The vixen's journey through time

At this time, the man's natural strength came into play, and the captain took root on the stage without shifting.

When the brigade captain's wife saw that she couldn't pull him away, she knew that her man's temper was getting worse.

This time, she was really sad.

"Okay, okay... If you don't leave, I'll leave! I'll leave!" He said, pushing the captain away, covering his face and getting off the stage.

The captain didn't even look at it, he just opened and closed his mouth and said mechanically: "Starting today, the village will confiscate the surplus grain from everyone's homes and keep it under unified custody. I hope all the villagers will cooperate..."

The villagers stopped cursing, but no one responded.

The joke is about food rations and lives. This is not the time to show off one's courage. If one person fails, the whole family, old and young, will suffer.

Isn’t the captain’s family a good example?

Although they couldn't do it, they didn't know how to laugh, let alone watch the excitement. In fact, everyone felt quite heavy.

On the other hand, the other village cadres in the village looked at each other in confusion, and even pushed each other in private. In the end, as if they had agreed, each of them picked up a load and went up with a relaxed pace.

After putting down the basket, everyone took a closer look and their eyes were fixed. Good guy, there were only half a basket of sweet potatoes in the basket. They must have been specially selected. Each one was smaller than the other. Some had sprouted and some had simply rotted away.

The captain stood facing them, alone, his whole body shaking violently.

Finally, he took a deep breath and said weakly: "Today and tomorrow I will ask village cadres to go to your homes to collect surplus grain, and I also ask the villagers to cooperate."

He seemed to have foreseen that the results might not be ideal.

Also, by that time, some of the villagers would just close the door and not be welcomed; some would cry and complain that their families were in trouble and had no food, and even ask the village cadres to find ways to find food supplements for them; some would stand at the gate with brooms in hand, daring to go in and greet them. Yours is a broomstick. A thin and short peasant woman had an inexplicable aura that made one man stand in front of ten thousand others.

Of course, there are those who cooperate, but in the end they all have selfish motives, so how much can they give?

A bowl of rice and a head of Chinese cabbage were given to the village cadres. Some people even brought bowls of well water to the village cadres, saying "Thank you for your hard work, thank you for your hard work", but there was no grain of rice in sight.

All that kind of stuff.

"Now, let me announce the second thing. Starting from tomorrow, the village will organize an earthquake drill every half month. The village chief will explain this to everyone in detail."

At this time, the village chief, who was sitting among a row of elderly people, finally stood up. He had gray hair and his hands behind his back. He stood there upright for ten minutes.

For ten minutes, he didn't speak or move. He kept looking up at the sky.

In the first ten minutes, the villagers started talking a lot. After all, their village chief rarely came out to preside over affairs, and the captain usually took care of everything.

Now that the village chief has come out, is something big really going to happen?

Three minutes later, the villagers' discussion gradually stopped. They saw the village chief standing there without saying a word. Could it be that the sky was beautiful?

It's quite beautiful. The flaming clouds on the horizon are connected one after another. It's so spectacular.

Another five or six minutes passed. Some villagers moved their necks and heads. It was a bit uncomfortable to keep moving in the same movement. They simply looked away and looked at the village chief on the stage again.