Zhao Chenghai discovered his son's behavior that afternoon, and was furious, as if his ancestral tomb had been dug up!

The so-called "making a fortune is like picking up soil with a needle, and making a fortune is like washing away the sand!

These lands were chewed down by Zhao Chenghai, who picked up the soil from his needle, but now they were abandoned by his son's big waves, so how could he not feel heartbroken?

Zhenhua apologized to his father and explained: "Dad, if you want to build a road, someone will suffer. Moreover, this section of the road is a collective mechanized farming road. I just recovered it as it is and did not waste an inch of the land in my family."

"Fuck, every household has occupied collective mechanized farming roads and canals. Why do I have to go back?" Zhao Chenghai glared.

"I am a party member, and I can't do anything that harms public and private affairs, so I take the lead in restoring the mechanized farming road." Zhenhua said.

"Are you the only party member in the village? Xia Wansong is still an old party member. He is more powerful than me in digging the ground!" Zhao Chenghai said.

Xia Wansong is also from the third group. He is already sixty years old this year and lives at the western end of the front row of the third group. As for digging the ground, this old party member is indeed the most powerful!

Zhenhua shook his head and asked, "Dad, have you and Xia Wansong dig out money? After digging the roadbed, you have made a fortune by making such a small amount of land? Will you starve the family to death after leaving these shovels of soil?"

Zhao Chenghai stared at him and remained silent.

My son's words could be considered to be asking him, making it difficult for him to answer.

In the past, the Chongtian in Dongwan Village was empty in winter to accumulate strength in the field. Yilan and Zhenhua took the lead in farming scientifically and promoting rapeseed transplanting technology, and achieved great harvests for two consecutive years, which was much faster than digging land to get rich!

Liu Zhigao happened to come over and applauded and laughed: "Okay, okay, Zhenhua is worthy of being a party member, and the young people have a high awareness!"

Zhenhua sneered: "I will first withdraw the roadbed I occupied, and then ask everyone to discuss the road construction."

Zhao Chenghai glared at Liu Zhigao and said, "Your family also occupied the former canal in the village and a piece of vegetable field, which belongs to the production team..."

Liu Zhigao grinned: "Yes, yes, I'll spit it out. I absolutely support the road construction matter!"

Zhao Chenghai was still unhappy and turned around and went home angrily.

On that day, the villagers passed by and saw that the ridge of Zhenhua's family had been widened by two feet. They all admired Zhenhua very much.

In this way, the villagers also knew the road construction initiative.

Many things need someone to take the lead. It is an insignificant matter to repair mechanics and farm roads in the production team, but without Zhenhua taking the lead, they will never be put on the agenda.

During the lunch period, Zhenhua and the senior high school master convened all the villagers in the group and held three meetings to discuss the restoration and extension of the mechanized farming road.

Most people in the village agreed, and some villagers even applauded and agreed.

Because the reform and opening up have been several years, the tide of working is gradually emerging, and everyone hopes to work faster, free up time to work outside to earn money.

Most young and middle-aged people in the village work outside. During the busy farming season, they hurried back to work and run around. If there is a road and working relatively convenient, young and middle-aged people working outside will not have to be so anxious.

But the old party member Xia Wansong disagreed.

No matter how Zhenhua and the senior high school master persuaded him, he just refused to back the occupied roadbed!

But the section of the road he occupied was located in the middle of the original mercenary road, shaking the throat of the traffic.

The senior high school master couldn't hold back his temper and slapped the table and shouted: "Xia Wansong, what do you mean? Every family has returned the occupied roadbed, but you just want to rely on it?"

Xia Wansong also glared and shouted: "I don't have any way at all, why are you?"

"You are talking lies with your eyes open!"

"You are just talking lies! Did you see me digging the roadbed? Did you take a photo with a camera?" Xia Wansong was even more fierce than Liu Zhigao and roared: "The land distribution in the village was unfair in the past few years. My fourth brother still had half an acre of land. I haven't looked for you yet!"

Wang Xiang shook his head repeatedly, looking contemptuous.

To be honest, the quality of an old party member Xia Wansong is lower than that of ordinary villagers in Dongwan Village.

If you talk to him about serious matters, he will argue with you. In short, he must take advantage!

For example, when you are in a meeting to build a road, he has talked about what happened a few years ago. If you talk to him, he can talk about it before liberation and then about the Republic of China. You will talk about it all over the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties, but you will still be unable to tell it about it!

Liu Zhigao's chest was so angry that his chest was undulating and shouted: "If you don't return the roadbed, I will drive the tractor and pass through your field. Then, don't say I'll suppress your crops!"

Xia Wansong also shouted: "You dare! You have a try!"

Zhenhua stopped Liu Zhigao and looked at everyone and said, "Building roads is good for everyone, why is it so difficult? Uncle Xia is unwilling to return the roadbed. Let's do this, we all suffer some losses and each brings out some land..."

"Bad! Why do we suffer a loss? We were raised by my little mother?"

Before Zhenhua could speak, he was interrupted by Wang Xiang.

Wang Xiang glanced at Xia Wansong and sneered: "If you don't build roads, you won't build roads, and everyone will not suffer any losses."

Zhenhua smiled bitterly and said, "Don't get angry, don't make the village ununity because of road construction. This way, everyone will not suffer any losses. I will take out half-point land and subsidize Uncle Xia. I will plant less half-point land, and I will probably not starve to death..."

Bang!

Zhao Chenghai slapped the table and glared: "You are not dead yet, it's not your turn to be the head of the family! Why should I get a half-district land? There is too much land at home, so I keep it to raise grass and rabbits!"

Xia Wansong smiled and was the first to leave the venue.

In order to build the road, three meetings were held, but they still ended in vain.

The road has not been repaired, but Zhenhua has had enough cowardice!

The senior high school master said it well, those who make great contributions are not active in building roads.

Without roads, Zhenhua's tractor is difficult to come in handy, at least it cannot fully function. He has no way to take the tow bucket to the field to pull crops, so he can only use the tractor head to cultivate the land, or fight in front of the door.

The car bucket worth 1,000 yuan is basically idle.

Sometimes, Zhenhua even gritted his teeth, wishing to dig a mass pit and bury all the old guys in the village, including his father!

It is difficult to reform and opening up, and it is difficult to change ideas. The difficulty lies in these old guys!

However, during the drought resistance in the afternoon, Zhenhua's diesel engine water pump combination played a crucial role.

This year, the drought was severe, and there was almost no water in the pond.

Three groups collectively rented the diesel engine water pumps of Zhenhua and Gao Sanye to fetch water from the reservoir to transplant rice seedlings.

The two water pumps were relayed, and they worked day and night. They worked for twelve days before the three groups of rice transplanting water were solved.

Zhenhua and Senior High School’s water pumps are charged, 5.5 yuan per hour. After deducting fuel costs, you can earn four yuan per hour. Diesel engines can generate 80 yuan per day for twenty hours, which is equivalent to Zhenhua’s teaching salary for one month!
Chapter completed!