With the spiritual spring space, rebirth in the red era

In Xue Ming's yard, under the window sill of Xue Ming's bedroom, Xue Ling dug the ground with a small shovel, Liu Xiang sprinkled the remaining urea on the ground, and Li Chuanying planted four jasmine seedlings.

Zhao Meiling held a bowl to water the seedlings. She was the youngest daughter of the brigade party secretary Zhao Tian. She came to learn sewing machines with Xue Ling and took five eggs from home for tuition.

The four young girls chatted and laughed while serving the four jasmine flowers. Xue Ming felt inexplicably happy. He liked this kind of flesh-and-blood life very much.

"I hope you and the flower seedlings can thrive and not have so many worries." Xue Ming left home with Dahuang and went to the brigade headquarters to find Zhao Tian.

There was a long queue outside the brigade headquarters. People held cotton distribution books in their hands and lined up to receive cloth tickets, and greeted Xue Ming one after another.

"Xiao Xue is here, come and line up here." The ragged old man waved to him.

"I heard that you killed a big bear and bought a sewing machine. Isn't that thing expensive?" A gossipy middle-aged aunt struck up a conversation.

"What does a sewing machine look like? Do the clothes sewn with a sewing machine feel comfortable to wear?" asked the gray-haired old lady.

Xue Ming answered questions patiently and enthusiastically, and gradually became the focus of discussion among the villagers.

The queue moved forward slowly. People came in with cotton notebooks, and then went out with a few cloth tickets and a smile.

The middle-aged uncle standing behind Xue Ming teased Zhao Mingwei, who had just received the cloth ticket, "Hurry up and buy cloth and let your wife make you a new pair of trousers. Someone else's butt has one eye and your butt has three eyes."

Everyone at the scene burst into laughter. There were two holes in the back of Zhao Mingwei's pants. Standing behind him, you could see his buttocks, which were just three eyes.

"My three little boys are wearing a pair of trousers. I will make trousers for them first after I buy the cloth." Zhao Mingwei was not angry and patted his butt and said, "I will go to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy two pieces of cloth and ask Xue Ming to plug these two holes. That’s it.”

Everyone laughed, but Xue Ming couldn't laugh. He said in his heart that the idiom "clothless" should be deleted from the dictionary. In the future, I will never miss the present.

Amidst the laughter, it was Xue Ming's turn to collect the tickets. Behind the long table sat party secretary Zhao Tian, ​​accountant Zhou Mengmeng and technician Xue Dingshan. He handed the cotton collection booklet in his hand to Zhou Mengmeng.

Zhao Tian opened the book and said, "Including you, there are six people in your family. According to the policy, you can receive one-foot-eight-foot cloth tickets, right?"

"Yes." Xue Ming nodded. Each person could only receive three feet of cloth. One foot and eight feet was equivalent to about six meters of cloth. It was not enough to buy new clothes for the whole family.

Zhou Mengmeng dipped his fingers in saliva and flipped through the ledger. He first looked for the roster of team 18 and then found Xue Ming's house. Suddenly he frowned and let out a hum.

"Why did Zhu Chunhua take your cloth ticket?" Zhou Mengmeng turned around and stared at Xue Dingshan, "I went home for some time yesterday to do errands. Did you let Zhu Chunhua take the ticket?"

The air suddenly became quiet, and Xue Ming showed a sneer. Zhu Chunhua, the cheap grandma, really didn't care about food and not fights. She really had the courage to steal cloth tickets.

Zhao Tian's face was very ugly. Yesterday he was bragging in front of Xue Ming about helping to keep the ticket, "What's going on with Xue Dingshan? Why did you give Xue Ming's ticket to someone else?"

"Secretary, don't worry." Xue Dingshan instantly felt a lot of pressure. Yesterday, accountant Zhou's pig ran out of the pig pen, and his son came to the team to tell him to go home and catch the pig.

"Yesterday, as soon as the accountant left, an old lady came in. She said she was Xue Ming's grandmother and wanted to take away Xue Ming's cloth ticket. I thought it was normal and gave it to her," Xue Dingshan said.

"That's normal!" Zhao Tian was furious and slammed the table, "Xue Ming's family has severed their relationship with her a long time ago. The two families are now enemies. How can you give her the cloth ticket?"

"I don't know, Party Secretary!" Cold sweat broke out on Xue Dingshan's forehead, "I really don't know. I thought Zhu Chunhua and Xue Ming had not separated."

"You dare to give her the ticket when you don't know anything. What do you think we should do about this?" Zhou Mengmeng also wanted to slap the table, "You can solve the trouble you caused by yourself."

"Party secretary, Lao Zhou, I don't know anything." Xue Dingshan felt his scalp numb, "I'm new here and I don't know the situation of Team 18."

Xue Ming didn't want to listen to their nonsense, so he turned around and left the brigade headquarters and went to the home of his second uncle, Xue Erjun.

Zhu Chunhua and Xue Erjun were both present. Xue Ming was too lazy to talk nonsense and went straight to the topic, "Technician Xue Dingshan said that you took away my 18-foot cloth ticket. Is this true?"

"No, why should I take the cloth ticket from your house?" Zhu Chunhua refused to admit it as soon as she opened her mouth, "You came to my house to look for trouble, right? The Second Army kicked him out."

Xue Erjun kept his head down and said nothing. There was Zhu Chunhua's fingerprint on the account book for collecting the cloth receipts. This was an irrefutable fact.

He didn't dare to use force against Xue Ming. His father and his third brother were still in the labor camp because they offended Xue Ming.

"You stupid coward!" Zhu Chunhua scolded Xue Erjun angrily, and then faced Xue Ming with a stiff neck, "Your whole family wears khaki, and you actually blackmail my family's cotton. Do you have any conscience?"

"You are the one who has no conscience. Even if I wear silk and satin, it has nothing to do with you. Why do you, an old guy, occupy my family's cloth tickets?" Xue Ming said, striding over.

Zhu Chunhua was so frightened that she took three steps back. After a moment, she held her neck and shouted, "That 18-size cloth ticket was originally mine. I used to go to the brigade to get it, and I still get it now."

"That's bullshit!" Xue Ming couldn't help but swear, "Since you admit it, then follow me to the brigade for review. I would rather burn my ticket than give it to you."

"Is there any justice?" Zhu Chunhua sat on the ground and yelled, "Listen, little bastard, I won't let you rob my things even if I die."

This is a typical old girl, crying and fussing so much that I can't even hit her.

Xue Ming was so angry that he gritted his teeth but had no better way, "Don't think that you can get away with it by acting bad. You can't be relied on. I am now in the team to find a book reviewer."

"No need." Zhao Tian, ​​the brigade party secretary, arrived with a group of cadres including the brigade captain, accountant and scorekeeper.

Zhu Chunhua got up from the ground and shouted, "What do you officials want to do? Do you want to bully me, an old man?"

"Put your set away for me." Zhao Tian held out two fingers, "I'll give you two ways to go. One is to return the 20-foot cloth ticket to Xue Ming, and the other is that I give the 20-foot cloth ticket Convert it into work points, and I will deduct your family’s work points to provide Xue Ming.”

When Zhu Chunhua heard this, she immediately shouted at the top of her voice, "I only received 18 feet from him, so why should I give back 20 feet? You are bullying me."

"The other two feet are fines. You can choose between cloth tickets and work points. Today I have to make your memory long." Accountant Zhou Mengmeng was so angry that she felt dizzy.

"I only give you 18 feet. You officials can't blackmail people. You gang up to bully me, an old man. Oh my God, is there any justice?" Zhu Chunhua was hysterical again.

Xue Ming smiled unkindly...