Flip the table and divide the family property! Take his wife and daughter into the mountains and eat

The office in the east wing of the Kaoshantun Brigade Headquarters.

Through a frosted glass window, Women's Director Wang Xiulan was holding an enamel teacup, her eyes fixed intently on the view outside.

The courtyard was bustling with activity as Zhao Shanhe stood in front of a row of large trucks recruiting workers.

"Wow, only 50 yuan a month, plus meals and meat..."

Wang Xiulan blew on the steam rising from the teacup, her heart filled with unease.

These days, life is tough. Her husband, Li Baotian, used to work at a brick factory in the county, firing kilns. He was a very strong man.

But the brick factory was in a slump recently and laid off a number of people, so Li Baotian returned to the village in a sorry state.

With several mouths to feed, how can the meager harvest from the land be enough?

She just saw Li Baotian also queue up to test his strength, carrying that 100-pound iron chain for three laps without even panting.

Logically speaking, this physique should definitely be up to standard.

But Wang Xiulan was uneasy.

There are plenty of able-bodied men in the surrounding villages; this is a golden opportunity, and countless eyes are eyeing it. Why would Zhao Shanhe insist on using Li Baotian? Isn't it all because of personal connections?

"We need to think of a way to curry favor with Shanhe and solidify this matter..."

Wang Xiulan tapped her fingers lightly on the table, her brows furrowed.

Zhao Shanhe is now a god of wealth, he has no shortage of money or things, and he doesn't even know what to give as a gift.

Just when Wang Xiulan was worried about not having a chance to show her loyalty.

"Get out of the way! Everyone get out of the way!!"

"We've caught a scoundrel! Get Director Wang out here and take a look at this filthy thing!!"

Suddenly, a commotion, even more horrific than the slaughter of a pig during the Lunar New Year, erupted from the courtyard gate.

Immediately afterwards, Guiying's raspy voice pierced through the thick curtain and exploded right in Wang Xiulan's ears.

"Damn it, who's causing trouble at this hour?"

Wang Xiulan's brows furrowed, and a surge of anger rose within her. This was a crucial moment for Zhao Shanhe's recruitment; who would dare to provoke him?

Wang Xiulan slammed her teacup down on the table, straightened her blue cloth apron, grabbed the thin bamboo pointer she usually used to tap the blackboard during meetings, and put on a stern, unyielding "Bao Gong" face.

She took a deep breath, adopted the imposing manner of a women's director, and abruptly lifted the curtain.

……

The entrance to the Kaoshantun Brigade Headquarters.

"Get out of the way! Everyone get out of the way!!"

"We've caught a scoundrel! Get Director Wang out here and take a look at this filthy thing!!"

With a loud, hoarse shout from Sister Guiying, the crowd that had been gathered in front of the truck to register scattered like a tidal wave.

All eyes instantly focused on the two people who were being carried in by several older women.

This scene was truly impactful.

Lin Qiang was standing in the middle of the yard in an extremely bizarre, even ergonomically incorrect, posture.

Because the urine in his crotch had completely frozen solid, his knees couldn't bend at all.

He stood with his legs spread apart, knees straight, buttocks sticking out, and upper body leaning forward, looking just like a shrimp that had been thrown into a freezer and flash-frozen.

"Sizzle... sizzle..."

That was the sound of his shoes dragging on the ground.

What's most eye-catching is his crotch.

In front of us was a large expanse of yellow ice, irregularly shaped and gleaming strangely under the midday sun.

And behind his buttocks... there really was "a big red lantern hanging high".

The two buttocks, having been exposed to the cold and wind for a long time, had turned a deep purple-red and looked brittle.

On his left buttock, there was still a half-print of a muddy, woven shoe sole—the mark Aunt Fatty had given him earlier to keep him in line.

Lin Dapao, who was squatting next to him, was in an even worse state. He was clutching his old waist, which was swollen like a steamed bun, and his face was covered with bloody scratches from tree branches. There were also a few rotten straws stuck in his hair. He looked like an old sparrow whose nest had just been raided, huddled there and dared not raise his head.

"What's going on? Why are you shouting like that!"

At this moment, Wang Xiulan, with her stern and impartial face, walked up the steps with her pointer in hand.

Her gaze swept over them, and seeing the disheveled state of the father and son, she was secretly delighted, but her face remained as cold as ice.

"Director Wang! This father and son are outrageous!"

The fat aunt threw Lin Qiang to the ground and loudly complained:

"That father and son were sneaking around behind Zhao Shanhe's house. The little guy had just jumped down from the wall, naked, while the old man was hiding in the woodpile! I think they're up to no good; they want to break in and steal something!"

"Stealing?"

Wang Xiulan's face darkened. She first glanced at Lin Qiang, who looked like a shrimp, then pointed at his shiny yellow crotch and shouted sharply:

"Lin Qiang, Lin Dapao! What are you two up to?!"

"Wandering around naked in broad daylight? Do they think there's no law in our village?!"

"I'm innocent, Director!!"

When Lin Qiang saw Wang Xiulan, he felt like he had seen a relative. He didn't care about being embarrassed anymore and started yelling, snot bubbles even coming out of his nose:

"I didn't steal anything! I'm a victim! I was bitten by a dog!"

"Aunt Wang, look at my bottom! The dog tore my cotton pants to shreds! I'm innocent!"

"Biten by a dog?"

