Obviously, the man on the fence saw Xue Xiang's figure and regarded him as an old man.

However, Xue Xiang was even more shocked when he heard this, and he felt that the old man in the room was a party member who should be listed as a role model.

After hearing the middle-aged man's words, Xue Laosan realized that he met an old man by the field that day. The old man said he was competing for his life with the heavens and replanting overnight. The replanting was not his own field at all, but helping the middle-aged man do his job.

What kind of sentiment should be like? I am afraid that only the leader’s sentence “It is not self-interested and specialized in benefiting others” can be explained by the leader’s article “Commemorating Comrade Bethune”.

But when the middle-aged man complained, Xue Xiang was moved and did not respond.

The middle-aged man over there thought that the old man had lost his temper and quickly said, "Uncle Ba, uncle, don't be angry, don't be angry, I'm just talking nonsense, and the dog's mouth can't spit out ivory."

As he said that, there was a sound of slap. Xue Laosan clearly saw that the middle-aged man was actually slapping himself.

Then, I saw the middle-aged man rushed here and said, "Uncle, don't sweep it, don't sweep it, it's cold, if you get frozen, I, Lange, tell my fellow villagers that my uncle must cut me alive. If I can't grab the fish this year, I will not let me go. This will make me, Lange, celebrate the New Year... Yes, who are you?"

The middle-aged man ran two meters away and then realized that the old man stood opposite him, and he was clearly a young man.

If the middle-aged man was surprised at this moment, then Xue Laosan was hit by lightning, his soul was broken, and he stood on the spot.

"Hi. Which one am I? Is it a chicken thief? In dog days, even Uncle Was Daddy dared to steal the chicken. You turtle son is impatient, no, no, you are not a chicken thief. Lange will sweep the snow. Tell me, who are you..."

The middle-aged man talked to himself for a long time, but Xue Laosan didn't respond.

The middle-aged man was anxious. He grabbed Xue Laosan's arm and shook it violently. The latter's soul that had already wandered around nine heavens jumped back into his body.

Xue Lao San shook his shoulders slightly, and the middle-aged man was running away as if he had been electricity. His hands were loosened.

The middle-aged man's eyes flashed before his eyes. When Xue Laosan rushed back to the house, the standing broom fell to the ground.

When Xue Laosan shook into the room, the old man had already cleaned up and was squatting at the narrow stove entrance, raising the stove fire.

Xue Laosan ran in. The old man grabbed a bunch of straw, touched the flint gently, quickly attracted the fire, stuffed the torch into the stove, and quickly broke two branches. He poked it into the chamber without looking back. He spoke, "Young man sleeps in a cold kang, relying on firepower. You must be strong in your body. In this cold weather, you can stay overnight. It's almost a comparison with the old man when he was young."

"In the winter of 41 years, Jin, Luyu and Yu counterattacked. My old man had just been assigned to the Taihang District of Northwest Shanxi. The first mission of the reconnaissance company was to find ways to destroy traffic and paralyze the Japanese armored vehicles. I led the troops to run 60 miles overnight and destroyed seven bridges. On the road that must be passed, more than 20 pits were dug, and the armored vehicles were dragged down. But my troops were also surrounded by the mountain. At a cold weather of more than ten degrees below zero, I led my comrades in single clothes and relied on filling pepper water. They fought with the Japanese all night. Many comrades were not killed in battle, but they were frozen to death..."

Without any warning, the old man began to talk about the war history. At this point, he saw the middle-aged man who had been standing by the door for a while and scolded: "What time is it, it's time to do it here? I haven't gone to work yet. Your mother, don't eat or drink? Get out of here quickly, get out!"

The middle-aged man was scolded and was not angry but happy. He said with a saliva: "I'll listen to Ha-ji, listen to Ha-ji, you don't usually tell us about these things. It's so exciting. By the way, uncle, this young man is..."

"Hey, I said you are not finished yet. Get out of here, get out of here. I won't give the ditch in the fields to the farmers today. Let's see if your child dares to come back!"

The old man scolded and threw a wooden stick over. The middle-aged man begged for mercy, but before he finished speaking, he disappeared.

The old man didn't look back and continued the story above, "After a battle, there were less than one squad left in a company. In fact, that battle was a battle that would be mortal. It was God's help to survive in our squad. It was too cold. After working for the middle of the night, I froze many brothers in single clothes to death. The Japanese in military coats were also raised by their parents, and they couldn't bear it anymore, so they had to retreat. The Japanese were gone, but I couldn't do it anymore. Everyone was frost-faced and their eyes were so cold that they didn't know it was cold, but they were all over. My old man had been frozen and knew that this was a sign of finishing the game."

