The scene is very quiet.

Even the naughty bare-ass kids were so scared that they were afraid to make another fight by the serious expressions and complex eyes of the elders.

Everyone's eyes were all focused on Liu Fuwang.

Wait for his answer.

The originally clear sky became dark clouds.

This makes the atmosphere more depressing.

Liu Fuwang has served as the branch secretary and team leader for 27 years!

Everyone wanted to change, but they were powerless to make trouble; they wanted to make trouble, but they were unable to make trouble by Liu Fuwang.

The more you struggle, the poorer you become.

For a long time, everyone has been counting on this old branch secretary who was favored by God on the Korean battlefield in the War of Resistance Against Japan and the War of Liberation, and led everyone to a bloody path.

No matter how hard or tired it is, it is not a problem, everyone is afraid of being poor.

Liu Fuwang has not changed all this for 27 years, and everyone is already desperate. Now Liu Fuwang's son who has been in high school for seven years has ignited hope.

Poor people can't stand up straight.

Poor makes people see no hope.

Poor women are unwilling to marry in.

Poverty makes the whole family's incense be cut off...

Liu Chunlai put the biggest problem that the entire team dared not face to the surface.

Who doesn't want to have a full meal?

Who doesn't want to have money to spend?

Who doesn’t want to ask a wife to have a baby to experience the good days of a wife and a child?

"Rise the flag!"

Liu Fuwang's voice was trembling with a hint of trembling.

This made him feel like he was back to the Korean battlefield. He asked the regiment commander to personally bring the explosive bag to remove the US machine gun fortress.

For many years, he has not been so passionate.

What's more, the eyes of these people made him feel so uncomfortable.

"If there is a bachelor in the team, then let my Liu Fuwang's son be the last bachelor!" Liu Fuwang, who was so angry, made up his mind.

At least, it is easier to get more than 100 singles to ask for women than to get more than 300 singles to ask for women in the entire brigade.

"Who wants to be poor? Who wants to be a bachelor for the rest of his life? Who wants to be unable to have enough food for the rest of his life?" Liu Chunlai felt relieved when he saw that his father was not shameless. He screamed at Liu Jiuwa, who was kneeling, and another little old man, and asked everyone loudly.

"No one!"

"No one is there!"

"I don't want to..."

...

Almost everyone roared with all their strength.

Even those children who don’t know the truth will yell at them that they don’t want to.

At this time, Liu Fuwang, who had already woken up, was desperate.

A loan of more than 30,000 yuan is not a problem. Anyway, since I came back to become the branch secretary and team leader, I have never paid off the loan.

Liu Chun's words made the family debt that had originally owed thousands of dollars may have increased dozens of times in a year.

Money is not a matter.

The desperate thing is that my son said he wanted to be the last bachelor in the team!

What’s even more desperate is that Yang Aiqun’s crazy woman can do anything for her son!

"Listen to the younger generation of the Liu family, Liu Chunlai will be the flag bearer of my Liujiapo from today! The flag that my Liu family carried on the battlefield did not turn upside down. Today, the flag of my Liu family's poverty alleviation has been raised!"

At this moment, an old voice resounded throughout the public housing area.

"The ancestor is here!"

"The ancestor is here..."

When a group of little kids heard this sound, they all surrounded them.

When Liu Fuwang heard the voice, he didn't care about the despair in his heart. He hurriedly calmed down and greeted him.

"Master Ba, why are you coming out?"

An old man wearing a navy blue robe, long shawl, snow-white hair, a foot-long beard, leaning on a black crutch in his hand, holding the crutch, stood tremblingly on the one-foot-high flag platform.

Master Liu Ba!

The last group of scholars in the Qing Dynasty, in the 29th year of Guangxu, Liu Baye, who was only 13 years old, passed the provincial examination; in the second year of Xuantong, he was admitted to the Sichuan Army Martial Arts Hall; in 1911, 21-year-old Liu Baye participated in the road protection movement, and later fought with major warlords in Sichuan. In the end, at the same time, General Liu Xiang, a classmate of the martial arts hall at the same time, "The war of resistance will never be changed, that is, the enemy will not retreat to the Chinese border for a day, and the Sichuan Army will not return home for a day." He has been active on the battlefield of the Anti-Japanese War.

