Chapter 56
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There were seven or eight vehicles driving over. The one in the lead was a World War II American Jeep, followed by three armored vehicles and a metering truck.
After the vehicles stopped at the entrance of the village, heavily armed NY soldiers jumped out of the vehicles. At this time, a NY officer got out of the American jeep. After the officer got out, he shouted at the soldiers behind him.
Soon, the soldiers followed the officer's orders and walked towards the village. What had happened? Had something happened? It's not a good thing for so many soldiers to come here! Shut up, women shouldn't talk about such things. I'll go and see what's going on later.
The tone of the old man standing behind the middle-aged woman changed. It was as if he had become a different person, as if he was the head of the family. Old man, don't go. I don't feel good. Don't go! The middle-aged woman grabbed her husband's hand nervously. Seeing the concern in his wife's eyes, the old man's heart wavered.
He decided not to go. While they were in a stalemate, the sound of a loudspeaker came from the village square. Everyone in the village listened. Everyone in the village listened. Quickly gather at the square. There was an important announcement. Hearing the loudspeaker, the old man sighed. It seemed like he had no choice but to go.
There were many people standing in the village square. Other than the soldiers with guns, there were also villagers. At this time, many villagers were rushing over from their homes and farms. Of course, this also included the middle-aged woman and her family. After the villagers gathered, an officer held a loudspeaker and shouted at the villagers.
Hello everyone, I'm the person in charge of this area. It's my first time meeting you, and I'm very pleased to meet you.
The villagers thought to themselves, We don't want to know you, nor do we want to meet you. However, they couldn't say it out loud. Today, I'm here to collect money and grain. Hearing this, the villagers immediately started discussing among themselves. We handed over the grain last month!
That's right, the grain collector came to our village. I still have their handwritten notice here. Why are they collecting grain again? Facing the noisy villagers, the officer held a baton in one hand and a loudspeaker in the other. He continued to shout at the villagers, "Shut up, you poor bastards. All of you shut up.
I told you to hand over some grain, but you're wasting so much time talking. Do you think I made this decision? Your way of thinking is wrong. This decision was made by our great president. Everyone must listen to the president's orders. Contribute to the prosperity of our Yunnan country!
It's not that we don't want to pay, we already paid last month ~! Furthermore, our village handed in 50 more loads of grain than the other villages. The grain collection officer even commented that our village was the most proactive in collecting grain.
Before the villager could finish his sentence, he smacked the officer in the face with a stick. You bitch, country bumpkin, did I ask you to speak? Damn you for daring to question our great and wise president.
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