Rebirth Space Farming

Chapter 86 The Night of the Movie
Thank you Ah Jun for the pink ~ we will continue to work hard

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A few days after the broadcast was broadcast, Qian Yongcai made a big noise.

First, the young woman he brought back sat at the head of the village every day, teasing and laughing with the men, and asked the villagers' opinions on the election of the village party secretary.Those who have husbands and sons at home secretly call her a little goblin.The little goblin turned around and reacted to Qian Yongcai, saying that Sangouzi had a good reputation in the village.

One evening, a group of people came from the village and brought a bunch of strange things, and put them on the largest open space where the millet was dried earlier in the village. After inquiring, they said that it was Qian Yongcai who spent money on it. Please come zoom in on the movie.A few black wire shelves like clothes poles, a large opaque white screen, two square speakers and a projection lamp, the power is still connected from Zhu's house.

The village has never shown a big movie.As soon as I heard that the film would be played for three days in a row, the news spread throughout the village all afternoon, as if it had grown wings.

It was still dark, the old ones were supported by others, and the young ones dragged a bench, all gathered in the open space where the movie was shown.Even Yezi and his uncle Yibaer from the opposite Miao Village got the news and rushed over to watch the fun.Qian Yongcai sat under the projection screen with his legs crossed.

The movie was shown in the popular Shaolin Temple in the 90s, and Xiaoxian just dozed off watching it, so she didn't understand, isn't it just a monk with a few sticks and fists, what's the difference from Master Shanyin in the temple.On the contrary, Yezi and the gang of male dolls applauded.

The film was played for two full hours, and at the end, Qian Yongcai still stood up and waved to everyone, saying, "Folks, as long as everyone votes for me, there will be a movie every day."

Xiaoxian secretly spurned it, because he had two moneys and was canvassing votes in disguise.Yezi pulled Xiaoxian aside: "I won't go to the temple anymore, if Master Shanyin asks, you can tell him."

"Are you going to the town to study in junior high school?" Xiaoxian thought for a while, ran into the house, and gave Yezi her little yellow schoolbag, "Nuo, for you, it is said that people in the town study They all use this." There is a Mickey Mouse on the schoolbag, which is not too feminine.

"What do I want to do here? I'm not going to study. I'll wait for you to go to junior high school together. My dad said he would show me around and learn how to make silver." Understood.Miao Yin was passed down to Yezi's generation, and the ancient customs and rules were still preserved.A qualified silversmith has traveled thousands of miles and made hundreds of kinds of silverware.Yezi's father decided to take Yezi to carry the silver-making burden (small stove, melting pot and mold) and go to the surrounding areas of Yunnan and Guizhou.

Xiaoxian listened, thinking about it, big movies and Yezi's trips were new to her, what was life like outside Gecun?

"Yezi, if you learn how to make silver, will you go to BJ just like your father?" Xiaoxian knew that Zhu Shijun was sent to Gecun from BJ, and occasionally grandpa would dig out an atlas , pointing to the red star mark in the middle of the big rooster map above, "BJ is the capital of China, it is the same location as the heart."

"Maybe. But Muma doesn't like Abba walking around, and I don't see him a few times a year." Yezi also doesn't want to go around. If he goes far, he will think of Miao Village, Muma, and the Great Wizard. And Xiao Xian, he said silently in his heart.Hehe smiled.

The movie-watching crowd dispersed, and Yezi helped Xiaoxian hold the stool. This time, we parted, and we would not be able to see each other for several months. Yezi watched Xiaoxian enter the house, and only when the lights were turned off did he reluctantly leave. He left Gecun.

Even after three days of filming, the village was lively for three days from "Shaolin Temple", "Tunnel Warfare" and "Little Soldier Zhang Ga". , more and more people in the village say that Qian Yongcai is good, especially those idlers who have nothing to do. You can watch movies and live in a small western-style building."

After Sangouzi heard about it, he was a little frustrated, and he stuttered even more when he memorized the speech. He dragged the village chief to sit at Zhushijun's house in anguish, "Uncle, let's forget about the selection of party secretary, you There is no need for people to canvass tickets for me.”

"Nonsense, Qian Yongcai was tricked, and only those bastards would be fooled. Don't worry, there are many people with discerning eyes in the village." , are old and weak.

"Uncle, there are only so many people in the village, most of them have said that Qian Yongcai is good, forget it." San Gouzi squatted by the threshold, smoking a cigarette. "Uncle Sangouzi, my grandfather said that smoking is harmful to your health. You are about to become a big chimney. It stinks to death. Everyone in the village is blind. All the people with real knowledge have gone out of the village." Xiao Xian Pinch San Gouzi's cigarette.

"Xiao Xian is right. There are only so many people in the village. According to the provisions of the Election Law, those who have reached the age of [-] have the right to vote. For those in the village who go to work outside the village, you can also think of how many people you can get by word of mouth or letter. Tickets?" After all, Zhu Shijun has senior qualifications, and since Qian Yongcai used tricks in the election, it is allowed for Sangouzi to go a little sideways.

After San Gouzi heard this, he thought it was right. Those young people who went out to work were far away from the emperor, and they couldn't see the benefits of Qian Yongcai. He would go down the mountain to the post office tomorrow to canvass votes.

