After the roll call, Qian Minghua shouted again, "Hurry up and get on the bus. When you get to our production team, you must obey our arrangements. If you perform well, we will report to the higher-ups and maybe you can go back. If you perform poorly, I will transfer you all to dig canals."
After saying this, Qian Minghua and Wang Shouquan turned around and left, getting on the tractor.
The educated youths behind were furious. How could this person have such a bad attitude? How could he treat them like this? They responded to the country's call and came here to support their work.
A group of people were running towards this side. One of them couldn't help but get angry, "Why are you talking so harshly? We are the bodyguards of Chairman M. Why do you look down on us?"
Qian Shulan frowned slightly and looked at him sternly, "Since you are a guard, why don't you go to protect his safety, but come to our production team? Our production team is too small to accommodate you. Why don't you send a telegram to him and ask him to transfer you away?"
Everyone else was stunned. How could this person be so good at talking
"I..." The young man blushed. He wanted to say something to refute but he had no time.
Qian Shulan had already asked everyone to get on the bus. "I'll give you five minutes. If you don't get on, I'll leave."
When everyone heard this, they no longer cared about watching the fun. They had just asked others and they knew that the Wangjia Village Production Team was very far away.
Fifteen people, you pushed me and I pulled you and finally we got on the bus.
These people were muttering and reciting quotations along the way. Wang Shouquan and Qian Minghua were now completely convinced that these people were not here to work, but to hinder them.
"How often does our production team carry out ideological education activities?" A male educated youth, about eighteen or nineteen years old, with a shaggy head and wearing a blue work suit, suddenly asked Qian Minghua during a break.
Qian Minghua looked up at him. He had an impression of this man. His name was Wei Jianshe and he was from Shanghai.
When Qian Minghua heard the other party's question, he had a blank expression on his face and did not answer.
Wang Shouquan said for him, "This matter should be arranged by the commune leaders. We are all rough people, how can we understand this?"
Wei Jianshe immediately turned into the embodiment of justice and said loudly, "How can your attitude be acceptable? It's too perfunctory. Chairman M said that we must always remember class struggle and not take the capitalist road."
Wang Shouquan's mouth twitched. He closed his eyes, resisted the urge to beat the other person to death, turned his head to look at the back of Qian Shulan's head, and asked loudly, "Third Aunt, how long will it take us to get there?"
The rumbling sound of the tractor drowned out his words and Qian Shulan didn't hear them at all.
Fortunately, Wang Shouquan pretended not to hear what the man said and began to close his eyes and rest.
Wei Jianshe glared at Wang Shouquan and Qian Minghua angrily. The others were staring at both sides, and the more they looked, the more depressed they were. These places were so poor. How come there was not even a brick house, but only mud and thatched houses.
By the time the tractor arrived at the Wangjia Village Production Team, it was already past four in the afternoon. Wang Shouquan directly arranged for the people to stay in the house where Chen Xuanxuan and her family had lived before, but in order to welcome them, Wang Shouquan still built two more rooms.
This time, there were fifteen educated youth, eight men and seven women. Qian Shulan was very surprised by this number. According to her observation, the ratio of male to female students in junior high and high schools was close to five to one, but this time the number of people who came back was almost equal, which was too strange.
"We are allowed to live in such a rotten house?" The educated youth took a look inside the house and came out. They had never lived in such a place before. They all covered their noses, frowned and looked disgusted.
Qian Shulan raised her eyebrows, looked at Wang Shouquan and the other man, and mocked them, "See? They even despise your newly built mud and thatched house!"
Being laughed at by Qian Shulan, Wang Shouquan touched his nose and felt a little embarrassed. His own house hadn't been built yet, and he was helping them build it for free, but these people were still picky. It was really unreasonable.
Qian Minghua's face darkened as he said sternly, "If you don't want to live in this house, just stand here."
Others had just seen several brick houses at the entrance of the village, and asked, "Why don't you build brick houses for us?"
Qian Shulan stood in front of Qian Minghua, snorted coldly and said, "If you can get bricks and tiles, we can certainly help you build it. Do you have the ability? The higher-ups asked you to come and support our construction. If we can even build brick and tile houses for people like you who have no relatives or friends, do you think we still need you? Don't be picky! County Magistrate Jiang paid for his visit to our production team out of his own pocket. You are intellectuals from the city? You don't have the integrity of a cultured person at all! It's so shameful! You actually asked others for things."
These words were so embarrassing that everyone wanted to find a hole to crawl into.
Seeing that they were shocked, Qian Minghua turned around and was about to leave.
Wei Jianshe didn't care about being embarrassed and angry, and asked anxiously, "Where are our rations?"
Qian Shulan looked at them coldly, "You came to support the construction without bringing your own food? County Chief Guo brought his own when he came, you..."
