It turned out that after Xue Xiang finished speaking, everyone did not react at all. Should they smoke or smoke; should they still drink with water; even Xiao Sun was knocking on a yellow notebook with the bald broken pen as if nothing had happened, without raising his head. It was as if Xue Xianglong had thrown a bomb in the crowd, but the crowd did not respond, so why didn't he be surprised?

Why do you think everyone reacted like this? It turned out that they thought Xue Xiang was joking, and they made a joke that was not funny at all. Someone who was willing to give the captain face, cooperated and laughed a few times, and the rest of Quan Jing waited for Xue Xiang to continue talking about the content of the meeting.

Xue Xiang was very confused: Do they have no idea about the seriousness and seriousness of the land distribution?

Xue Xiang paused for a long time, and everyone couldn't wait for the following text, so they all took their eyes to see him. Xue Xiang also saw the clues at this moment. He walked to Xiao Sun, who was making records and picked up his notebook. But he saw that the speeches from the land to the house were recorded on the record, and there was no word about the land to the house. Now, Xue Xiang realized: It turned out that they were talking about crosstalk.

Xue Xiang slapped the table in anger, and with a loud bang, the red painted wooden table that had been slashed with a palm. The loud noise made Han Donglin, who was drinking water, shake the water cup, and sprinkled a lot of water, which was all in the crotch. Han Donglin was so panicked that Han Donglin hurriedly wiped it. His clumsy actions made everyone laugh, and wiped it away the serious atmosphere created by Xue Xiang slapped the table.

Xue Xiang didn't rely on slapping the table to increase his power, but was really happy by everyone's popularity. He calmed down a little and continued, "Don't think I'm just kidding. This afternoon, I went to the field to see. Zhong Yuan, you are still laughing. Look, it's the members of your team who are the best at me. I walked around and walked for twenty minutes. When I turned back, the people were still in the same place. What's the realm? They all work like this and they still make a ball. They deserve to be hungry!"

Xue Xiang cursed, and everyone was overjoyed: Captain is really going to play!

After the shock and suspicion, most people suddenly became confused. The rest were not confused. If they were not thinking about whether they were sick or had problems with their ears; if they were not thinking about it, the captain would have been having dinner at night, drinking too much, and talking about alcohol.

In fact, it is normal for everyone to react like this. It is because these people have experienced mutual aid groups, cooperatives, withdrawals from the society, and mergers. After decades of collective production, they have experienced such troubles. They have long been rubbed out of their minds to do it alone. They have to take advantage of the public on weekdays, but they have to worry about the crimes of "digging out socialist corners" and "restoring the bourgeoisie". But now, to them, the words of the captain are already light. They are simply digging out the ancestral grave of socialism. What a great crime that should be, it is absolutely undesirable!

Everyone's faces were all kinds of colors, including surprise, fear, and disbelief... but none of them spoke. The audience was silent for a long time. Xue Xiang knew that if the stalemate would continue, he would definitely let the group of people gather together. Then he would be in a difficult situation, so he spoke up Han Donglin's daimyo.

The reason why Xue Xiang didn't order Li Yongjun was that this guy was too honest and was first-class in obeying the orders, but if he wanted to cooperate, it would be a dilemma. Maybe this guy could still talk to Xue Xiang. But Han Donglin was not the case. This guy was a scheming and active guy, and he knew how to deal with it.

Xue Xiang smiled bitterly in his heart: I didn’t expect Tieyong to be so sloppy and obey him all the time. He just didn’t express his opinion. He was afraid of taking responsibility!