"I thought this life was about to be explained here, but I didn't want to save my life. A few fellow villagers who went into the mountains to chop firewood early in the morning discovered us, stripped our clothes, rubbed them in the snow for a while, rubbed their skin red, and burned their knives again. This life was saved. Later, they were taken to their homes by fellow villagers. But before they could survive a day, something big happened, the traitor told the traitors to investigate. The puppet army, led by the maintenance president, searched for the door. At that time, I was hidden in a cellar under the cesspool. The villagers could survive as long as they opened their mouths. But the villagers gritted their teeth and did not let go. They were all stabbed to death on wooden stakes, and their stomachs were broken, and their intestines were all flowing all over the floor. Oh, what a good fellow villagers, I, Wang Erwa, I will never pay back what I owe them in this life. It seems that I have to be a cow and a horse in the next life..."

In the history of war, as a descendant of soldiers, Xue Laosan naturally heard a lot, but most of them heard about how to fight and the classic battles in which our army swept across thousands of troops from all directions. However, such a battle like this, no, battle, no, was heard. But even such a plain and simple story, he shivered all over.

Suddenly, Xue Laosan understood everything and suddenly said, "You don't want to come out to help me, I'm afraid it's related to this story."

The old man was stunned, reached out and put half of the firewood into the chamber, put it in half, and his rough big hand grabbed the other half tightly, and froze on the spot.

I didn't know how long it was, until the old man woke up suddenly, and the firewood held in his hand was burned out of the stove.

The old man's reaction naturally fell into Xue Laosan's eyes. Obviously, he guessed it right.

It is said that Xue Laosan can see through the hidden truth in this, but he is thanks to the middle-aged man just now saying, "If you can't catch fish this year, my uncle won't let me go."

The key is that the word "grabbing fish" inspired Xue Laosan!

Just imagine how many troubles have been made between Yunjin's villagers and the government over the years for the sake of Yunjin's water conservancy and fishery products.

What role does the old man play in these messes? Or, what attitude does the old man have towards snatching fish?

At first, Xue Laosan believed that with the old man's party spirit principle, he naturally stood on the side of the government and was bound to be very dissatisfied with such illegal and criminal behavior.

It is precisely because of this inference, no, almost the principle of consensual consent that Xue Laosan fell into confusion.

He has never been able to understand it. Why doesn’t an old party member who is capable and willing to help others and be kind to help others, a cadre who is dedicated to serving the people?

Now that I think about it, this is not confusion, it is clearly the thinking trend that has caused cognitive deviations.

At this moment, Xue Laosan had already realized something: what he had thought before was too wishful thinking. Let’s take the core issue. The old man may have the same understanding of seeking welfare for the people as Xue, but his opinion is a thousand miles apart. In his opinion, the condition for causing trouble with the government is to cause chaos and illegality, but in the eyes of the old man, is it really the case? I am afraid it is not the case.

The middle-aged man had a nervous and pleasant tone when he talked about "fishing" and did he use "fishing" as an illegal and criminal activity, which was clearly regarded as the New Year's Eve.

In Xue Laosan's opinion, a middle-aged man was a crime, but in the old man's opinion, it was probably the common people who wanted to seek benefits.

With such a big deviation in cognition, how could the old man and Mr. Xue reach a consensus?

The fixed mindset of partiality is the most difficult to break, so it is no wonder that Xue Laosan cannot reason with the left and right reasoning.

After hearing the unintentional words of the middle-aged man, Xue Laosan just got inspiration and guessed that he might have made another mistake of thinking.

When the old man finished telling this story, he was full of repaying his debts and guilt. Xue Laosan had already found out why the old man was inclined to the people in the troubles of the villagers in Yunjin.

At this moment, when he said to Xue Laosan, "You don't want to come out to help me, I'm afraid it's related to this story." The old man was so shocked that he almost burned his hands by the burning firewood. At this point, he had completely confirmed what he was thinking.

"Old man, you are really good at it, but have you ever thought about it? Just relying on their riots like this, when will it be the first? Oh, every time the riot is over, you either divide two fish or three dollars, but these three dollars will help you with two fish?"

Speaking, Xue Laosan stood up, uncovered the lid of the pot steamed with smoke, took a shovel with only half of the wooden handle, and flipped through the pot. A pot of sweet potato porridge was cooked to a depth of 70% or 80% cooked, dry, yellow and sweet.

Ding, ding...

The old man pulled out the tobacco pipe from his waist and knocked hard on the edge of the stove. Hey, "You Secretary Xue must be from an official family. It costs three yuan. You can't help you. But for ordinary people, it's a big deal. Two fish can have two fish for half a month. Three yuan is enough for a child's annual registration fee. Is this a trivial matter?"

The old man didn't take the blame, and Xue Lao San couldn't do anything about it, but after this incident, he was alive. He reached out to cover the pot cover, sat on the small stool on the side, and said with a smile: "Don't make a fuss about it, generalize it with a single point, and attack it, not the rest. I didn't say two fish, three dollars are not important."
Chapter completed!