Chapter 293 The Family's Devastating Blow

"Let me calculate, let me calculate."

The salesperson's voice was trembling.

Song Yiyuan didn't even glance at the female customer who was staring at him. He just looked over the crowd and glanced at Lin Qingqing who was standing at the door.

Well, people are still here.

The salesperson quickly packed the pajamas and calculated the price.

He said to Song Yiyuan, who had been watching him pack, "One hundred and ninety."

Song Yiyuan took out his wallet and tickets, with the tickets on top and the money on the bottom, both in small and large amounts.

He came out holding a pink paper bag: "Come on."

Lin Qingqing looked at the bag of clothes.

She just wanted to find a hole in the ground to crawl into.

"I'll buy it myself next time. You're disturbing other women's shopping."

"I'm the one watching, so you want me to choose."

Lin Qingqing: “…” If you only know a little bit about color, you can open a dyeing factory.

She glared at Song Yiyuan fiercely.

"Then come by yourself next time, don't drag me along."

After saying that, I went downstairs. The first floor mainly sold daily necessities and common side dishes.

"Where did you get the money?"

While she was looking for the candy stall, she asked the man who followed her closely.

"Grandma gave it to you. She said you spent a lot of money on things, so she's giving you some allowance."

"Give me the rest." Lin Qingqing stretched out her hand.

Song Yiyuan put the money in her hand, pulled out the lining of his pocket, and shrugged.

It means that I have handed it all in.

Lin Qingqing was amused by his action.

"Put your pajamas in your bag. What's the matter with a grown man carrying a pink bag?" She took the paper tape from Song Yiyuan's hand with both anger and laughter.

"It's unacceptable for a soldier to not have this kind of psychological quality."

He grabbed the woman's arm and moved her to his side, avoiding a person who was walking quickly towards him.

"Let's go shopping. There are too many people here."

The man's playful expression disappeared.

The man just now almost knocked Qingqing down.

"I want to buy four wash basins, two bars of soap, and four towels..."

Lin Qingqing's memory was very good and she listed a series of things she wanted to buy. These were all things she thought of after seeing the courtyard house.

There were shampoo and soap in the bathroom. Song Yiyuan had used up too much soap, so he had to buy two more for his family, separating the men and women.

I also need to prepare some towels to get me through those few days.

Song Yiyuan carefully wrote down what he wanted to buy: "Give me the wallet."

He took out the wallet, pulled out a few big unity notes and bills from it, and then handed the wallet back to Lin Qingqing.

"I'll queue up to buy the things, you just wait here by the pillar, let me see you."

The man lowered his head and spoke solemnly to the woman.

"Okay, then hurry up."

Lin Qingqing nodded and watched Song Yiyuan walk to a group of female journalists, admiring him snatching things from them.

A closer look at his face and the military uniform made those who had been trying to squeeze forward move aside.

Seeing that he bought the soap in just a few minutes, Lin Qingqing raised her eyebrows. For the first time, she felt that her man was quite capable.

"Qingqing."

Jiang Haixia was wearing the clothes that Lin Qingqing bought for her at S㹐, and she stood two steps away and shouted with an expressionless face.

Lin Qingqing turned around upon hearing the voice, her eyes full of surprise: "Did you find out?"

Jiang Haixia nodded.

Lin Qingqing pointed at Jiang Haixia and then pointed outside towards Song Yiyuan who was looking over.

The man nodded in understanding.

"Chudian said."

She walked quickly in front, out of the department store, and to the back of the military jeep. There was a wall behind it, which could block the view of outsiders.

"Where is the information you looked up?" she asked directly.

Jiang Haixia took out an elementary school pinyin exercise book from behind her and handed it forward.

Lin Qingqing took it in a daze, but couldn't help asking, "Why this kid?"

I feel like Jiang Haixia always does things that are unexpected.

"I'm looking for this family's child. They're looking for a tutor, and I recommended myself."

"Tutor?"

It really surprises her every time.

She thought Jiang Haixia would wear black and go to investigate at night.

Suddenly she thought of when she was in the army and those kids liked to hang around her.

"Well, except for how much money their family has, all other information is written here."

Lin Qingqing couldn't wait to open it.

When she was a child, she always listened to her great-grandfather talk about the past. In 1977 or 1978, there was a man-made disaster in her family. Because of a letter, her great-grandfather's grandfather made ideological mistakes and was reported.

Because the circumstances were serious, the entire family was sent to labor camps, some with more serious or lesser punishments. My great-grandfather was only eight years old at the time, and within a few years of the labor camp, his grandfather and father passed away one after another.

At that time, my great-grandfather suffered a lot. He was an orphan and a widow. Although he was not rebelled against later, all the ancient books and achievements of several generations of the Lin family were lost. It was not until 2021, when he was over 50 years old, that he rebuilt the Lin family.

She was still young at the time, and her great-grandfather only told her this incident as a story. He never mentioned who reported it. He only said that the person who reported it later rose to a high position in his career, and later even reached a point that he could not shake.

He suspected that the man had used the ancient books and achievements of the Lin family as a stepping stone to gain the respect of the country.

If it weren't for the devastating blow in 1979, the Lin family would have become increasingly prosperous, and would have created their own system of Traditional Chinese Medicine that has been passed down to later generations. So when the entire family was sentenced, my great-grandfather's grandfather knew it would be difficult to turn things around, and he and several uncles died of depression.

Lin Qingqing cleared her mind of the chaotic thoughts and looked at the information Jiang Haixia had investigated.

The head of the Lin family, Lin Dehua, is now 10 years old and currently heads the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department of the National Academy of Sciences. His wife, Wang Lingzhuan, works as a staff member at the Ministry of Education. They have two sons and one daughter.

These are my great-grandfather’s grandparents.

"My eldest son, Lin Jiangchun, is the leader of the TCM Group 1 at the National Research Institute. His wife, Wu Zhiping, is a pediatrician at the First People's Hospital. Their child... My third son, Lin Jiangxiao, is the leader of the TCM Group 1 at the National Research Institute. His wife, Zhang Shumei, is a nurse at the First People's Hospital. Their child, Lin Jinwen..."

Lin Jinwen is my great-grandfather's name.

The following pages describe the Lin family's daily routines and hobbies, as well as recent events.

From these materials she could see how hard their lives were now.

But the resentment and resentment in her great-grandfather's eyes when he passed away was something she, a seven-year-old girl, would never forget.

The only problem she had with returning to the 1970s through her original body was that her family had suffered a severe blow.