The two stood side by side and looked forward for a moment. Tang Minjie said: "We don't have enough manpower for land reform. What should we do next?"

"The old rule is to start with Arrancar." Peng Yueyun said, "In large places, the first wave of public opinion propaganda has laid the foundation. Now the whole Jiangnan is in chaos, and negative teaching materials have also been published... Among more than 37,000 villages, first of all

It was determined that there were a large number of people and there were big landowners. As for the landowners, they negotiated first and took back the fields uniformly. This time they refused to agree. The difficulty was mainly in price negotiation. As for the masses, a working group settled in and started to conduct publicity and classes. A total of about

Ten classes, finishing the class, taking the exam, and then dividing the fields, this process..."

"After class...exam?"

Peng Yueyun tilted his head and smiled: "You can pass the test by writing your name and the words "Huaxia"... The exam is not difficult, but setting a threshold for them and setting rewards will make them more aware of the nation and people's livelihood.

, civil rights, and people’s wisdom, the four people’s terms, even if it is to get the land, they will restrict the resistance of the landlords. At the same time, during these ten lessons, discrimination and absorption can be used

Compared with those recruited from outside, this group of activists has a larger base and is purer, and may become the backbone of the future..."

Peng Yueyun talked about these things, and Tang Minjie listened quietly. They then talked about a lot of things, including the details of Tang Minjie's current work, including the lives of those night-scented women. Peng Yueyun also listened quietly. It was approaching evening.

At that time, the two had a simple dinner together. Tang Minjie set up the mule cart and wanted to go back to Wenpu Town to wait for the harvest of night fragrance the next day. Peng Yueyun was scheduled to go to other places. He used to be responsible for external intelligence work. This time

The knife edge is inward, and a lot of work still needs to be kept secret.

"...I have a very good friend in Wenpu who works in the county. When I came here, I mentioned your affairs to him. If there is something that can't be handled at the moment, brother, you can

Go find him, his name is..."

Before parting, when Peng Yueyun mentioned these arrangements, Tang Minjie smiled and shook his head: "It's unnecessary, don't do these things." He said: "I have gone home, what else can happen."

"It's convenient if you want to contact me." Peng Yueyun said.

After the two said goodbye, Tang Minjie set up the mule cart and headed towards Wenpu Town as usual. At that time, the sunset gradually set, casting a magnificent pale color between the sky and the earth. He could see villages everywhere along the winding mountain road.

Most of the villages here are lonely and dilapidated, and people in ragged clothes live a peaceful life. These lives have not changed too much because of the arrival of the Chinese army. Even though there are occasional cars patrolling, and occasionally people come to read newspapers.

, practicing medicine, life itself is still ordinary and boring.

The earth-shaking changes in Chengdu, Zizhou and other places have not penetrated into the administrative branches of this land for the time being.

Halfway along the road, his dung cart passed by a simple cart with a bamboo flag. The vendors and newspaper readers on the cart were as lazy and tired as usual. They were working on this road day after day.

As he walked through the dilapidated villages on the road, the storyteller simply told a few attractive stories and read some mechanical news. Sometimes when he was in a good mood, he would chat with the rich people or old scholars in the village.

Fan.

The setting sun sinks into the sky like it sinks into the sea, and on the teacher's side, the sharp scalpel in his hand is already sinking into the smallest texture of the land. Now many people are about to scream, so his

There seemed to be blood surging in my heart.

As the mule cart moved forward, he hummed a song and imagined all this in the afterglow of the setting sun.

What is the teacher doing at this time?

It must be very satisfying to be able to do these things, right?

Want to get involved.

such a pity……

Life has been wasted there.
Chapter completed!