Chapter 322 Slander

The people under the Revolutionary Committee generally have low education levels, and most of them can only recognize their own names.

They are even more sensitive to foreign languages ​​than Chinese.

"Comrade, I didn't expect your Revolutionary Committee to have so many reactionary things. You even oppose the national announcement of the resumption of the college entrance examination."

Su Nanzhi took a step closer and looked at the questions in his hand that she was going to take to the college entrance examination cram school, her face full of sarcasm.

The leading man couldn't help but sweat on his forehead.

They can oppose many things, but they cannot be reactionary organizations.

"Comrade Su, our members are uneducated and may have made a mistake. Please forgive me." As he said that, the leading man couldn't help but look at Su Nanzhi.

He didn't expect that Su Nanzhi was still a high school student.

Xue Jiawang, who was standing by, noticed the surprise on his face and snorted coldly.

"Our Nanzhi is not a student. She is a temporary teacher at No. 2 Middle School."

"Don't slander people."

Xue Jiawang also saw clearly what the man wrote on the paper, and he couldn't help feeling a little proud despite being alert.

However, he hoped that the Revolutionary Committee would stop there.

It was impossible to stop beating her. The man who had just been hit on the head continued to rummage through the drawer as if he had no intention of catching Su Nanzhi.

Soon he took out a few more newspapers.

This time he did not rush to take it to the leading man to take credit. Instead, he lowered his head to take a look at it first. Unfortunately, he was illiterate and could not recognize anything except the simplest words.

It was the leading man who snatched the newspaper away.

Su Nanzhi knew what the newspaper in his hand looked like at just a glance.

"My father sacrificed his life for the country." Su Nanzhi sat on a chair nearby with a calm expression.

The words on the newspaper were very large, and even Xue Jiawang, who was standing farthest from the Revolutionary Committee, could see them clearly.

The newspaper rustled, and the headline "Memorial service for combat hero Comrade Su Zhiyuan held today" was in bold black font, with a black and white photo of Su Minglang next to it.

The leading man's hand loosened involuntarily, and the newspaper fell to the ground.

Su Nanzhi stood up, took the lead and slapped the newspaper on the man's chest with a questioning tone.

"So you're trying to chill the hearts of the martyrs' children now?"

Her voice was cold, yet full of sarcasm.

"When my father died, Lu Qiaoyun and Huang Baogui were still playing with mud."

Su Nanzhi's voice suddenly rose. She stared at the people on the Revolutionary Committee and said, "As Miao Jingyi's daughter, I've never known the Miao family's background. How could Lu Qiaoyun, who has never met my mother, know this?"

"This is a false accusation!"

As if not giving up, she snatched another newspaper from the leading man and waved it.

"As an advanced worker at the tractor factory, I solemnly protest against someone putting the label of capitalism on me."

When the leading man heard her words, a panicked expression appeared on his face. He looked down at the newspaper that was stuffed into his arms again.

In the newspaper, Su Nanzhi was standing in front of a tractor with her hands on her hips and a bright smile on her face. The newspaper also reported on the new reforms in several tractor factories, which was like a huge slap in his face.

How come two people from the same family have been featured in newspapers and both of them have occupied the front page of the newspapers?

When someone reports something, they come to investigate and may even steal something. This is the first time they've encountered a tough guy like Su Nanzhi.

He looked around the main room. It was empty except for a few old pieces of furniture, and it looked like a bare house.

Su Nanzhi picked up the newspaper that fell on the ground.

Su Minglang's newspaper was given to her by Xue Jiawang. She didn't expect it to come in handy now.

But she didn't think the Revolutionary Committee would give up just because of two newspapers.

Sure enough, I heard the leading man speak.

"Since Lu Qiaoyun dared to report it, she must have evidence." Although the leading man thought Su Nanzhi was poor, the Su family's old house was quite large...

"It's an honor to have a martyr in your family, but being a martyr is not a shield for you."

"Being an advanced worker doesn't prove anything. It just means you work hard."

The leading man spoke seriously, but his eyes were extremely greedy.

"But today, considering that your family has produced a martyr, we will prepare sufficient evidence next time. Don't blame us for being ruthless then."

Su Nanzhi frowned, sensing the man's reluctance to give up.

As soon as the people from the Revolutionary Committee left, the neighbors of Baihua Lane who had been standing at the gate of the courtyard watching from afar immediately came over.

"Nanzhi, is what the Revolutionary Committee just said true?"

The person who spoke was Aunt Gongsun.

Ever since Su Nanzhi refused her introduction last time, Aunt Gongsun looked at her blankly whenever she saw Su Nanzhi on the street.

After Su Nanzhi and "Lin Sen" got married, Aunt Gongsun did a lot of work on her gossip.

Aunt Gongsun's face was filled with excitement. Seeing that Su Nanzhi ignored her, she didn't get angry either. She said to the people around her, "More than ten years have passed. I still remember what Nanzhi's mother looked like. She was beautiful and dressed elegantly. You could tell at a glance that her family was well-off..."

Su Nanzhi didn't want to pay attention to her at first, but seeing that she was getting more and more outrageous, she couldn't help but interrupt her immediately.

"Aunt Gongsun, at your age, not only are you a chatterbox, but you're also hard of hearing. How can your family really let you go out alone?"

Su Nanzhi turned to look at the crowd watching the excitement, "If what the Revolutionary Committee said is true, can I still stay here now?"

Aunt Gongsun's face flushed red with anger at her sarcastic words. She couldn't help but say, "Su Nanzhi, what are you so proud of? The comrades from the Revolutionary Committee don't have any evidence yet. We old neighbors all know that your mother's background is questionable."

The more she spoke, the more proud she became. Her eyes almost jumped out of their sockets with joy. "And to put it bluntly, your Su family's ancestors were capitalists."

"Come to think of it, you, a capitalist, and that stinking scoundrel Lin Sen are quite a match."

Su Nanzhi's smile, which did not reach her eyes, disappeared instantly, and her eyes pierced Aunt Gongsun like ice.

"You have a really good memory. My father, Su Minglang, sacrificed his life to protect the Chinese people for the benefit of the country. So, what are you, the one my father protected? Are you also a capitalist?"

It is not a good thing to be involved with capital in this day and age. At the very least, you will be criticized, and at worst, your family will be destroyed.

Su Nanzhi has never been a good-tempered person. She just didn't want to argue with Aunt Gongsun before, but as long as her bottom line is stepped on, she will not show mercy.

As she spoke, without waiting for Aunt Gongsun to react, she grabbed Aunt Gongsun's wrist and walked out of the yard.

"I want to see that the country recognizes my father as a martyr. What gives you, an old woman, the right to say so categorically that my family is capitalists?"

Su Nanzhi looked like she was going all out. She weighed less than 100 pounds and dragged an old woman who was half a person heavier than herself out of the yard.

"If my family is a capitalist, then you must be a spy. Otherwise, why are you so sure of yourself?"

The crowd who were just watching the fight from the side immediately stepped forward to stop the fight.

"Aunt Gongsun, you really only know how to stir up trouble with your mouth."

"Minglang grew up in Baihua Alley. How could we not know what kind of person he is?"

"Xiao Su, we are all neighbors, so please let Aunt Gongsun go this time."

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