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The green wheat seedlings swayed in the wind, the golden green leaves attracted the favor of nature, and the farmers and uncles pulled their trouser legs, carried baskets on their backs, and came to the field diligently, and began the diligent spring ploughing. It's like a thriving picture, it's beautiful!
When it is spring ploughing season, the farmers and uncles have to work hard in the fields.
However, the town cadres went to the fields to prevent the peasants from plowing the land, and they also forcefully demanded that the peasants' agricultural machinery be detained. If the farmer uncle doesn't farm, how can he live, so there is a conflict.
The video of the clash was exploded on the Internet, like a fuse, which quickly ignited. Thousands of netizens felt sorry for the farmer uncle and began to have heated discussions on the Internet.
Soon, there was good news from the official briefing, and a working group was formed to investigate the matter!
At present, through the investigation, the deputy secretary of the town party committee has been dismissed.
Soon we came to the official news that we were very happy about, and at the same time we were concerned about the fact that no one was allowed to prevent the agricultural machinery from going to the field! The peasants and uncles could now work in the fields.
Actually, I think that the farmers and uncles just want to work in the fields and farm plainly, and they don't want to make things bigger, but things are getting bigger and bigger.
Netizens said that it is necessary to prevent such incidents from happening again!
The grain we eat now is all grown by the farmer's uncle.
When we were children, we learned the poem "Shoe Harvest Day in the afternoon", sweat drops into the soil, who knows that the Chinese food on the plate, the grains are hard This poem, I think, to be a man, can not forget the roots!
春种一粒粟, 秋收万颗子。
Spring ploughing not only roots the best wishes of the golden autumn in the field of hope, but also sprinkles the hard work and sweat of the farmer uncle in the golden land, just like my food and clothing parents, sowing my distress for the farmers and sowing my understanding of the farmers.
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