There is Room For Abandoned Women In the 1980s

Chapter 782 Just die! What can be done?

Zheng Dakui's home is only a few minutes away from the brigade headquarters. The propaganda officer walked quickly and soon arrived at the door of Zheng's house.

Gao Guilan's heart was in her throat, and the calmness in her eyes was covered by anxiety. At this moment, she really wished that her ancestors would come and collect the grain.

 “Open the door.”

 The propaganda officer turned around and ordered Gao Guilan.

"What are you urging me for?" Gao Guilan was panicking, but when facing them, she remained ruthless. She held her head high and pushed open the door. Just die! What can be done?

 Propaganda officers rushed in and pushed Gao Guilan aside:

 “What are you doing? It’s all a crab’s rampage?”

Gao Guilan put her hands on her hips and cursed these people rudely.

 “Be honest.”

The propaganda officer was so angry. This woman was so fearless that she even dared to scold them?

 It just so happened that she was good at swearing and didn't use any curse words. She couldn't deal with her even if she got angry.

 “Mom, who are these two?”

Zheng Xinyue was sitting in the yard lighting a fire and preparing to roast rabbit. When she saw people rushing in aggressively, she frowned and asked her mother.

 “The propaganda captain of the commune.”

Gao Guilan folded his arms and leaned against the barn door and said mockingly.

 “You get out of the way.”

The propaganda team leader glared at her. Was this woman blocking the warehouse because she was afraid they would search her?

“Why are you getting out of the way? This is my home. I can stand wherever I want in my yard!”

Gao Guilan rolled his eyes and ignored them at all.

“There is stolen grain hidden in the warehouse, right? Gao Guilan, let me tell you, it’s useless to swing the steel bars. When we find something, we’ll make it look good to you.”

“What are you looking for? Who gave you the right to search?”

Gao Guilan was delaying as much time as possible, begging her ancestors and Master Huang to take all the things away quickly! Don't stay.

“Mom, if you want to see it, show it to them. My dad is selfless and has a cool breeze on his sleeves. What should I be afraid of seeing?”

Zheng Xinyue came over calmly, ignoring the look her mother gave her, and stretched out her hand to open the barn door. Gao Guilan raised her head and looked at the sky. She couldn't help it, the sun was dazzling her eyes, and she was about to faint.

“Look! The potatoes are grown in my land, and these corn sticks are the relief grain distributed last year.”

Zheng Xinyue walked into the warehouse, first opened the cellar for them to see, then showed them the dried corn sticks hanging on the wall, and finally opened the rice vat:

 “There is only a little bit of corn flour left. This is all going to end. Please ask the commune to distribute relief grains as soon as possible!”

 The two people in the commune looked at each other. Is Zheng Dakui really that incorruptible? You didn’t even get some corn at home to eat?

　　Is it a waste of time to be a captain and let your wife and children at home starve?

Gao Guilan was looking at the sky outside the warehouse. She was mentally prepared to be taken to the commune and criticized, but she was calm in her heart. She also thought about putting all the responsibility on herself. She was the one who stole the corn behind Da Kui's back, and he didn't know.

 But there was something wrong with the noise in the warehouse. Why didn't I seem to find those corns?

She rubbed her eyes and looked into the warehouse with her eyes wide open. When she saw this, she felt ecstatic and lost everything. Did her ancestor, Master Huang, hear what she said?

  She was so excited that she almost clasped her hands in front of the publicity team leader. She was so happy that she never let herself down.

 “What’s going on with these noodles??”

The propaganda team leader didn’t catch Zheng Dakui stealing food, so he felt bad and started to find fault. He pointed at the dozen packages of dried noodles on the cylinder cover and asked Zheng Xinyue with a sullen face.

I was so jealous that these were white noodles. Even Secretary Du’s family might not have them. How could Zheng Dakui’s family have so many?

Zheng Xinyue understood clearly that he was deliberately looking for trouble. There was a sarcasm in his eyes and he sneered:

“Is there any need to report this? Aren’t you here to see if I’m stealing corn? Noodles don’t grow in the field.”

 (End of this chapter)