The Buddhist Cannon Fodder of Seventies [MTL]

Chapter 111 Victory

Next to the grain drying field are two warehouses. The walls were originally painted with the words "Poor and lower-middle peasants are the most valuable, and working people are the happiest."

At this moment, there is a large bamboo board hanging on the dirt wall, and two members, one on each side, are pasting notes on it.

The two numbers 1 and 0 are the easiest to distinguish. Even if you are illiterate, you will not recognize the mistake, so the vote counting speed is very fast.

Soon, the people below could tell the difference between winning and losing. Li Tiezhu approached Gu Mingdong and said with a smile: "Just wait and see, I said Uncle Jianguo will definitely be selected."

Gu Mingnan also said with a smile: "You can tell at a glance that our third uncle has more votes. Look how ugly the captain's face is."

Not just Li Tiezhu and Gu Mingnan, but anyone who can count and has eyes can see that Gu Jianguo has significantly more votes than Lao Liu.

"It seems that everyone thinks Jianguo is reliable."

"Who did you vote for?"

"Jianguo, my surname is not Liu."

"Shh, keep your voice down, don't let him hear you."

The members winked, gave each other knowing looks, and closed their mouths one after another.

Aunt Gu was even more relieved and restrained herself from smiling.

Naturally, the old Liu found out, and became more and more anxious. He secretly scolded those who ate his rice for being untrustworthy. They promised to vote for him, but in the end, he didn't know who they voted for.

But the voting was anonymous, and Lao Liu didn't know who was dishonest. He looked at the crowd and found that everyone was looking at him sincerely, without any sign of guilt.

I am afraid that I voted for someone else, and I will never admit it now.

Frustrated old Liu had no choice but to look at the sixth master of the Liu family again and again.

At this moment, the sixth master of the Liu family suddenly coughed shockingly, and fell forward, about to completely overwhelm the box containing the ballots.

"Sixth Master!" The old Liu exclaimed in surprise and stretched out his hand as if to pick it up.

Unexpectedly, before he could make a move, Gu Mingdong, who was in the audience, stepped forward and supported the sixth master of the Liu family. With great strength, he moved him directly to the steps next to him and sat down.

Gu Mingdong saw the little actions of the two people in his eyes. If he had just slowed down, Liu Ye would have replaced part of the ballot papers in his sleeves. Presumably, these ballot papers had already written 1.

Gu Mingdong took the initiative and raised his head and said, "Uncle Liu, I just said that Mr. Liu is old and shouldn't be tired. Look how tired this old man is."

After saying that, he was very considerate and helped to fan him.

"Master Liu, are you okay?"

"Looking at my face, I'm turning pale. Hey, I'm really old and can't bear it anymore."

"Captain, it's true. No matter how old Mr. Six is, he still has to come and sing votes."

"No, I feel tired just looking at it."

"Should we send him to the hospital? Don't cause any trouble during the Chinese New Year."

The Liu family's sixth master's expression froze. He didn't expect that Gu Mingdong would move so quickly that the piece of paper he hid in his pocket would have no room to be used.