After the victory of the Anti-Japanese War, he returned with scars on his body.

Liu Jiapo's tradition of joining the army was all based on this old man.

The old man never married all his life, not because he couldn't marry a wife. This old man was also a figure in the army back then. He didn't like promotion or money, but liked foreign women. It is said that he wanted to avenge the Eight-Nation Alliance's invasion of China...

He is now 90 years old.

What Liu Chunlai just said was the Eighth Patriarch who wanted to ask for his wife, that is, this one.

This is a big man of hardcore who is several levels higher than Liu Fuwang.

"How could I not come? This is a great change that I, Liu Jiapo, had never experienced in hundreds of years! Spring is coming, your father dares not be like you, and he swears to take me Liu Jiapo off the hat of poverty!"

Although the old man stood tremblingly, his voice was loud.

Liu Fuwang looked ashamed, "Master Eighth Master, I didn't do it well!"

When Liu Baye spoke, no matter what Liu Fuwang was trying to do, the fourth team was the first to respond, but in the end he was tortured to the poorest team.

Before the pseudo-government, the entire Happiness Commune and even further away were from Liu Baye’s house.

A famous landlord with a radius of hundreds of miles.

Before participating in the road protection campaign, Liu Baye knew that revolution would lose his head. Either the lives of others or his own lives were revolutionized. All the bills were burned, and the family's land and the entire family had accumulated over a hundred years of wealth. The Liu family did not occupy more than the other surnames. In the end, they only took one hundred oceans to join the revolution...

Once Master Liu Ba said something, things would be easier.

On the flag stand only one foot high in front of the public canteen, the black straight flagpole, which is more than ten meters high, is made of hard cypress wood on stone grains and is thick with its calves.

A five-star red flag with a little whiteness was personally praised by Master Liu Ba.

Liu Chunlai was about to pick him up, but the old man stopped him.

"Baby, don't worry about raising the flag. Tell everyone how to bring me Liu Jiapo to life as a poor person?"

Rescue the life of poverty!

This old man is used to revolutionizing.

Liu Fuwang kept winking at Liu Chunlai. Liu Chunlai also knew that the Eighth Patriarch asked him to make a decision on the spot and give the whole team peace of mind. He didn't want him to go to the train, and eventually he tormented the team and ruined himself for the rest of his life.

"Eighth Patriarchs, that's how I think..."

Immediately, Liu Chunlai told him the plans he told his father last night again.

"From the future, we will also get paid when we go to work like the people in the city?"

"The team delivers the food uniformly?"

Everything seems to have returned to the original period of collective production.

Ordinary members who have not read many books are confused.

This is no different from what Liu Fuwang did.

"Okay! OK! Build roads, breeding, building factories, opening commercial roads... they are all very good! Your child is indeed prepared!" Master Liu Ba understood what Liu Chunlai meant, "Baby, how long do you think our Liujiapo will take to destroy the life of poverty? Where does the money to start a family come from?"

Although Mr. Liu Ba praised him, he grasped the key.

Where did the capital come from to start a business?

"Eighth ancestors, if they only eat and wear warm clothes, every family can kill a big fat pig during the New Year, and each family has some living money to use for at most one year; if they want to live better than most, they will become the first group of people who become rich first, it will probably take five years." Liu Chunlai paused for a moment, and then said, "Doesn't there still be a batch of clothes in the warehouse of our public housing garment factory? I'm going to take people to sell them to the mountain city to use this as a starting capital..."

In the early 1980s, everyone knew that money was coming soon.

When he started his business, Liu Chunlai often sighed, what would he do if he were in the 1980s...

The old man looked at Liu Chunlai with his eyes like a knife.

This made Liu Chunlai feel sad.

After a while, the old man asked, "That batch of work clothes can't be sold at all."

"That's because our place is small, everyone is poor and can't bear to buy clothes. Shancheng is the largest success in the southwest, not to mention Rongcheng, most of them buy clothes!"
To be continued...