The news about Widow Ma was only heard from the occasional chats between villagers. As for Widow Ma's life, it became a mystery for a while.

Some people say that Widow Ma is doing well now, and the old lady treats her like her own daughter. Well, Widow Ma will still be counting on Widow Ma to support her in her old age in the future.

Some people also said that Widow Ma’s life was not going as well as she wanted, so the old lady was willing to take her in for a purpose. Wasn’t the old lady’s son accused by Widow Ma and sent to jail? So he stayed at home just to slowly torture her and get revenge.

What about my son’s revenge for being in jail?

It's hard to tell whether it's true or false.

Slowly, they lost interest in Widow Ma. Who could keep thinking about her? There was so much work to be done in the fields.

Widow Ma was gradually forgotten by the villagers as the busy farming season came. Occasionally, some wild men would remember Widow Ma's tall figure, and they would often think of her in the quiet late night.

During the busy period of farming, when plowing and harrowing the ground and sowing corn seeds, to save trouble, just dig a hole in the harvested wheat field, sprinkle a few corn seeds, and it will be planted.

When the corn is harvested in a few months, the corn stalks are removed, and the old roots left over from this season are dug into the ground together with the wheat straw from the previous season.

In the province, crops are plowed twice a year.

There are people who work in any way, but it is usually those who are diligent that make the crops in the fields grow well and yield more harvests.

After sowing the corn seeds, the only thing left is a rain. If it really rains and the sky clears up after the rain, at night, if you listen carefully, you can hear the corn seedlings "squeaking" in the night.

"Run" the sound of growth.

Of course, many villagers will not pay attention to this subtle sound. They are accustomed to the wind rushing around the village at night, blowing through the leaves and corn seedlings in the crop fields. While rustling at night, they are accompanied by summer insects.

of tweets.

For them, they are used to such a slight sound, just like when their spouse snores next to their pillow, they don't need to pay attention.

The only thing I was not used to was that one day the sound of a loudspeaker suddenly sounded in the village and spread throughout the village.

Early in the morning, some villagers squatted at the door of other people's houses, holding yellow enamel bowls in their hands. The paint on the bowl was peeled off in many places, and the places where the paint was peeled off were rusty. There were a few black flies lying on them.

Like the one above, the edge of the bowl was originally blue and is now almost completely rusty, but it does not prevent people from drinking porridge around the edge of the bowl.

"Hey, hey..."

A sudden sound rang out over the village, almost causing the villager holding the bowl to throw it to the ground unprepared.

"Hey, hey" was heard twice again. The villagers with sharp ears already knew where the voice from the sky came from. In the north, there was a dilapidated yard. There were no thatched houses in the village. Most of them were decorated with yellow.

In the past six months, many red brick houses have been built in the village.

Only the dilapidated yard in Beidi was built with thatched houses, and the roofs were starting to collapse. In the early years, when there were still production teams, they often held meetings in that yard. Later, the production teams were disbanded, and that yard became

The village committee.

It's said to be a village committee, but none of the village party secretaries have ever done anything in it. The village has just such trivial things every day, so there's no point in calling a group of people for a meeting.

In other words, when the village committee is mentioned, the villagers unconsciously point to the dilapidated thatched house.

There is a big poplar tree at the entrance of the yard. It has witnessed the ups and downs of Yangjiazhuang for decades and has grown strong and tall.

Now the loudspeaker that makes the sound is tied to the top of the tallest poplar tree. From a distance, it looks like a big crow lying on the treetop.

The crow's cry is "wow", and the loudspeaker is Wei Guangming's cry.

"What the hell is Wei Guangming doing?"

"Didn't I tell you that he is the deputy branch secretary of our village?"

"Hey, a small Yangjiazhuang is worth having two assistants and one full-timer. How did the treatment in our Yangjiazhuang be so good?"

"It's not the coal down here that's causing the trouble."

"You said that our Yangjiazhuang really wants to dig the coal below."

"The three branch secretaries must have gone away after making such a big move."

The big speaker hanging on the poplar tree was finally adjusted, and Wei Guangming's voice came from inside.

"Hey, folks, I'm Wei Guangming. Wei Guangming, I've almost eaten. I haven't had a bite of food yet."

