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In Wang Zipeng's youth, the thing that made him the least satisfied, least contented, least ideal, and most unhappy was the matter of marriage. At that time, because of his family's poverty, who would like him? However, Wang Zipeng was not in a rush. He was not in a hurry, his old man was in a hurry. At the age when a son should be married, how could an old man not be anxious? In the winter of 1966, under the introduction of the matchmaker, the parents arranged a marriage for Zi Peng. Wang Zipeng had initially disagreed with this marriage, because he was a filial son, how could he deny the old man's face? Moreover, his family was indeed poor. Thus, he had no choice but to agree. She was Peach Blossom Team's Ding Xiaofeng. Ding Xiaofeng was 17 at the time, and her height was 1.55 meters, her appearance was average. She had lost her mother as a child, and under the control of her stepmother, she only knew how to do heavy physical work. She never asked or taught about needlework, how to handle things, courtesy and modesty, and other things that were essential to a person's life. Hence, her personality and personality were out of place with others. This was also the main reason why Wang Zipeng and Ding Xiaofeng started to dislike each other later on.

In the spring of 1967, Wang Zipeng and Ding Xiaofeng were married. After living together for a period of time, they realised Ding Xiaofeng's selfishness. If she didn't get up in the morning to cook, his mother-in-law would already have something ready to eat. When she first arrived, a year had passed, and so it was; not cleaning, not wiping the table; quarrelling with her adoptive father at home, constantly bullying him, hurting the old man's self-esteem; doing physical work, but not so good at making things rough and fooling around; being suspicious and suspicious all day long; being suspicious without reason or reason; not taking into account the consequences; hearing rumors that the wind was the rain; being told that she was grateful for her estrangement; being disobedient, whether it was the old man's words or those of Zi Peng, only the outsider's words meant what she said …

As a result of all of these, resulting in emotional discord, no common language, no common ideals, no basis for love. How could Wang Zipeng fit with such a woman? Thus, in 1971, Wang Zipeng proposed to divorce him. Logically speaking, the reason for the divorce was very good. However, the two old men refused to agree to anything. As Wang Zipeng was a filial son, when he saw the old man lose his temper, he could only be angry with himself and suffer. He and his wife slept separately for a year. His wife was on the kang, and Zi Peng was on the kang, with the child in the middle. His wife was on the kang, and Zi Peng was on the kang. After more than a year of this, the two of them did not live a married life. What Zi Peng meant was that he wanted to alienate her and let her ask for a divorce first. In this way, it would be easier to speak in front of the old man. However, the stubborn Ding Xiaofeng was very stubborn. Her life was different than Yi's divorce, this caused Zi Peng to be extremely troubled …

One day, she was working in the production team and heard someone say, "Your family's Wang Zipeng and our team's brother are walking together on the road. Their relationship must not be normal." When she finished listening to these words, she immediately flew into a rage and became furious in front of all the other members of the club. It caused the member who was digging the ground to put down his hoe, and the member who was digging the ground stopped moving forward. They all listened with pricked ears to the insults of a shrew. After work, he even went to find her at home. In the end, it turned out to be another ridiculous scolding. You say, this isn't a pure 250?

Wang Zipeng had a lot of love for Ding Xiaofeng from the moment they first got married, and it later developed into a hostile force. You say, how can his heart not ache? The two old men pressed on the issue of not letting him get a divorce, causing a filial son to suffer. As his body was heavily injured, not long after, Wang Zipeng suffered from acute bronchitis, which, coupled with his burning heart, developed into a chronic bronchial asthma. It made him hard to eat and swallow, difficult to sleep, short of breath on the way, short of breath in the chest. As a result, he stayed in the Erdaojiang's Health Center for emergency treatment and stayed there for more than 20 days. Although the disease had been relieved, the root of the disease still remained. When he got home, he thought about it. Divorce, the old man disagreed. No divorce, how long would it take? But remembering his mother's deep affection for him, he didn't want to make the old man sad. He would rather suffer himself than make his mother angry. Up until now, this marriage of life and death had lasted till now …

During Wang Zipeng's time as the production team's accountant and captain, he had often met with criteria for recruitment. (TL: OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG/ If he was hired by a coal mine or a steel mill, he would give it to someone else. Later, in the summer of 1973, he had an uncle in the Wudao River Coal Mine, where he recruited children. Zi Peng's uncle braved the heat to hand him the recruitment forms and let him work as a coal miner. He was glad, who would have thought, that the brigade would not let him go on the job offer his own family had given him. Why? Because he was a Party member, he was the head of the production team.

