There is Room For Abandoned Women In the 1980s

Gao Guilan was furious. With such an obvious bias, he still wanted to scare himself? She started to roll up her arms and sleeves. Zhang Maolin had long known Gao Guilan's aggressiveness and thought she was going to scratch herself. He was so frightened that he hurriedly called Zheng Dakui:

"Zheng Dakui, please take care of your wife. What does it look like?"

"Guilan."

Zheng Dakui was afraid that his daughter-in-law would be really aggressive, so he hurriedly stopped Gao Guilan and scratched the commune leaders, but no one could save her.

"Don't hold me back, Da Kui. I have to have a good talk with the leader. Isn't he going to arrest me? It just so happens that the food at home has been deducted by Accountant Liu. We are going to starve to death anyway. If we follow Leader Zhang, we can still have enough to eat." !”

Gao Guilan did not listen to her husband this time and continued to make noises, blaming the lack of food on accountant Liu's record of work points.

Accountant Liu sneered, Gao Guilan was on the receiving end of a gun, who did he think he was? It is not easy for the commune leaders to deal with her.

"mom."

Zheng Xinyue anxiously grabbed her mother for fear that she would suffer a loss. The commune leaders had made it clear that they were siding with Accountant Liu, no matter how much evidence they had or how many people testified.

Gu Changfeng frowned and looked at Zhang Maolin expressionlessly. A sharp cold light flashed in his eagle eyes. Zhang Maolin avoided his gaze nervously. He felt that Gu Changfeng had seen through all his thoughts and looked at him under his powerful gaze. He took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his head. new

Countless thoughts are already running through my mind. This Factory Director Gu seems to have a good relationship with the Zheng family?

Suddenly thinking of Gu Changfeng's identity, Zhang Maolin regretted it. If Gu Changfeng insisted on standing up for the Zheng family and told Secretary Du everything about the situation, he would have to be punished.

Accountant Liu was just a distant relative of his wife's mother-in-law. The dozens of eggs he gave her were at worst returned to him, so she couldn't offend Gu Changfeng for him.

"Don't worry, everyone. I will report this matter to Secretary Du. I will deal with it seriously and will never favor Accountant Liu. Today I will focus on opening the floodgates and releasing water. Please stop making trouble."

Zheng Xinyue was stunned for a moment. Did this person shout that he wanted to arrest her mother before? Why did Accountant Liu have to be dealt with in the blink of an eye?

Feeling a gaze looking at her, Zheng Xinyue raised her head to look at the owner of the gaze and smiled gratefully at him. Because of this faint smile, her fair and pretty face looked like a blooming rose flower. It is pleasing to the eye.

Gu Changfeng raised the corners of his mouth slightly and looked back at Zheng Xinyue. When he looked at Zhang Maolin again, his eyes returned to coldness.

Accountant Liu was unsure. Zhang Maolin was clearly defending himself before. What did he mean by this sentence?

I felt vaguely uneasy, but when I thought about my relationship with Zhang Maolin, I felt that I was being too preoccupied. Zhang Maolin had already promised to be the captain for me, and he would definitely not break his promise after collecting the eggs.

Opening the floodgates and releasing the water was an exciting moment. After Accountant Liu's incident, the members were all psychologically burdened, fearing that everyone would not have a good life after he became the team leader. Except for Accountant Liu's family and relatives, everyone else seemed unhappy.

"Comrades, this canal is well dug! With it, we can have a bumper harvest. This proves that man can conquer nature. As long as everyone can work together, focus on one place, and use their energy in one place, we will definitely overcome difficulties. Comrades Ah! We must unite, unity is strength, and unity can lead to victory."

Zhang Maolin stood by the ditch, one hand on his hip, and the other hand gesturing back and forth in conjunction with his speech. Without a loudspeaker, he could only shout at the top of his lungs, speaking in the same vernacular.

The members all looked at him listlessly. No matter how much he tried to boost morale, everyone remained silent.