However, this was long as Xue Xiang expected. As long as Tie Yong did not speak out in a blunt manner, it would be possible to destroy the atmosphere of unified understanding. He had some ways to make Tie Yong surrender. Tie Yong finished speaking. Xue Xiang called Wang Shusheng, who had the longest party membership in Kaoshantun, to speak again. Wang Shusheng joined the party in 1947, and this year was already fifty-three, and he was highly respected in Kaoshantun. When the old captain was alive, he also proposed to let him take over, but he refused. The old man was indifferent to fame and fortune. However, he spoke for justice. Cai Gaoli sometimes had to let him three points. That day, Cai Guoqing had just robbed Liu Mei openly, and it was precisely because he found out that Wang Shusheng went to visit relatives in the neighboring county to dare to take action. If Lao Wang was there, he would never dare to be so arrogant.

Wang Shusheng held a dry tobacco pipe in his mouth. He smoked thick smoke. He heard Xue Xiang's name, but he was not vague. He knocked his shoes and clapped his shoes with the cigarette pot, and stood up and said, "Captain, I have heard the words of Donglin before, and he said it well. I saw how many good things you have sat for everyone in Kaoshantun. I know that everything you do is for the good of the village and for the good of the thousands of villagers in Kaoshantun. Even if you just said that you are responsible for the distribution of the land, you will be responsible.

Ren Chengzhuang violated the current situation and was a bit out of place. Old man, I support you too. But only one thing, you only mentioned the way to divide the land, but didn't explain the reason thoroughly. I hope you can explain it thoroughly. If you are just afraid that everyone will be lazy, I, the old man, will do my best to keep an eye on it every day, and I really can't take this risk." Wang Shusheng was really satisfied with Xue Xiang, the young captain, and he was unwilling to see him take this risk.

After Wang Shusheng said that, Xue Xiang was a little moved. He really didn't expect that the old party member with principle was so trusting him so much. He even voted in favor without even thinking about this traitorous matter.

Xue Xiang stood up, grabbed the old man's hands, and pressed him back to the chair: "Uncle Wang, it's not a question of whether he is lazy or not, but it's really a question of whether everyone has the aspirations to do childbirth. Let me tell you something, everyone may not like to listen, but I have to say it if you don't like it. Just take your own private areas and say it. Do the crops inside grow better than those in public fields? Do they all treat them like babies? This is like someone else's kids. No matter how much they like, they don't have their own kisses!"

Speaking of this, Xue Xiang paused and looked at everyone, but saw that everyone lowered their heads, even Wang Shusheng was the same. It was actually the window paper that Xue Xiang had pierced through decades, but no one knew about it, but he didn't dare to pierce it.

Seeing that everyone was ashamed, Xue Xiang rang the railway while the hot: "Comrades, you may not know that the more than a thousand pigs in our pig farm grow bigger and bigger, and they need more and more feed, but the feed factory can't take care of it even if it works overtime, let alone the firewood that needs to be cooked every day, and you have to send someone to chop it back in Jinniu Mountain. This requires people! Everyone said that if the public land is divided and becomes everyone's private land, then everyone has to work hard and how much time can they free up. If they still work together like now, the more than a thousand pigs cannot be raised. Don't forget that we still owe a lot of money outside the factory. Even if we don't mention debts, can the income of 3,000 mu of land catch up with these 3,000 mu of land? Even if we don't say that anyone will calculate the debt."

Xue Xiang revealed the secret, and then everyone knew the seriousness of the matter. The more than a thousand heads were really the treasure in the hearts of all members of the Kuoshantun. They ate carefully prepared feed and slept with freshly soft straw. The pigpen was cleaned up to catch up with their own houses. In this hot day, they even sent special people to the newly dug pond every day to get back water and bathe and cool them down. Even the elderly in their homes did not have such treatment.

After hearing that the pig factory was in trouble, a group of party members had secretly planned to learn from Tie Yong, but they did not object or admit it. At this moment, they had already smashed these small abacuses and started yelling.

"I said, captain, comrades, this is really no small matter! These more than a thousand pigs are the lifeblood of all the members of our Kaoshantun. I am not afraid of you laughing at you. I can laugh every day when I listen to the pig humming. We can't watch these pig ancestors go hungry."