Wang Xiulan sneered, her gaze sweeping over Lin Qiang like a boning knife, filled with contempt:

"With hundreds of people and so many dogs in the village, why do they only bite you and not others?"

"And stop spouting nonsense! Even if a dog bit your butt, what happened to your crotch?"

As Wang Xiulan spoke, she walked steadily toward Lin Qiang.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, she suddenly swung the pointer in her hand.

In front of hundreds of men and women in the village, as well as young women and wives who were covering their mouths and secretly laughing.

"Slap! Slap!"

Wang Xiulan's pointer struck precisely and accurately the hard, yellow lump of ice in Lin Qiang's crotch.

"Thump! Thump!"

The sound was crisp, clear, and even had a metallic quality.

You can tell from the sound that it's frozen solid!

The entire venue fell silent for a second.

"Wow! Goodness!"

Wang Xiulan feigned surprise, raising an eyebrow and poking the ice with her pointer:

"Its hardness is such that you could use it to crack walnuts, right?"

"Lin Qiang, don't tell me this was also caused by a dog bite? And this dog vomited a whole popsicle-like substance all over your crotch? And it was yellow, no less?"

"boom--!!!"

Now, even in the most serious situations, they can't hold back anymore.

The villagers watching the commotion burst into laughter, their laughter nearly lifting the roof off the brigade headquarters.

"Hahaha! That's because he was so scared he peed his pants and they froze!"

"Thump, thump! Lin Qiang must have practiced the 'Golden Bell Shield Iron Crotch' technique!"

"Oh my god, this is so disgusting! Yellow popsicles! How could Director Wang even think of that!"

Hearing the crisp "thump-thump" sound and seeing the mocking looks from those around him, Lin Qiang's face instantly turned a deep purplish-red, and he wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into on the spot.

This is practically a public execution!

I'm so ashamed I can't face anyone anymore!

"I...I..."

Lin Qiang was filled with shame and indignation. After stammering for a long time, he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence:

"That's water! I fell into a puddle!"

"A puddle?"

At this moment, Guiying's wife, who had been silent all along, couldn't hold back any longer and shouted in a loud voice:

"Director Wang! Don't listen to his nonsense! Where are there puddles in the middle of winter?"

"I think they're just jealous that our country is so developed now, and they wanted to climb over the wall to steal the meat hanging under the eaves! They got caught by a dog!"

"Stealing meat?!"

The moment this charge was brought up, Wang Xiulan's expression changed instantly.

In those days, meat was a precious commodity, especially since Zhao Shanhe was now working for the country to export it.

Wang Xiulan slapped her thigh suddenly, pointed her pointer at the Lin father and son, and roared angrily. This accusation was extremely serious:

"How dare you!!"

"Zhao Shanhe is out there recruiting workers for the country and generating foreign exchange for the village! And you two scoundrels actually tried to steal his supplies?!"

"What kind of behavior is this? This is sabotage of production! This is undermining socialism!!"

Upon hearing the charge, Lin Dapao was terrified. Ignoring his aching back, he knelt down with a thud.

"Director! Don't label me! I'm his father-in-law! I was just visiting! Can't I even see my daughter?"

"Visiting someone's place?"

Wang Xiulan pointed to the huge footprint on Lin Dapao's buttocks and sneered:

"Lin Dapao, do you think I'm a fool?"

"What father-in-law watches over his daughter by climbing over a two-meter-high wall and hiding in a woodpile?"

"You're clearly the thief crying 'stop thief!'"

"No! I really did go see my daughter! Old woman! Old woman, where have you been? Come out and testify!"

Lin Dapao shouted desperately at the crowd.

But by this time, Liu was already ashamed and disappeared into the crowd.

"Still trying to argue!"

Wang Xiulan turned around and shouted to the militia company commander beside her:

"Militia company! Tie these two hooligans who attempted to steal and sabotage production up!"

"Go! Call the commune police station! Tell them to come and pick him up! Our Kaoshantun village won't tolerate this kind of filth!"

Police station?!

Upon hearing those three words, Lin Qiang completely broke down.

If he goes to jail, his life is over!

"No! Don't arrest me! I'll confess! I'll confess everything!!"

Lin Qiang trembled with fear and instinctively wanted to kneel down and beg for mercy.

"Aunt Wang! Aunt Pang! Spare me! I'll kneel down and beg you!!"

Lin Qiang cried out, his legs buckling as he tried to kneel.

however.

He forgot his current situation.

The lump of ice in my crotch that had just been thumped was a remarkably solid physical entity.

Just as he forcibly bent his knees, intending to kneel down...

"Snap—!!!"

A sharp, teeth-grinding sound, like ice cracking, was particularly clear in the yard.

This time, it wasn't the pointer that struck them.

It was the ice plate in my crotch that broke in half under the immense pressure!

Countless sharp ice shards, like broken glass, instantly pierced into the most delicate skin on the inner thigh.

It might even have... clamped onto some indescribable parts.

Time seemed to stand still for a second.

Followed by.

"Awooo!!!"

A heart-wrenching, inhuman scream erupted from Lin Qiang's throat.

His eyes bulged out, his face turned deathly pale, and he jerked as if electrocuted before falling straight backward.

"Bang!"

He slammed to the ground like a wooden stake, clutching his crotch with both hands, rolling wildly in the snow, foaming at the mouth and rolling his eyes back.

At that moment, all the men in the room instinctively squeezed their legs together and gasped.

That sound...it hurts just to hear it!