Yang Xiaotao went out less than an hour before this trip, but there were already snoring in the room.

Seeing Yang Xiaotao sleeping one by one lying on the bed makes Yang Xiaotao sleepy.

Qinjiazhuang, brigade headquarters.

Just as the village was silent in the night, the lights here were still on.

The cold wind rushed in from time to time from time to time, making a sound, expressing his dissatisfaction as if he was participating in a discussion.

The people in the room didn't care about the news. They looked serious and said a few words from time to time, and had disputes with the people around them.

The people here are all the village managers.

Just looking at the current situation, there were obvious differences, and two factions gradually formed!

"Uncle Lao Gan, what else can I say? Look at the surrounding villages. Which one is not followed by Yangjiazhuang. Not only does it mean that you can eat delicious food, but you can also eat a full meal."

"Just those who left today have such a big cake in their arms!"

The young man next to him suddenly spoke and reached out to gesture, leaving the people who were still quarreling around him speechless.

Everyone looked at their hands, no matter how good they said or how noble they were, they were indifferent to the things that filled their stomachs.

"That's not all. They all eat big bone soup and some pork at noon. If this were placed in our village, would they usually eat it?"

"Even during the Chinese New Year, there may not be such a meal."

The young man said bluntly, the same was true for the young men around him.

They are the younger generation in the village, and they are about the same age, and they do not have as many grudges as the older generation, so they think directly.

Besides, even if there is a little grudge, it will not be necessary for the whole village to suffer with it.

The young man said, and the people around him immediately responded, "Yes, many people from the Qujia Zao House next door have gone, and there are also people on the farther crossroads, and everyone who brings them back is watching."

"Why can't our village be so close?"

"Yes, village chief, my family doesn't have much food this winter, and my younger brothers and sisters are waiting for the cakes."

Everyone said in a mess, and finally their eyes were fixed on the village chief who was eating smoke at the front.

"Do you have any face to eat, eat those?"

"Do you have the right to eat?"

Seeing that the limelight was wrong, Uncle Lao Gan looked at the old brothers around him, then slapped the table and said loudly, "Don't you ignore us if you don't see me?"

"If I had that intention, I would have called us when I was building a farm, but they would rather find Baima Village on the other side of the mountain than pay attention to us. Wouldn't it just look down on us?"

"People fight for a breath, Buddha fights for a stick of incense. Our Qinjiazhuang is not worse than them. Why should we add to others' coldness?"

Uncle Lao Gan said angrily, and the old brothers around him nodded silently.

In the past, the people in Nagaluo, Yangjiazhuang were not as good as their Qinjiazhuang.

In the past two years, the village has improved with talented people. In terms of fact, they are closer to the township and fertile land around them. They are not better than the other party in that year.

Now he is just a nouveau riche, why should he be humble?

And their ideas represent the thoughts of the older generation in the village.

If you don’t steam buns, you will try your best to breathe, and you will want to bow your head and admit defeat, and you will dream.

I can only say that pride is no matter the value of the people.

It’s just a pity that their pride has now become a stubborn mountain, blocking the good days that the younger generation yearns for.

After Uncle Lao Gan said that, everyone looked at the village chief again.
Chapter completed!