dream village

Grief and anger suddenly surged in Zhang Tao's heart. If he didn't open his mouth and decide to do something, he felt that he would go crazy and his chest would explode.

He wiped away the unknowingly welling up tears in his eyes, then jumped onto the podium on the playground and shouted recklessly. "Folks, everyone has seen Uncle Shufu's tragic situation. I believe that the tears in everyone's eyes, blood, pain, and even anger in everyone's hearts! Uncle Shufu is not the only one who has been bullied by Shuangfeng's inhumane actions. One family, even the entire Xiachong Village."

Zhang Tao glanced sharply at the folks in the audience, then waved his fists, gritted his teeth and let out a voice from his lungs, "Do we people agree?"

All the people on the playground, especially those young people who have always worshiped Brother Tao, roared with red eyes and open throat, "I disagree! I disagree!" This roar made the ground seem to tremble, and the dark elves seemed to tremble. They were all drilling in panic, and the valley reverberated like cheers.

When the angry shouts of the villagers stopped, Zhang Tao continued to shout passionately, "This time we must not let Shuangfeng go, we must seek justice for the deceased Shufu Shufu, and seek a way of life for the orphans and widows left behind by him. All the men and women in the village will go to Shuangfeng tonight, carry the book to Uncle Fu, and let him have a look. We are complaining for him, and let him close his hateful eyes; let Shuangfeng have a look too. , the lower rushers are not cowards!"

At this time, several old people in the audience whispered, "Tugu, the dead are the most important, so it's not appropriate to carry the corpse over like this!"

Zhang Tao said without shame: "Cut, why is the dead the most important? The dead are dead, the living are the most important, and the orphans and widows are the most important if they survive. If Shuangfeng can't pay reasonable compensation, we will pay the book to the uncle." Put it in the mine manager's office and let him be the mine manager."

After finishing speaking, he jumped off the ceremony stage, ignored those chattering old people, and yelled at Huzi: "Huzi, take the brothers to each group to ring the gong, and they will all arrive in half an hour." Concentrate on the school playground."

Then he said to another young man standing in front of him: "Long Gu, tear down a door from your Aunt Lanhua's house and bring a bed sheet."

"Mom, you're here too." After arranging things, Zhang Tao walked up to a middle-aged woman and called out in a low voice, far from the passion just now, but full of melancholy, shame and timidity.

He didn't dare to raise his eyes to meet his mother's caring and loving eyes, and buried his head low, like a child who knew he had made a mistake and was waiting for his parents to scold him.

Zhang Tao's mother, Chunhua, is about 40 years old. She is of medium build and thin. She has short hair that reaches the ears, and her skin is tanned and rosy. Her temples are gray and her forehead is finely wrinkled.Years and high-intensity labor have left a deep imprint on her body, and it is difficult to find the beauty commensurate with her age.

Every time he came back from school, when he saw his mother's haggard face full of fatigue, sorrow, resentment, and anger all day long, he felt something crawling in his heart like knocking over a five-flavored bottle. , slow and laborious, solemn and heavy, and people dare not touch it, as soon as it is touched, something will fall, as if porcelain falls to the ground, and it will make a shattering sound.

From the moment Zhang Tao stepped into the school playground, Chunhua, who was comforting Lanhua, had been looking softly at her son.The fact that his son has such a high prestige in the hearts of the villagers is really a matter of honor for himself.Although she also knew that there would be certain risks for her son to do this, but she believed in her son's ability, and besides, with the participation of the whole village, how could the risk be so great?

"Tugu, are you back?" Chunhua glanced at Zhang Tao carefully, and asked kindly, "Is there nothing wrong?" She obviously knew about Zhang Tao's affairs during the day.

"It's okay! What kind of injury is this?" Zhang Tao replied calmly.Then he changed the subject and asked, "Where's Dad? Why didn't he come?"

"He!" Chunhua said with some resentment: "He is drinking happily with you and uncle at home. You treat him, once he drinks, he won't care if the sky falls. You can help Lanhua's family with peace of mind first. Let's talk about it after we've done it."

After a pause, she reminded again, "Tu Gu, if you are good at going to Shuangfeng, you must be able to protect yourself. Don't be impulsive. Be calm, use your head, and listen to the opinions of the elders in the village. Your little uncle is in this mine. Guard the gate, and you can discuss with him if you have anything to do." After speaking, Chunhua gave her son an affectionate look, and then joined the comforting army beside Lanhua.

Looking at Lan Hua who was crying bitterly on his man's body, Zhang Tao really wanted to go over to give some comfort, but he didn't know what to say.There are many eloquent aunts and aunts around Lanhua, and it seems that it is not his turn to speak.

Zhang Tao's heart became a little bit depressed and uncomfortable amidst the wailing of Lanhua.He looked up at the dark night sky, and couldn't help thinking painfully, his roar of grief and anger could ignite the sympathy and anger of the whole village, but could this change the current situation that the village did not rely on going down the well to make a living?Can tragedies like coal mine accidents continue to be prevented?

He couldn't bear the sad and desperate eyes of the villagers and the extremely depressing and sad atmosphere on the playground, so he walked to a stream in front of the school.

He bent down and took a few handfuls of clear and somewhat cool stream water and splashed it on his face, hoping to quench the heat and depression in his heart.

He watched the stream gurgling forward without stopping, and thought in confusion, "Where is the way out for my village? What can I do for the villagers? Is this the destiny of my village? Is there no way out?" Is there a way to change the tragic fate of the villagers?"

Then another thought welled up in his mind, it was that he broke his hamstring and was still connected to the root of the flesh. He and the more than 1000 villagers in the village should be closely linked by lips and teeth, and bring them a happy road. The road to wealth should also be one's unshirkable responsibility and obligation.

Besides, what purpose in life is more specific and glorious than this?Zhang Tao suddenly felt that he had a direction to fight for, and his face showed a look of determination and confidence.