After Yezi left, the classroom in the temple became much quieter. Xiaoxian led the class all the way by relying on Zhu Shijun's "Xiaozao". The "sugar cane seedlings" and Bai Jiaoshang.

Bai Jiao was still reluctant when he first entered the space, but after staying in the space for a while, he found that Xiao Xian's space was even more powerful than "Zhenlong Zhong", and the spiritual power he condensed every night was abundant. As a human being, after thinking about it for a while, I can understand that over the past year, the spiritual energy in Bailongtan has become more and more abundant because of Xiao Xian.As long as it stays in Xiaoxian's "iron product space", its cultivation will be faster, and within five years, it will definitely be reborn and become a real dragon.So it put its mind to rest, absorbing spiritual energy with the sugarcane seedlings at night, and sneaked into the White Dragon Pond during the day to find some food.After gathering the two kinds of spiritual creatures in the iron product space, which are moving and still, they can absorb more spiritual energy, and even Xiaoxian feels that there is endless energy in his little arms and legs every day.

On National Day, the election of Sangouzi and Qian Yongcai's party secretary became the biggest event in the village.Qian Yongcai combed his shiny back hair and wore a well-tailored suit. He hummed "Sister, go forward!" and stood under the big locust tree at the head of the village with great strides.Qian Duoduo and Wang Chunhua also showed up, and the whole family thought that Qian Yongcai's election was a matter of easy hands, didn't they?These days, whoever has money is Lao Tzu.

San Gouzi held more than [-] letters from the post office in his hand. Mr. Zhu was right. Those young people working outside all remembered that San Gouzi helped transport them during the holidays, and they were thinking about it. He is good, and when they heard that he wanted to be a branch secretary, they all agreed with both hands and feet.It was just that the postal communication system at that time was too poor, and there was no telephone in the village. It took a long time to send back by ordinary mail, and some letters were not returned.

When the village head opened up the ballot papers sent back with the letter and announced them, Qian Yongcai and his gang started cursing, saying that the three dogs were sneaking around and using shady means.Before the election started, there was a lot of noise.Zhu Shijun guarded Xiao Xian: "This is stipulated by the law, San Gouzi did nothing wrong. If anyone has any questions, just go to the town or ask in the city. The dog cares."

The old man's words can be regarded as a final word, Qian Yongcai was slammed by the old man, and cursed in a low voice: "What kind of airs are you putting on, I really thought it was at BJ's time." The old man brought people from the winery to harvest the rice in the whole village. He was not sure how many ways this "clay Bodhisattva" still had.

"Before the official election started, we asked the two candidates, Qian Yongcai and San Gouzi, to come up to speak, and everyone applauded," the village chief took the lead in applauding.

Seeing that Qian Yongcai was older, San Gouzi let him go up first.

"Folks, I left the village when I was 16 years old, but no matter where I am, I always miss you. I think that the old folks in my hometown are still living in leaking tile-roofed houses, and there are no meat a few times a year. Eat, my heart feels like a knife has been gouged out. It hurts my heart. I promise that as long as I become a branch secretary, I will build a road for the village so that all the old and young in the village can live in small bungalows. Those who have no wives will find beautiful wives, women will wear colorful clothes, and children will watch movies. Let Gecun become a wealthy village in the southwest, and no one will look down on them anymore." He spent enough time bragging as a contractor and leader eating outside, which made the villagers stretch their necks, as if they saw all the buildings in Gecun rising from the ground, and everyone became ten thousand households.

The few idlers among the villagers who had benefited from Qian Yongcai applauded, cheering and complimenting.

San Gouzi listened, and then looked at the "speech draft" in his hand, feeling at a loss.

"Uncle, it's your turn," Xiao Xian pulled San Gouzi's clothes by the side, pouted.

"Xiaoxian, uncle has no skills. He can't take the villagers to eat and live well like Qian Yongcai. I..." San Gouzi is a straightforward and bloody man, he can't say such high-sounding words.

"Uncle, not everyone has to live in a high-rise, and every family has to eat meat, so you just do what you have to do, one carrot and one hole, everyone has their own responsibilities." This is what Xiaoxian said in Yunteng I figured it out when I was in the door, even if it is a garbage space, even if it is a scavenger, it still has its own responsibilities.

After hearing this, San Gouzi was stunned for a moment, then squeezed the piece of paper into a ball and threw it aside, "Yes, as big ass as big as stool, uncle will do what he should do."

(For those who read in the middle of the night, let’s have a sad joke.

Saturday afternoon,

My sister saw me writing.

She started her freshman year this year, she is an unscrupulous corrupt girl,

Occasionally, she crawled over to read some articles, and she watched me writing, and said excitedly, "This topic is so familiar, it seems that I am talking to the article,"

I silently turned around and asked, it was a pirated version.

She replied: Of course.

Then I decided to poison the honey she had commissioned me to buy.

I actually wrote this passage to say: Sister, if you see it, remember to buy the genuine one, or your honey will be ruined.sinister smile.

Everyone remember, Fuzi is an author who can poison you~)

(End of this chapter)