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Chapter 55
It was three o’clock in the afternoon when Wang Dacheng returned to Xiangyang Brigade. Passing by Shengli Commune, he took a stroll to inquire about the news. As a result, he met Wang Zhian with a gloomy look at the entrance of the village.
“Captain…” Wang Dacheng saw that Wang Zhian just paused for a moment, and then walked over. He wanted to kill him in his heart, but he showed an honest smile on his face.
“Wang Dacheng, where have you been?” Wang Zhian, who had a cold face, smiled as soon as he looked up. However, his smile was fake and looked a little ferocious.
“There is no food at home. We are strong and healthy and it’s okay to go hungry for a few meals. But my parents are so old. If they get sick from hunger, my second brother and my sister will kill me alive. So I go to my sister’s house to beg for food.” Wang Dacheng described the matter of begging for food in a fresh and unconventional way, without any sense of shame at all.
In fact, he had been cursing in his heart for a long time. Before Wang Zhian became the captain, everyone would honestly call him “Brother Dacheng” when they saw him. After he became the captain, he was called “Wang Dacheng”, which was very realistic.
“Didn’t you go somewhere else?” Wang Zhian asked tentatively. This time he was risking everything, even giving up the ancestors of the Wang family, just to climb up. He would not allow anyone to ruin his good deeds.
Then his eyes fell on Wang Dacheng’s thick hair. Envy flashed across his eyes, and he subconsciously wanted to touch his smooth big head. Fortunately, he resisted.
He just didn’t understand. They all had the surname Wang, so why was his family the only one that was called boiled eggs?
This bald head, anyone with a bald head knows, he is always depressed.
He is obviously two years younger than Wang Dacheng, and he has hardly suffered any hardship, but he looks even older than Wang Dacheng. Isn’t that infuriating?
“My niece wanted me to stay one more day, saying that she would take me to the supply and marketing cooperative today, but I refused. I was just asking for money, and it would be shameless to ask others to spend more money. Even though my niece earns more than 100 yuan a month, she can’t act like this even if she has money!” Wang Dacheng just kept talking nonsense.
Wang Zhian was stunned. As the team leader, his monthly salary was only 10 yuan, but this was 10 times his. Where could he put his face as the team leader?
Also, what happened to Wang Yanhong?
When did she become so easy to talk to that she even let Wang Dacheng ask for money?
Where did the ferocity of tickling him when he was a child go?
No…Wang Dacheng is lying…
“Level 8 workers only make 99 yuan. How can she get a salary of more than 100 yuan?” Wang Zhian looked at Wang Dacheng and sneered.
“Don’t you know?” Wang Dacheng asked puzzledly.
Wang Zhian said nothing, but just watched his performance quietly with a cold face.
“Look at my brain, I forgot to tell you that my niece was a technical secondary school student, and now she is the section chief of a machinery factory, a section-level cadre.” Wang Dacheng slapped his forehead and said in annoyance.
Now he finally understood why Du Weihai liked to brag in front of him. It turned out that bragging based on other people’s pain was so satisfying!
Wang Zhian: …
Wang Dacheng looked at Wang Zhian’s departing back, he sneered, and then on the way home, whenever someone asked him, he would repeat what he had just said.
These were all taught to him by Daming. Daming said that before doing anything, one should improve one’s reputation and let others know one’s background.
He has no skills at all. Who would want to follow such a person to cause trouble?
In the eyes of ordinary people, having a relative who is a cadre is a big deal. And this relative allowed him to collect money, which shows that he has a close relationship with this relative.
The next step is to determine the target of the incident, and then we need the power to do it. Now that we have the target, the power will of course come from all the villagers in Xiangyang Brigade.
So when he walked into the house, everyone in Xiangyang Brigade knew that he had gone to the city to beg for money, and that his relative in the city was a high-ranking official.
He also discovered something that was very beneficial to him. It was almost three o’clock in the afternoon, which was the time to go to work. He walked along and found that there was no one in the field.
The brigade starts working at six in the morning. Usually villagers will bring dry food to the fields to eat. Ten in the morning is the time for breakfast. They have to start work on time at eleven-thirty and work until five-thirty in the afternoon.
However, during the busy farming season when people were gathering food, they were not allowed to leave work until dark. Sometimes, when the weather was bad, they had to stay up all night gathering food with torches.
When there is no work in the fields, they have to dig canals and build roads. In short, except when it rains or snows and the ground freezes, the rest of the time is spent in busyness. This is the life of contemporary farmers.
Wang Dacheng found that there was no one in the fields. You know, in order to get more food, these people would work in the fields all year round as long as they can hold on.
It can be said that there is no lazy person in their Xiangyang Brigade. Even the blind man at the village entrance works hard to weave baskets and backpacks every day.
From this we can see that everyone has a lot of opinions about Wang Zhian.
He couldn’t help but sigh that Dameng’s brain was really good, and even this was guessed by Dameng. Dameng said that if Wang Zhian didn’t do a good job in ideological work among the villagers, there would be a 100% chance of overthrowing Wang Zhian.
The best evidence is that no one wants to go to work.
The villagers worked hard for half a year, but when the autumn harvest came, they didn’t see a single grain of food. Who can make up for it?
“The boss is back. Hurry up and drink some water and wash your face.” Wang Dacheng’s wife, Zhao Cuihua, hurried forward to take the things from him. Her pockets felt heavy and her face was full of heartache.
It’s because it takes two hours to walk from the town to their Xiangyang Brigade, and walking is tiring, let alone carrying such heavy things.
“Dacheng is back. Is this what Yanhong gave you?” A thin old lady with gray hair walked out from the inner room, holding a shoe sole in her hand. It was Wang Dacheng’s mother, Old Lady Wang.
When Old Mrs. Wang saw the half bag of grain, a smile appeared on her wrinkled face, and her frown only relaxed a little.
She was still quite open-minded. When she rubbed the soles of her shoes at home, some old ladies simply fell down, out of anger.
For people of their age, it doesn’t matter if they starve to death, but what about their descendants?
Even if the adults can hold on, who can listen to the child crying because of hunger?
well……
There’s nothing I can do except lie at home and sigh.
“Well, where is Dad?” Wang Dacheng didn’t say much but asked about Old Man Wang.
“Your father is serving the vegetable gardener in the backyard.” When Old Mrs. Wang said this, she sighed deeply. The small vegetable garden in the backyard actually became the family’s livelihood.
Just then, footsteps were heard from the backyard. Not long after, an energetic old man with mud on one hand walked into the yard. This man was Wang Dacheng’s father, Old Man Wang.
“Dacheng, come with me into the house.” After washing the mud off his hands, Old Man Wang said to Wang Dacheng and went back to the house with his hands behind his back.
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