When Wang Zipeng took the recruitment forms to the group of secretary, Cui Renyi, and signed it, he shook his head like a thousand waves. No, no. Cui Renyi, 44 years old, long face, thinner. He said:

"Zi Peng, you and I are both members of the Communist Party. It's not that I don't want you to be a worker, but now that you're the captain of the sixth team, if we don't take responsibility, who will? "It's better to give up working as a worker and be at ease being a good captain."

These words of his didn't make Wang Zipeng so angry that his nose became crooked. He flung the door open and walked out of the Village Party Branch without looking back. Zi Peng thought, if Cui Renyi doesn't argue, there must be a reason for him to do so. In one breath, he ran all the way to the Erdaojiang Rural Party Committee. As a Party member, he had to look for the Party Secretary. Coincidentally, Deputy Secretary of the Party Committee Ding Xianchun had just returned from a meeting. At this moment, Zi Peng walked into the secretary's office, panting heavily. Secretary Ding saw that his face was covered in perspiration and immediately said:

"Zi Peng, what's going on? The sweat on your face is already flowing. Quickly sit down and rest. If you have something to say, say it slowly."

The Secretary Ding was called Ding Xi Chun, 33 years old, with a height of 1.8 meters. He was wearing a Chinese tunic suit. With a glance, one could tell that he was a very capable leader. After resting for a while, Zi Peng said to the Secretary Ding:

"Secretary Ding, there is one thing you have to consider."

He then told Secretary Ding about the matter of recruiting workers from the beginning to the end. After the Secretary Ding heard this, he laughed and said:

"Zi Peng, recruiting is a good thing. Moreover, this recruitment was not a target for the village. It was something that an individual had fought for. According to the rules, they should be allowed to leave. As for not letting Cui Renyi leave, that was not reasonable. But then again, even if he didn't want you to leave, there was nothing I could do about it. I'll call Cui Renyi and discuss this with him. No matter what, I'm still his superior. "

"Secretary Ding has troubled you. I will go back first."

Exiting the office of the Secretary Ding, Wang Zipeng felt that the Secretary Ding was very reasonable. However, Cui Renyi was the leader of the group. This little ghost was truly hard to deal with! Two days later, Wang Zipeng came to find Cui Renyi to sign again, but he refused to sign. He thought that Wang Zipeng would report him to the Party committee. Don't you think you can sue? The more you tell me, the more I won't let you go. Let's see what you, Wang Zipeng, can do to me …

Coincidentally, Zi Peng's younger brother, Wang Wen, had just graduated from the sixteenth high school that year. After Zi Peng returned home, he heard that his younger brother had graduated, so he told his younger brother:

"Wen Zhan, it just so happens that you have graduated. You still have two days to fill in the recruitment form that uncle gave you. Go and report for the medical examination tomorrow."

At this point in time, this recruitment form had not died prematurely. Not long after, Wang Wen had gone to work at Wu Dao River Coal Mine for two years, and the hidden pain from the recruitment was still tormenting him. This caused him to feel disheartened and dispirited. He was unable to persevere any longer. He thought:

"Wasn't it because he was a Party member that he had been captain for so many years in Team Six? Then, if the Party members were gone, the Captain would naturally be gone, so he thought of leaving the Party. When he could not sleep, he thought: "The Party raised me, educated me, made me serve the people, gave me honor, and gave me power. How could I not be grateful?" How can I eat water and forget to dig a well? On the other hand, he thought: If I am not a member of the Party, can you not let my uncle give me a job offer? If we continue to work like this, when will we be able to take the lead? " The more he thought about it, the narrower his heart became. Thus, the latter conquered the former, and he finally made up his mind to leave the Party.