"We'll find a way ourselves! You guys go!" Wei Jianshe, who had just spoken, waved his hand and urged them to leave quickly without waiting for her to finish.
The three of them looked at each other, exchanged glances, and then turned and left.
After leaving the cafeteria, Wang Shouquan was completely upset. He wanted to slap himself a few times. Why did he just build a house for them? They already had two houses, didn't they
No matter whether they have room to live or not, they will never be satisfied anyway.
Qian Minghua said to Qian Shulan, "Xiaoquan and I will go back and make arrangements first. We can't let these people mess around in our village!"
Qian Shulan nodded. Her idea was to starve them for a few meals first, so that they would know that even if they had money, they couldn't buy food, and the only fate for those who didn't obey was starvation!
Qian Shulan drove the tractor to the warehouse. After returning the tractor, she went to the old house. In the morning, she asked Sun Daqin to pick up Xiao Min, but she didn't know whether she went or not.
Sun Daqin looked at Qian Shulan with resentment, "Mom, Xiaomin is my biological daughter, would I really starve her to death?"
Qian Shulan breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I'm just worried that you'd forget! You're busier than I am every day!"
Sun Daqin was very embarrassed and laughed.
Qian Shulan knew these people would make trouble, but she didn't expect it to happen so soon. After dinner, Qian Shulan went straight to the chicken farm to work. Just after she sold a batch of eggs, she saw a group of people rushing in from outside.
Everyone held a flag in their hands, wore a red scarf on their shoulders, and shouted slogans, "Down with the bad feudal elements!"
The people in the chicken farm were all stunned. They stopped what they were doing, stood up and stared at them blankly. Then they realized something was wrong and all looked up at Qian Shulan.
At this moment, she had a gloomy face and frowned, and she strode forward and asked, "What are you doing?"
The male educated youth in the lead was Wei Jianshe. It could be said that these people were all instigated by him. He pointed at the chickens with his neck stiffened, and said righteously, "You raise so many chickens. Do you want to follow the capitalist road of hedonism? I tell you that you are wrong. You should all be dragged out for criticism and struggle."
Qian Shulan's forehead was throbbing with veins. She rolled her eyes, raised the corners of her lips strangely, pretended not to understand, and smiled slightly, "I heard that you guys are all intellectuals from big cities. I just want to ask you a question, right?"
Wei Jianshe straightened his chest unconsciously, "Go ahead!"
Qian Shulan asked curiously, looking like a country bumpkin who had never seen the world, "I heard that you can get a pound of eggs every month in the city. Is that true?"
The young man didn't understand why, but he nodded proudly, "That's right, people in the city have a much better life than you in the countryside, otherwise we wouldn't come to support you."
"Did you see that? We are responsible for raising chickens, and you city people are specialized in eating chickens. Who do you think is capitalist? Who is exploiting us poor and lower-middle peasants?" Qian Shulan's eyes were like poisoned ice knives, slashing straight at these people's faces. She pressed on, "I seriously suspect that you are spies sent by those enemy agents, who are specifically responsible for turning black into white and accusing us, the powerless members!"
The dozen people were all frightened by her words. Traitor? Enemy spy? They all turned pale and anxious, waving their hands and saying no.
Qian Shulan did not listen to their arguments at all. She raised her arms and shouted, "Comrades, as the saying goes, a hero's father makes his son a hero. Their parents are capitalists who exploit us. They are the sons of capitalists. We must defeat them and defend our own chicken farm."
After the shout, the chicken farmers started throwing things at these people. Many of them were feeding the chickens, and they grabbed earthworms and threw them at these people! They were so scared that they stepped back. Some even threw chicken shit at them. It was really infuriating. Their production team made money from these chickens! They actually wanted to cut off their source of income. It was so abominable. They all threw things at these people. Anyone who didn't throw things would be looked down upon by others and not worthy of being a member of their chicken farm.
These educated youth all came from the city and had never experienced such treatment. It was smelly and dirty. Some were so scared of the earthworms that they almost fainted. The screams and cries of the dozen or so people could be heard one after another.
All the members of Wangjia Village, big or small, old or young, came to watch, pointing at their noses and cursing.
Wang Shouquan waited until these people fled back to the cafeteria before coming out from the dark.
He looked worried, "Aunt San, will these people go to the commune to file a complaint?"
Qian Shulan looked at him with a half-smile, "You can think of this since you haven't done anything, right?"
Wang Shouquan sighed and didn't know what to say.
The educated youth returned to their dormitories, tidied themselves up, put on new clothes, and held another meeting. But before everyone could gather, they were all hungry.
Because there were no pots or stoves, and even no food, they could only eat what they brought back.
Deng Xingming originally lived here, but the team specially approved a piece of land for him. After the spring, he used the money he received at the end of the year to build a mud and thatched house. This house is right next to Qian Shulan, very close.
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