato again and walked towards the brigade with a solemn promise.
Aunt Xiulan became more cautious and followed quietly behind.
Sure enough, the old hag, Mrs. Feng, was just talking nicely. After seeing that there was no one behind her, she went straight home.
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