It was a night in the late autumn of 1975 when Wang Zipeng wrote a thick application for retirement. He imprinted three copies on paper. One copy was given to the Erdaojiang Rural Party Committee, one copy was given to the Taoyuan Village Party Branch, and the other copy was kept by himself. The current Secretary of Erdaojiang Rural Party Committee was called Ma Gui Xiang, nicknamed Blind Ma. After Wang Zipeng submitted his application for retirement, his heart became much more relaxed. He felt as relieved as he did; he was also mentally prepared for a decision to be made by the Party committee.

The days passed one by one until finally, on the eighth day, a Saturday afternoon, the secretary of the Erdaojiang Rural Party Committee, Ma Gui Xiang, came to Zi Peng's house alone. Ma is in his forties, is a little fat, wears a pair of glasses, speaking slowly. Secretary Ma asked as soon as he entered:

"Is this Wang Zipeng's home?" Zi Peng walked out of the house and said,

"Yes, I am Wang Zipeng. Ouch! Isn't this Secretary Ma? How could a dignified Party Secretary walk into a valley? What brought you here? "

"Isn't this all your doing, brat?"

"Secretary Ma, didn't I quit the party already? You can just notify the Party branch of the Taoyuan Brigade. Why walk so far? "Look at how tired you are, hurry up and come in. Let's sit and talk."

"Since I'm here today, I don't plan on leaving. Tonight, I'll stay here and have a good chat with you."

Wang Zipeng saw that Secretary Ma was already over 40 years old, but being so concerned about a normal Party member who was about to fall behind, being so protective and being so stubborn, his eyes became moist.

At night, Secretary Ma and Wang Zipeng slept in the same room, and the two of them talked to each other for an entire night. Secretary Ma finally convinced Wang Zipeng with sincere examples. Wang Zipeng expressed:

"Secretary Ma, thank you for your concern for my political life. Thank you for your love and care for an ordinary Party member. It was you who extended your hand of fraternity, saved me, saved a member of the Party who was about to fall behind, saved my political life. Secretary Ma, punish me. No matter what punishment, I will accept it. " Secretary Ma laughed and said:

"Foolish brat, if I wanted to punish you, why would I waste so much effort? A single sentence from the party assembly can solve the problem. Why pursue so far away? "As long as they don't mention leaving the Party, working well as the captain and serving the people, then it would be as if nothing had happened."

With that said, he took out the 'application to leave the Party' from his backpack and handed it over to Zi Peng.

The second day was Sunday. Wang Zipeng led Secretary Ma to walk around production team and visited a few farmers. In the afternoon, Secretary Ma walked back. The Secretary Ma left, but Wang Zipeng thought long and hard about it: For a member of the Communist Party to be so passionate about his work and so concerned about his comrades, it was truly admirable, truly worthy of respect. In comparison, Zi Peng felt very ashamed and small. For his own self-interest, he had even abandoned the Party members. How could he be worthy of being groomed by the Party for so many years? At this moment, Zi Peng secretly made up his mind that he would not let down the efforts of the Party to cultivate him, that he would not let down the efforts of the Secretary Ma, that he would not let down the trust of the entire team. From now on, I have to do my job well and show them what I can do...

"Dad, it's time to eat." Her daughter's shout broke Wang Zipeng's train of thoughts.

The sun had already risen very high, and the thick morning mist was being scattered by the ten thousand golden rays of the fiery sun. They turned into steam and floated into the air, gathering into white clouds.

The fog dispersed, the sun's strong light on the ginseng, see each curtain of ginseng growth good, lush green. Under the light of the sun, it radiated a green lustre. The most attractive part were the ginseng seed s. Each ginseng had 5 forks, the middle one was dried, and each stem was more than a foot tall. At the top of the stalk was a completely red ginseng seed. Right now, the ginseng seed was about to be harvested. The ginseng seed was fiery red and the ginseng leaves were emerald green. At a glance, it was truly beautiful, truly beautiful, truly beautiful. It was as if they had arrived in a fairyland …