Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 396: Got Thief

After the dividends, the members of the Hantun community couldn't hold back the smiles on their faces every day, and they worked harder in the chicken farm and pig farm.

Not only the members, but also the members of other brigades who work in the field also get year-end dividends. One year-end dividend is worth half a year's salary, which makes everyone want to sell their lives to Han Tun.

Where can I find such a good job? Even the state-run units in the city have never heard of such treatment.

Some Hantun members complained about this, and if they didn't distribute it to these outsiders, they could get more dividends. It's a pity that such remarks have no market in Hantun.

He Ping's prestige in Hantun can be said to be at the height of the sky, and even the old captain is inferior to him by three points.You can't blame the members for being realistic. They can lead everyone to live a good life that people in the city can't even imagine in just a few years. If anyone in Hantun speaks rudely to He Ping, I'm afraid He Ping doesn't need to do it. It's the other members of Hantun. We will not let that person go.

As the New Year approaches, the small market next to Hantun has expanded again, comparable to the large market in the south of the county.

Now everyone in Ping County knows that the people of Hantun are rich, and even the surrounding Dingtun and Kezhai are also rich.

This has caused the consumption power of Hantun to become the only one in Ping County these days, which is not inferior to that of the county.

"Third, what are you buying?"

"Buy a big mackerel. Fourth brother, your pheasant is not small, do you still have it for sale?"

"Yes, that kid over there sells it, and there is only one left. Hurry up, if you don't go, you will definitely die."

It gets dark early in winter in the Northeast, but the members of the Hantun community are generally working or helping in the two venues, and it is dark after work.

In order to do business, these small vendors will wait until the members of the Hantun community get off work, and this time is often the peak of their business day.

As the new year approaches, the spending power and willingness of Hantun members are stronger than usual.

This situation lasted for more than half an hour, and the customers in the market gradually thinned out, and the vendors had almost sold out their goods, and began to pack up their stalls and prepare to go home.

After setting up a stall for a day in the twelfth lunar month of winter, all the vendors were shivering from the cold, but the cold body did not affect their spiritual joy.

"Now this Hantun is really rich, and it is a great unity to come to buy things and reach out."

"It's not so bad. Setting up a stall here can compare to the price at Qiaonan's, and you're not afraid of people checking."

"This Hantun man is really smoking from his ancestral grave. He will not worry about food and clothing in the future, and someone will take care of him when he dies."

"People are more deadly than others. Don't think about being so useless. Selling more goods and earning some money is not better than anything else."

"Yes!"

The vendors left Hantun in the dark.

In the gradually sinking night, more and more smoke rose.

According to the winter habit in Northeast China, people have two meals a day, because there is no farm work in winter.

But now every household in Hantun has commune members who work in the farm. After a day's labor, it is not enough to eat only two meals. Therefore, many families maintain the habit of three meals a day just like when the farming is busy.

This meal in the evening has to be eaten when the commune members come back from work. Usually, the meal is after six o'clock in the evening, and the sky is already dark.

If it was more than six o'clock in the evening in the winter a few years ago, more than half of the people in Hantun had turned off the lights and got under the covers.

But in Hantun today, this is a good time for the family to watch TV together after dinner.

The penetration rate of televisions in Hantun has almost reached one-third of households, and the surrounding brigades have given Hantun a lot of nicknames, such as "TV Brigade" and "Ten Thousand Household Brigade". I am afraid that by next year, TV will become the standard equipment of every household in Hantun.

And when the members of the Hantun community were immersed in the wonderful programs on the TV, there were rustling sounds in the darkness outside.

A few dark shadows sneaked into the team, and a depressed voice reminded: "Be careful, people come out to watch TV at night, don't let people watch."

Several people moved forward cautiously, groping in the dark.At this time, the dogs in the team barked a few times, and they were immediately too frightened to move.

After a few seconds, the dog's barking disappeared, probably because the owner thought it was annoying and kicked it twice.

The few people were more careful, and aimed at a family in the darkness of the courtyard, "I've been watching their house for several days. I went out to watch TV at night, and I won't be back until almost nine o'clock."

A few people saw that they were experts in pressing the door and picking the lock, and broke open the locks of the courtyard door and the house door with a few strokes.

After rummaging through the house, a voice woke up a few minutes later: "I found the money."

In the dark, no one dared to turn on the flashlight. Feeling it, there should be more than a dozen Datongan and ten-cent bills. As expected of Han Tun, who would keep so much cash at home these days.

"Hurry up and find a passbook, that's the boss."

Several people continued to rummage in the dark, and finally found it when everyone's patience was almost exhausted.

"Get out now!"

Taking advantage of the darkness, several people left Hantun quickly.

After more than an hour, the lights of every house in Hantun gradually went out, and many people fell asleep.

Han Zhaogui returned home with his wife and children, and as soon as he turned on the light, he saw the mess at home.

Frightened, he rummaged through the places where the money and passbooks were hidden, and wailed: "Which one who suffered a thousand dollars stole from Lao Tzu's house?"

When Han Zhaogui heard that all the money and passbooks had been stolen, Han Zhaogui's wife immediately burst into tears, "Things with no conscience will die!"

The howling of the couple alarmed the neighbors, and the dogs in the team were also alarmed.

"What's the matter?"

"It sounds like Zhaogui's house, right? These two are fighting again?"

"Why isn't it over yet? Old man, go over and have a look, don't make a fool of yourself."

The continuous wailing of Han Zhaogui and his wife made the neighbors get up and come over to have a look.

"Zhaogui, what's the matter?" The neighbors saw that the house was in such a mess that it didn't look like a couple fighting.

"I got a thief, I got a thief. This unscrupulous thief stole all the family's money and passbook." Han Zhaogui's wife said weeping.

Upon hearing this, the neighbor said, "Hurry up and find the old captain, report to the police, what are you thinking about?"

Only then did Han Zhaogui and his wife wake up like a dream, "That's right, report to the police immediately, and they will definitely be found."

The old captain was dragged out of the bed by Han Zhaogui and his wife, and when he heard the situation, he scolded: "Let you bastards stop bragging, just don't listen. This time it's okay, you've been robbed!"

The old captain spoke hard, but his movements were not slow, and he was about to go out after getting dressed.

"It's almost midnight, let's go tomorrow." My wife advised.

"I lost all my passbooks. That's more than 1 yuan. Why sleep?" The old captain said angrily.

After speaking, he put on a donkey cart and took Han Zhaogui to the commune police station to call the police.

(End of this chapter)