Chapter 1036: Creating Something Out of Nothing 7

Feng Shuanzhu was already in tears when he said this, and he didn't even have the strength to speak. He finally tore off a small piece of white flour bun with his trembling hands and ate it, and drank a sip of water handed over by Aunt Feng.

Feng Qingxue frowned, "I remember that our Feng family is basically poor peasants, not even upper-middle peasants."

Feng Shuanzhu nodded, "Yes, although my family has a few acres of land, but our family has a large population at that time, and the harvest is not good, not enough to eat for a season, and we still have to rely on renting land or working for others to make a living, so we are classified as poor peasants."

"Who did you rent the land from? Didn't they say that there were no landlords in Caohu Brigade?" Lu Jiang asked.

Feng Shuanzhu replied: "The land in Caohu Village is barren. When the harvest comes, it may not be able to get the amount of seeds planted. Just like the crops in the field this year, a large area died, and the land was all white. Fifty kilograms of wheat seeds were planted, and most of them would definitely not be able to get fifty kilograms. Therefore, many people do not rent land in Caohu Village, but rent land in other villages."

After a pause, Feng Shuanzhu said to Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue: "You are military cadres. It is rare for you to go home. Don't get involved in these muddy waters, lest people notice your father's background again."

Compared to him, the fake landlord, the real landlord Lu Zhiyuan is much more dangerous.

"Don't worry, we know what to do." After Lu Jiang finished speaking, he turned to Feng Qingxue and asked: "Qingxue, did you bring paper? Take it out and let the second uncle write a complaint."

"I brought it, I brought it, it's in my bag." Even if he didn't bring it, he had to say that he brought it, not to mention that there was always paper and pen in the shoulder bag.

Lu Jiang flipped through the canvas shoulder bag and found paper and pen, and the pen was a fountain pen.

"The fountain pen given by the old leader." In fact, she had never used it much. She had kept it in her space. After she came back, she took it out and put it in her bag to protect herself.

When they heard that it was given by the old leader, Feng Shuanzhu and his wife and Aunt Feng Er were full of admiration.

Feng Shuanzhu's family had no tables, chairs or benches, so he lay on the ground to write. His wife put the remaining half of the steamed bun in her pocket.

"How should I write it?" Feng Shuanzhu didn't know how to start.

Lu Jiang often made reports and knew the format of the appeal materials. He squatted beside him to teach him. It was nothing more than name, age, ancestors' composition, etc., and then the main content of the appeal.

"I am a poor peasant, not a landlord!" This sentence is the main content of the appeal materials.

Feng Shuanzhu wrote this line tremblingly, and tears flowed down his wrinkled face. He sniffed, took the ink box handed by Lu Jiang, and pressed his fingerprint on the appeal materials.

Lu Jiang put away the complaint materials, "We will leave now, and we will be relieved as soon as possible."

"Thank you, Jiang, and I'm sorry to bother you and Xiaoxue." Feng Shuanzhu was grateful. He never thought in his life that the kindness he showed to Feng Qingxue and her sister would be a rope to pull him and his wife out of the sea of ​​suffering.

"Second uncle, please don't be polite. You are innocent and should not be treated like this."

Second aunt's reaction was to wipe the tears from her face.

When Feng Shuanzhu and his wife sent Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue to the door of their house, they saw Li Chengdong rushing over with a group of strong laborers. He took big steps and said in a rough voice: "Who dares to contact this bad element in my territory without my permission, Li Chengdong?"