Who cares whether he eats or not? Some villagers disagree.

Wei Guangming was chattering into the loudspeaker, as if he were talking to a family, and he seemed to be trying to see if the loudspeaker was working.

"The wheat harvest in our fields has also been finished. I see that corn has begun to be planted in the fields. It is good that the corn has been planted, and the villagers can relax for a while. Taking advantage of this period of relaxation of the villagers, I was in front of Su Zhishu,

I arrived at Yangjiazhuang first, ah, I arrived first."

Wei Guangming rambled on and on, but couldn't get to the point. Some villagers lost their patience and went home with their bowls in hand, while the others continued to listen.

"I'm not here to make a living. As the saying goes, a new official takes office with three fires. I, Wei Guangming, also have three fires. But folks, don't worry. These three fires are all good things for the village."

The villagers shook their heads after hearing this. Why are you talking like an official? Yangjiazhuang is full of farmers. What are you doing with these useless things? If you want to do good things, just go door to door and hand out money to everyone.

Of course, Wei Guangming, sitting in that thatched house in Beidi, couldn't hear the villagers' introduction and continued talking to the microphone on the table in front of him.

"As for these three major things, let's do them one by one first. I, Wei Guangming, am a big boss and simple-minded. I can't handle so many things at once, so let's do the first big thing first."

"I see that the house of our village committee is in a state of disrepair, and I really can't do anything about it. If we have a decent village committee, then our Yangjiazhuang will be proud of it. Isn't that right? So, the first major thing is to build a village."

committee.”

Building a village committee? We won’t need such a thing for many years, so why build it? It’s just a waste of money.

"The busy farming period has passed and corn has been planted in the fields. I know that the villagers are all idle at home. In this way, each family can provide a strong labor force. I believe that with the joint cooperation of every villager in Yangjiazhuang, we will be able to rebuild a

The new village committee, okay, let’s leave it like this for now. After everyone has finished eating, hurry up and gather in Beidi. I, Wei Guangming, am waiting for you all here.”

Pull, just pull.

Who the heck is Wei Guangming? He just builds it when he says it. Everyone is idle. He has finished the wheat season and finally wants to take a break. Who is going to build him a village committee?

Go ahead.

In the courtyard of the old village committee in Beidi, Wei Guangming sat on a chair, reached out to turn off the microphone wrapped in red cloth, then leaned back, put his feet on the table and crossed them, with one arm leaning against the

He was hanging on the back of the chair, holding a cigarette in his other hand and bringing it to his mouth.

With his eyes blurred by the smoke, he raised his head and looked at the loudspeaker high on the treetops. He flicked the cigarette butt casually, touched his fat belly with his rough hands, and murmured to himself.

I must be forty this year, oh, forty-one, it goes by so fast. He really saw the right person. If he hadn't helped Su Jincheng to overthrow Zhao Chunniu and Yang Jincang, where would he be today?

As long as the Yangjiazhuang coal mining thing is done well, then this will be a good opportunity to make a career in the future. With these political achievements, it will not be difficult to climb up the ladder.

Yangjiazhuang is really a nice place. Not to mention the shabby places everywhere, he really doesn’t want to leave now.

Let's get the things in front of us done first. Su Jincheng couldn't spare the time to do the three major things that were specially explained in the meeting above. Only with Su Jincheng's suggestion did he, Wei Guangming, have the opportunity to take the lead.

Right now? Of course we are waiting. We have just announced on the loudspeaker that each family will contribute one labor force to build the village committee, and they will take turns to work. Soon, a brand new village committee will stand on the north side of Yangjiazhuang.

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I waited and waited, but no one came. I really didn’t have any strong laborers at home. It would be fine if I had a woman. She could help with small tasks like moving bricks and dusting. That is to say, even a woman could do it.

No one came to the door.

While he was waiting, the villagers didn't even remember what they were doing. The women at home were very busy feeding chickens and cattle and sheep, and the men came in groups.

There is a card room in the bank. If you want to play cards or have fun, just go to the bank.

People are there, some get paid by playing cards, some get 10 or 20 cents, and some get no money, so let's carry the bricks and see who can stack the bricks high on their shoulders.
Chapter completed!