"It's right! Damn, I think it's okay to be inseparable from this place. Everyone pats their chests. When they work for the club, they don't think about how to save effort or how to come. They just hope that the sun will set soon. But once they work for their own home, they want to work hard for two days. We are party members, and even so, let alone those people."

"Split it. I think the seeds this year are very unusual. The ears on a seedling are more than twice as many as in previous years. If the team leader said that the members of Kushantun should have a full meal for a year, it will be really going to be realized."

"It's okay to divide it, but it won't be possible! Besides, we rely on Shantou's own land to divide it. It won't be the one who can't owe to the public grain in the club. What's more, they are all our own people, who will talk too much. They dare to talk nonsense and beat him to death."

“………”

In the stack of "dividing fields", Xue Xiang smiled. He raised his hand and pressed it down. After everyone's voices stopped, he said, "Comrades, it seems that everyone's opinions are very unified, which is great! It's not clear whether the reason is clear or the words are unclear. But as the saying goes, "there is no basis for empty words" and "black and black words". I think it's better to write a contract for division of land, sign together, and then press the handprint. It's not that I believe it. One of the heads of all the families in the village can count one, and no one can fall behind. Let's guard against villains or not, and we are not careful of gentlemen." After Xue Xiang finished speaking, he looked at Tie Yong intentionally or unintentionally. The latter still looked down at the teacup, but when Xue Xiang looked over, he saw his hand trembling suddenly and spilling water.

After Xue Xiang finished speaking, Li Yongjun shouted first: "Yes, just follow what the captain said! I think this method is very good. Just talking with your mouth, it is useful for a ball, and knowing people's face but not your heart. If you press your handprints, that's reliable. If you can't escape from you or me, everyone will be at peace when they sleep."

When everyone heard this, they nodded and said yes. Xue Xiang asked Xiao Sun to take out paper and pen. Xiao Sun was about to hand it to him, but he pointed at Tie Yong and said, "Let Captain Tie write it. I have heard that Captain Tie writes a few words and draws silver hooks. The calligraphy is very good. The slogans on the wall at the head of the village are very accurate."

Tieyong never expected that Xue Xiang was waiting for him here, and the blank paper would actually be filled with his black words. Previously, he thought that if he had the chance, he would expose this matter, and now it was all over. Tieyong cried out in his heart: Damn, I said that my calligraphy is good. I have only been in cram school for a few days and have never been in elementary school. It would be fine if I was cold, but I even joked with the slogans on the wall. Who wouldn't know that I painted the word "revolution" in "Long live the proletariat's life" as "Brother"!

Tie Yong was full of resentment, but at this time he had to take paper and pen, and everyone was staring at him. His previous statements, everyone thought he was unreliable. Now, if he pushed and stopped again, it would be a problem whether he could walk out of this door today. Tie Yong put down the water cup, looked up at Xue Xiang and squeezed out a smiley face that was even worse than crying, and took the paper and pen.

Xue Xiang dictated: "On July 25, 1977, the location was located in the Shantun Primary School classroom. We divided the land to households, and each household was signed and stamped. If we were able to do so in the future, each household would ensure that each household would complete the annual delivery of public grain and not ask for money from the state; if not, our cadres would be detained in prison, and our members would also guarantee that we would support our children until we were eighteen years old."

Xue Xiangnian was extremely slow, but every word was extremely heavy, as if he hit everyone's hearts one by one, and everyone held their breath when they heard it. Xue Xiangnian finished, counting breaths, and Tie Yong finished writing.

At this moment, Tie Yong was very depressed. Who would have thought that after a few years, this piece of paper entered the museum and wrote a pen and article became the most glory of his life. At that time, the participants at that time were always miserable when they thought about this place. They regretted it so much that their heads hit the wall, and they cursed: Why did Tie Yong's grandson snatch this beautiful thing? They completely forgot that Tie Yong's writing account was assigned by the man who was already at the top of the God Tower.

