Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 146

Early in the morning on the second day after the dividends were distributed, white smoke rose from the chimneys of each house in Hantun before dawn. The sounds of chickens and dogs were heard, and occasionally a few women yelled and cursed. Lai Kang's bear boy got up.

How many people stayed up all night last night, tossing and turning, with a thick solidarity in their arms, for fear of being crushed, lost, or stolen.

After finally staying up early in the morning, I quickly called the family up to cook. After the meal, I went to the commune with everyone to save the money, and saved some money to go to Dajishang and the city to buy some New Year’s goods.

He Ping slept soundly, and was woken up by Han Zhaojun, saying that the old captain and the others had assembled at the entrance of the village.

"What time is it so early in the morning?" He Ping muttered and sat up.

Last night, the kid Han Zhaoshe talked to himself until ten o'clock. He Ping fell asleep later and didn't know anything. After all, young people.My body is obviously very young, so is it really a matter of mentality?Puzzled.

The old captain kept yelling at the entrance of the village to get everyone to gather quickly. He Ping and the others got up late and didn't bother to eat. After brushing their teeth and washing their faces, they gathered at the old captain.

"Father, please hurry up."

"You prodigal old woman, you didn't know to wait for me, and ran out without cleaning the bowl."

"It's different when you come back to brush."

The entrance of the village was extremely lively on this day, and the members of the commune were busy chasing dogs and chasing chickens, helping the old and the young, and dragging their families.

"Old captain, you are going to evacuate our castle today!" He Ping sighed looking at the noisy scene in front of him.

"If you know a hammer, it will be empty if it's empty. If there's anything, there's nothing valuable, so there's nothing to be afraid of."

The old captain had someone count the number of people, and when all the families were present, he raised his whip and urged the donkey cart to set off slowly.

A dozen or so donkey carts, mule carts, and even bullock carts were put on, and the carts were full of commune members from Hantun. In this formation, each family sent at least two or three people. After all, with so much money, there are many people. take care of.

As soon as the convoy left the village, it was stopped by someone.

I saw Song Laoliu of Kezhai squatting not far from the entrance of the village with the two young men who were in Hantun that day, and hurried forward to stop the car when they saw the Hantun people leaving the village.

"Captain Han, Captain Han, it's me." Song Laoliu scurried to the front of the donkey cart and said to the old captain.

"So it's you boy, why didn't the dividends go to the bunker yesterday?"

The commune members sitting in the car all poked their heads to watch the excitement. When Song Lao Liu went to Han Zhaogui's house to ask for the bill, many people in the team saw it with their own eyes. popularized.

"Isn't it because it was too late yesterday, so I don't have the nerve to go over and disturb you." Song Laoliu smiled apologetically.

The old captain had a much worse temper towards Song Laoliu than he did towards He Ping. He sarcastically said, "You still know how to be embarrassed? It's strange."

Song Laoliu ignored the old captain's sarcasm, with the same smile on his face, "Captain Han, my money..."

The old captain didn't bother to talk nonsense with Song Laoliu, so he turned around and greeted the accountant, and the accountant uncle understood the amount of money he owed from Han Yuliang's family's dividend and handed it over.

"IOU." The old captain stopped Song Laoliu's hand who wanted to take the money.

"Come on, here you are." Song Lao Liu took out the IOU from his pocket and handed it to the old captain. The old captain didn't even look at it, and tore it up with his hands.

Song Laoliu licked his fingers and happily counted the money, "You don't want to look at it, right, what if it's fake?"

The old captain sneered, and said meaningfully: "You try!"

Song Laoliu gave a guilty smile and continued to count the money.

The old captain raised his whip and said, "Let's go."

"Look how arrogant he is." Han Tun's convoy left, and spat at the two young men behind Song Laoliu.

Song Laoliu said in a strange way: "If you have a son who is a high-ranking officer in the army, you can be so arrogant."

The two young men looked at the shadows of Han Tun's people going away and said, "Uncle, I heard that this year Han Tun gave out old nose money."

Song Laoliu chuckled lightly and said, "Yes, you have to keep an eye on it. From now on, this will be our small treasury. Walk around more with the brothers in Hantun, do you hear me?"

The two young men's hearts were transparent, and they said loudly: "Understood."

The old team leader was driving the car, muttering: "I ran into bedbugs when I went out early in the morning, what a fucking bad luck."

He Ping thought to himself that this old man really held a grudge, so he turned his attention to Han Yuliang and his wife in the car behind. They were crying together, and the people around them were comforting them all the time.

The couple are fortunate that this year the chicken farm has distributed a huge amount of dividends, which not only filled the famine owed by their son, but also had a surplus of several hundred dollars. The negative emotions accumulated in their hearts these days are in debt The moment it is paid off is regarded as release.

It's just that compared to Han Yuliang and his wife, their son Han Zhaogui's mood is different. The kid keeps looking into the accountant's arms, and he must not be holding back a good fart in his heart.

It's really a puddle of mud that can't support the wall.

He Ping turned his eyes away, seeing that the grandson was in a bad mood.

The convoy arrived at the commune slowly. It was the same Xiao Zhang from yesterday. When he saw the mighty army of Hantun people, he turned around and went to the director without saying a word.

The chubby Director Ling came out with a smile on his face, "Oh, Captain Han, Writer He, welcome!"

He Ping did his part to welcome and send this kind of thing, and grasped Director Ling's chubby hand, like a good brother who hadn't seen him for many years reunited after a long absence, "I don't see my brother for a day, I miss him so much."

An old fritter like Director Ling couldn't resist a greasy master like He Ping for a while.

Careless.

"Today, I took the members to deposit. Please, Director Ling, ask someone to save it for you." The old captain said.

When Director Ling heard this, he patted his chest and said, "It's on my brother, Xiao Zhang, call everyone over, and hold on tight to the comrades in Han Tun first."

After arranging the deposit, He Ping pulled Director Ling aside.

"What's the matter, brother?"

"Let me tell you something, how about you send someone to our place to handle the dividends at the end of the year when our Hantun pays dividends at the end of the year?"

Director Ling didn't understand what He Ping meant, "What do you mean on-site handling?"

"You see, it's troublesome for us to deposit and withdraw and deposit again and again in your credit union. I just thought that when our chicken farm needs to save money in the future, someone from your credit union will do it for us on the spot, and then We will send someone back with you again, what do you think?"

Director Ling understood it this time, and wanted to spit at He Ping on the spot. He has seen shameless people but never seen such shameless people. What do you think of our credit union?Scrubbing in the bathroom?Anytime you want.

(End of this chapter)