Rebirth of the times, a top-level boss joins the national team

Zhang Limei's pupils dilated. She didn't expect that the idiot had really come to her senses and knew everything.

But she still refused to admit it: "I don't know what you are talking about. Anyway, this is not the first time you have accused me of something. It doesn't matter. If you have the guts, just kill me. You have always refused to believe that Ling Yang and I are innocent. If you kill me, you will get what you want."

Tu Shan curled her lips: "You are quite good at talking. You dare to involve Ling Yang at this time? You think I have no evidence and can't do anything to you? Or do you really think I dare not kill you?

Zhang Limei, you are using me to get close to Ling Yang. What do you want to do?

"With Ling Yang's identity, if I hand you over to the military, will they take you seriously? Can you withstand the investigation?"

Zhang Limei was anxious. Tian Junjie was arrested and she was being followed again, but she was sure that Tian Junjie would not expose her.

She guessed that the reason she was being followed was because Tu Sanmei saw her and Tian Junjie together that day and did something.

She came here today, firstly to confirm her guess, and secondly to use rumors to clear the relationship between herself and Tian Shunsuke. Even if someone asked, no one would question her if she said Tu Sanmei was talking nonsense.

But unexpectedly, Tu Sanmei had changed.

If she really went crazy and handed herself over to the military, she wouldn't be able to withstand the investigation.

"Tu Sanmei, I'm the widow of a J-man, an ordinary citizen. Why do you treat me like this and accuse me of this? Do the general public and countless JS agree?"

"You're getting impatient," Tu Shan laughed. "You're right. We can't just accuse you of something. So, get lost."

Zhang Limei? ?

Auntie Wang and her group?

"No, Tu Sanmei, what's going on? After talking for so long, you just let the person go?" Aunt Wang was very dissatisfied with this incoherent drama and was very unhappy watching it.

Tu Shan bared her teeth and said sinisterly, "How about I kill her and bury her at the gate of the yard, so that everyone of us will step on her when we go in and out?

This is fine, I just can't get rid of the anger in my heart, killing her will relieve the hatred in my heart."

His aura suddenly changed. He took out a kitchen knife from somewhere and chopped it towards Zhang Limei fiercely.

"Zhang Limei, die."

"what……"

The screams scared the birds watching the fun on the wall away.

Zhang Limei crawled away, and the old ladies covered their chests and gasped for breath.

Tu Shan calmly retracted the knife: "It was just a joke."

Aunt Wang rushed over and said, "Tu Sanmei, are you sick? What good will it do you to scare me to death?"

What's going on between you and Zhang Limei? Why did you just let her go? So, all your talk was just bullshit, wasn't it?

I thought you were wronged, but in the end you deserved it."

Tu Shan wiped the saliva from her face and pushed the old lady away in disgust: "It's just a quarrel, just win it. Do you really want people to kowtow and admit their mistakes and apologize publicly? That's too petty.

I am a generous person and I won’t argue with her.”

Aunt Wang sneered at Tu Shan: "I don't believe you."

Tu Shan smiled and said, "It's right that you don't believe it. You're not that stupid."

Zhang Limei is a good bait. How can you catch fish if you don’t spread it out?

"Hey, Third Sister Tu, what happened to you with all these injuries? Did you get beaten up because you were too mean-spirited?" Aunt Wang came over and laughed like a goose.

Tu Shan said with a forced smile: "Auntie, I saw your son the day before yesterday. His face was bruised and his hand was broken. Was he beaten by the gambling den people? It's so pitiful, Auntie. You should find someone else to take care of you in your old age. Your son might die before you."

Aunt Wang... "Tu Sanmei!!!"

Tu Shan was triumphant. She looked at the time and saw it was past ten o'clock. She locked the door and strolled to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy things.

There are no seasonings at home, so the food doesn’t taste good. I need to buy some more.

When she reached the door of the supply and marketing cooperative, she changed her mind again.

He turned on his toes and headed towards the Mapo Brigade outside the South District.

Mapo Brigade, Tu Sanmei has lived here for fifteen years, and Tu Shan has lived here for ten years.

In the combined twenty-five years of their lives together, the two of them had no good memories.

Mapo Brigade was once remote, backward and poor.

The people here are closed, blind, xenophobic and ignorant.

Tu Sanmei was picked up by the Tu family. In the Mapo Brigade, where men are valued more than girls, she is even worse than an animal.

From childhood to adulthood, what she received the most was disgust and slavery.

The Tu family enslaved her, and the people in the village ostracized and hated her. She grew up in all the negative emotions, so it is not surprising that she developed a dark, dull, and twisted personality.

Tu Shan, like Tu Sanmei, is an outsider and is not treated kindly by the villagers.

It was she who improved the techniques and tools for weaving linen, and everyone in the village knew it. But after Tu Daya took over, no one raised any objections, and some even thought it was natural.

Normally, such things that bring honor to one's reputation should be painted brightly.

But Tu Liang felt that weaving was a woman's job, and it was embarrassing for people to know that a grown man like him could do this. So it was Tu Daya's turn. In the end, the money would end up in his pocket anyway.

The hemp textile factory in the village was built a year after Tu Shan got married. It started to make a profit in the second year after its completion, and every household received a share of the money.

The villagers enjoyed the benefits and glory she brought, but were wary of her because she was a person of a different surname. After Tu Daya replaced her, the villagers no longer allowed her to touch hemp weaving. Until now, her skills have remained at the primary stage she improved upon, with no further progress.

Others have already innovated based on their work.

But they are still staying where they are. The factory's performance is getting worse day by day, but they don't make any progress and are satisfied with the status quo. It is really hateful and sad.

Although the factory is not doing well now, its former glory can still be seen.

The older generation in the village had some vision at the time. As soon as they made money, they organized the villagers to build roads to connect with the outside world, and set up primary schools to teach the children in the village to read and write.

They also recruited children from surrounding villages to study there, thereby earning tuition fees, which was also a source of income. Gradually, the village became the richest in the surrounding area.

Gradually, the Mapo Brigade moved forward, became open, and was no longer xenophobic and closed.

Especially in recent years, he has married many wives from other places and accepted several groups of educated youth.

There is a gravel path from the city gate to the village entrance. There are two tractors. There are factories and schools in the village. The villagers work hard, the grain yield is high, the income is good, there is no dirty work, and they are rated as advanced every year.

Every household uses small green tiles, and they can eat meat and oil at every meal. The children grow up to be white and plump, and the elderly all live to be eighty-eight.

Even girls from the city are willing to marry into the Mapo Brigade, as the future is bright.

Little did they know that the quilt was rotten inside and only shiny on the surface.

Mapo Brigade used to be a small mountain village in a valley, not very big in area.

After getting rich, every household tried their best to have children, and the population increased rapidly, especially children.

There are forty or fifty families with more than a hundred children aged zero to eight, an average of two per family, and there are also half-grown children in their teens. It’s scary to think about it.

The small village is overcrowded with people.

There are many people and little territory, so there is bound to be fighting for every corner, and there is always filth.

At twelve o'clock noon, there was no smoke rising from the kitchen.

When Tu Shan walked into the village, she heard several groups of people cursing.

You pulled the grass in my house, and he stepped on your land.

Two grown men started fighting with hoes because water spilled beyond the boundary.

It was very lively.

Tu Shan didn't wash her face, comb her hair, or change her clothes. She raised her arms and shouted from behind the crowd: "I'm back."