Xue Xiang took the paper and browsed it carefully. Seeing that Tieyong had no omissions except for the word "sitting" in prison, he said, Xiao Sun said. Xiao Sun took the red mud and a pen, and Xue Xiang took the lead in signing his name and pressed the red seal on his name.

After Xue Xiang finished, he stepped back. Han Donglin and Li Yongjun rushed forward together, wanting to be the second person, and they both wanted to be Xue Xiang's name next to Xue Xiang. Xue Xiang was afraid that the two of them would be over again, so he took a pen and handed it to Wang Shusheng. Unexpectedly, Wang Shusheng said that he could not write, but Xue Xiang suddenly realized that he could not write, so he simply asked those who could not write to report Daming, and he recorded it one by one. After Xue Xiang finished recording, he handed the paper and pen to Han Donglin, who had finished writing and passed it down one by one. After all, he pressed his handprints one by one. After a while, the upper left corner of an eight-fold large piece of paper was full of red fingers.

Xue Xiang carefully folded the paper and put it in his bag, and said, "Don't tell me what happened tonight for the time being. Starting tomorrow, the first team will start from the first team and call people from door to door. You are not allowed to come together, come one by one, and go to my office, and we will break through one by one."

He thought about this method carefully. In order to avoid the herd effect, he would not get together and take the risk of beheading, he collectively opposed the division of the land. Xue Xiang then attacked the crowd with few people and defeated them one by one. A group of party members and cadres gathered together to speak truth and make harsh words, but they could not take them down if they didn't believe it. After hearing this, everyone praised them all. Xue Xiang raised his hand to look at his watch. It was already night, so he waved his hand to let everyone disperse.

The next morning, Xue Xiang's office set up a gantry formation. A group of team leaders and party members were separated in two rows. As soon as the confused villagers came in, they first became softer when they saw the situation. They were preached. If they had no objections, they would automatically sign and print. If they had objections, they were threatened and had to bow their heads and submit. For three consecutive days, no one of the 400 households in Kuangshantun escaped and were all broken.

You may ask, after signing, why don’t the villagers who go out report to the villagers who are ignorant of the inside and tell them not to go to the gates of hell? Haha, the reason is very simple. If you are trapped in yourself, how can you not fall into others? You may even threaten yourself who have signed it.

Speaking of this, the truth is quite similar to an experience I had in my early years. One night, I went to the village to watch a movie, passed by the ridge of the field, and the moon was clear. I accidentally stepped on cow dung, and I kept silent and continued to move forward. Four people followed me one by one from the place. After waiting, the fifth person shouted out and said, "I stepped on the dung." The person who screamed and saw me waiting again, I and the three in front were brushing the soles of the shoes with straw. This is what I thought: I have stepped on, why don't you ignore it? The second, third and fourth are also the general idea. As I said, I went far and wide and let's get back to the point.

After the heads of Quantun signed the signature, Xue Xiang held a meeting of Quantun members, and as usual, he talked about the dangers of leaking the secrets, which made everyone pale and stopped talking. Then, he began to announce the details of the land distribution, which was naturally divided according to the number of laborers in each family and the family burden. After explaining the rules, the distribution of the land was quite smooth and it ended on the same day. Even if there were dissatisfaction, it was just a matter of the location of the land, and there was no debate over the number of land. Of course, these were all details and were not mentioned.

ps: The content of the land splitting that Xue Xiang orally told was exactly the original words on the quotation placed in the museum in Xiaogang Village. Even the word "sitting" in prison was written as "made", haha, I'm obsessed with it! The story of stepping on the dung in the text is a real thing, and now I think about it, I can't help laughing.

In addition, the previous chapter said that the Lingnan Military Region was one of the twelve military regions, which was correct. In 1977, it was the twelve military regions, and later it was reduced to the 11th military region and the eighth military region, and finally it was consolidated into the seven military regions.
Chapter completed!