Facing the old face of Shao Jiandang, the branch secretary of the Firelight Brigade, Wang Zhengguo squatted under the eaves of the office, smoking a cigarette and being silent.

A little farther away from them stood a dozen strong laborers of the Firelight Brigade. said that it was a strong laborer, but it looked like the old people of the Wang Lou Brigade looked in good spirits, some were shriveled and thin, some were swollen, and the same were all with vegetables on their faces, and their eyes were confused.

The people next door can't eat, they are dying of hunger, Wang Zhengguo has flesh and blood, and he really can't sit idly by, but there are one and two, which production brigade doesn't stare at this piece of fat now?

The Wang Lou brigade has such a little reserve of grain, can you stop you from borrowing it from me? Their land is barren and their work is low, and lending out their grain reserves is equivalent to meat buns beating dogs, and there is no return.

So many people are watching and refusing to be the first bird. Shao Jiandang, a bird who came out, wiped his face,

"Lao Wang, just squeak, don't keep silent."

"Squeak!" Wang Zhengguo spit out extraordinarily round. Shao Jiandang is angry and funny,

"If I tell you to squeak, you squeak, and I said to lend me food, so you can lend me food! Look at you, in old sheepskin jackets, smoking the big front door, look at us, all tightening their belts. Pat your chest, don't you think we're pitiful? Have mercy on us, old king. ”

"Brother of the founding of the party, you are embarrassing me!" Wang Zhengguo extinguished the cigarette butt.

"If it weren't really impossible, how could I come to you with a shy old face? It's really desperate. Shao Jiandang sighed deeply,

"More than half of the upside-down households in the brigade, after handing over the public grain, the food in the brigade is only enough for each person to share 30 catties of dried sweet potatoes, and half full is not enough. Village...... The old Shao Tou at the east end of the brigade didn't see him come out for a few days, and when the people next door came to him to make up Mao Weng, they saw that he had been dead for several days, the weather was cold, and the body was not rotten, so that no one found it. In the month of last year, Chinese New Year's Eve did not want to borrow grain, everyone was squatting at home, more than half of them were hungry, there was no way, I asked someone to carry out the feed of the livestock and divide it among the people, and only after surviving the new year did they have the life to beg for food. Shao Jiandang's eyes showed a trace of grief and a trace of tears, and continued: "Our brigade originally had ten production teams, a total of 110 households, and now there are 58 households left, adults and old people and children, a total of more than 200 people. Although the past two years have been stronger than in the previous years, the standard of public grain has been raised, there are not enough seeds, there is not enough labor, and productivity cannot keep up...... Alas! A few strong laborers who came over with their faces up, Lu Jiang and Wang Dachun, who were relatively tall, could vaguely see the tears on their faces, and a few even squatted on the ground holding their heads, letting out suppressed sobs.

Asking for someone is inherently inferior. Poverty takes away pith. How could Wang Zhengguo not know that what Shao Jiandang said was the truth?

The dead Starlight Production Brigade was right next door to them.

"Brother of the founding of the party, you know what I'm worried about, and besides, the grain reserves are all set aside in accordance with national standards, and the quantity is not allowed to exceed one percent of the total harvest." Wang Zhengguo felt the same way, and could no longer refuse the help of the Firelight Brigade.

Shao Jiandang saw that he was slightly loose, and hurriedly said: "Just help us survive this winter, Lao Wang, when the first month comes, the trees will sprout, and the wild vegetables and weeds will also sprout. Our more than 200 lives cannot be less, no less, no less, no matter how little I can continue, I don't know how to face the dead and the living fathers and villagers! ”