There is Room For Abandoned Women In the 1980s

Zheng Maoshan was so angry that he ordered his daughter sternly in front of the whole commune. ♦ൠ

Zheng Cuixiang has always been in the palm of her hand since she was a child. Not to mention scolding her in public, even at home, her father only scolded her once, and both times were because of Zheng Xinyue.

She hated Zheng Xinyue so much. Why didn't this convulsive girl let her die in the Zhang family and come back to oppose her everywhere?

When Zheng Cuixiang looked up, she found that everyone in the commune was looking at her and laughing at her. She suddenly couldn't help it, covered her face and ran away crying.

Zheng Maoshan felt so angry that his heart ached. He felt that everyone in the commune was laughing at him, so he sat back on his stool with a gloomy expression.

Secretary Du frowned and glared at him. He was in the middle of his speech just now, but when he picked it up again, he didn't have the same momentum as before. ☜

Zheng Xinyue held rock candy in her mouth, with a sweet taste in her mouth. She adjusted herself to a more comfortable sitting position and looked at the stage seriously.

Suddenly feeling a malicious gaze, she looked in the direction of the gaze. There were dozens of meters between the first team and the fifth team. Zhang Xiuxiu was hiding in the crowd and staring at her like a ghost.

She looked miserable. All her hair was shaved close to her scalp. The person who shaved her head was not very skilled. Her head looked like a scab, with bumps and bumps.

It seems like this girl is having a hard time these days! She was not allowed to wear a hat to hide her shame during meetings.

In this era, people who had their heads shaved were looked down upon. The whole commune saw Zhang Xiuxiu's ugly appearance. Will Zhang Xiuxiu still want to find a good husband?

Sometimes punishing a person does not necessarily mean beating her to death. Making her life worse than death is the best punishment.

Zheng Xinyue glanced at her ex-mother-in-law Ma Chunmei, who was sitting next to her. She was no better than her daughter. The scars on her face were all the work of her mother. She looked at her as if she wanted to eat her alive.

Zheng Xinyue looked away funny, I really don't know how the two of them had the nerve to hate her?

How could I have ended up today without harming others?

"Comrades! We must unite. Unity is strength. As long as we are united, we can defeat God. If it rains, it will rain."

Secretary Du waved his fists and spoke eloquently on the stage. Seeing that the people below did not cooperate, he frowned unhappily.

Several team captains clapped together, and the members behind them also followed suit. The ups and downs of applause obviously dissatisfied Secretary Du. He raised his hand and pressed down, and the applause suddenly stopped.

I drank wild vegetable porridge in the morning. After walking more than ten miles on the mountain road, who still has the energy to clap my hands?

"The captains of each production team will come to the stage in a moment and write down your guarantees."

After Secretary Du's mobilization speech was over, it was time for the Hongmen Banquet. He asked the production team leader to write down a guarantee, and he would settle the score with them if he failed to complete the task.

"I'm going to say the ugly things up front. If you can't complete the task as the production team leader, stop being a production team leader and go home and take care of your children!"

After the production captains all came on stage, Secretary Du narrowed his eyes and threatened them.

"Don't think about under-reporting. Five hundred kilograms per mu of land. According to this amount, how many acres of land your production team has? Find someone who can calculate it."

When the production team leader wanted to write something less, Secretary Du immediately cut off their escape route.

The expressions of several production captains suddenly changed. Whether they can produce 500 kilograms in a good harvest year depends on luck. This year is a disaster year. Where are they going to get food after writing so much?