The scorching sun scorched the threshing floor of the Red Star Brigade, and the air was filled with a dry earthy smell and the pungent smell of burning diesel. The cicada screamed hoarsely on the old locust tree, which made people upset. "Su Dahai! You have to pay the eight hundred yuan today, or you have to pay it if you don't!" A sharp roar tore through the sweltering afternoon heat. Production captain Wang Degui put his hands on his hips and sprayed spittle far away. His fleshy face turned the color of liver due to extreme anger and excitement, and a big fat hand almost poked the tip of the nose of the rickety man opposite him. "This is collective property! Dongfanghong Tractor! Your whole family can't even afford to sell it to you!" Wang Degui spat fiercely, with a look in his eyes that said he wanted to eat someone to pieces. "If you destroy the big guy of the collective, this is sabotaging production! Take it.
