Feng was already in tears when he said this, and he didn't even have the strength to speak, so he was finally willing to tear off a small piece of white-flour steamed bun with a trembling hand and eat it, and drank a sip of the water handed over by Aunt Feng.

Feng Qingxue frowned, "I remember that our Feng family is basically poor peasants, and there are no upper and middle peasants. ”

Feng Lian nodded, "That's right, although my family has a few acres of land, but our family had a large population at that time, and the harvest was not good, so it was not enough to eat for a season, and we still had to rely on renting land or working for people to make a living, so we were classified as poor peasants." ”

"Whose land was that rented? Didn't you say that the Grass Lake Brigade had no landlords? Lu Jiang asked.

Feng Lian replied: "The land in Caohu Village is barren, and when it comes to harvesting, you may not be able to receive the number of seeds planted, just like the crops in the field this year, a large number of them have died, and the year is all white ground, and fifty catties of wheat seeds have been put into the ground, and a large part of them will definitely not be able to recover fifty catties." Therefore, many people do not rent land in Caohu Village, but rent land in other villages. ”

After a pause, Feng tied up to Lu Jiang and said lightly: "You are cadres of the army, it is rare to go home, don't mix with these muddy waters, lest people notice your father's ingredients again." ”

Compared with him, a fake landlord, the real landlord Lu Zhiyuan is much more dangerous.

"Don't worry, we know what to do." After Lu Jiang finished speaking, he turned his head and asked Feng Qingxue: "Did you bring paper with Qingxue?" Take it out and ask the second uncle to write an appeal material. ”

"Bring, bringing, in the bag." If you don't bring it, you have to say that you brought it, not to mention that you do always have paper and pen in your bag.

Lu Jiang rummaged through the canvas satchel, and sure enough, he found a pen and paper, and the pen was still a fountain pen.

"The fountain pen that the old chief gave back then." In fact, she hasn't used it much, and has been storing it in the space, and only after she came back did she take it out and put it in her satchel as one of the things to protect herself.

As soon as he heard that it was sent by the old chief, Feng tied up the couple and the second aunt Feng with a look of admiration.

There were no tables, chairs and benches at home, so he lay on the ground and wrote, and the leftover half of the steamed buns were put in his pockets by his wife.

"How do I write it?" The wind is tied and I don't know how to start.

Lu Jiang often made reports, understood the format of the appeal materials, and squatted next to him to teach him, which was nothing more than the name, age, composition of his ancestors to the present, etc., and then the main content of the appeal.

"I am a poor peasant, I am not a landlord!" This sentence is the main content of the appeal material.

The wind tied up and wrote this line tremblingly, old tears flowed down his wrinkled face, he sniffed, took the clay box handed by Lu Jiang, and pressed his fingerprint on the appeal material.

Lu Jiang put away the appeal materials, "Let's leave, solve it as soon as possible, and rest assured." ”

"Thank you, Ajiang, for the trouble with you and Xiaoxue." Feng tied up his gratitude, he never thought in his life that a little kindness to the Feng Qingxue sisters would be a hemp rope to pull his wife out of the sea of suffering.

"Second uncle, you're welcome, you are innocent, you should not be treated like this."

The second lady's reaction was to wipe the tears on her face.

When Feng tied up the couple and sent Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue to the door of their homes, they saw Li Chengdong rushing over with a group of strong laborers, and said in a thick voice while striding forward: "Without my Li Chengdong's permission, who dares to contact this bad element in my territory?" ”