If we were to name the biggest news of the 1970s, aside from the resumption of the college entrance examination, it would probably be the collective lawsuit filed by the residents of Qingshui Village. It became common knowledge, with all the newspapers reporting on it and observing how things were developing.

In this era of limited information, the fact that it could generate such a huge news story speaks volumes about the sensation this matter caused.

The country's resumption of the college entrance examination was well-intentioned, aimed at attracting talent. However, it has become the best means for some unscrupulous people to return to the city, abandoning their wives and children. This is probably something the country cannot tolerate.

After the man with the square face reported the matter up the chain of command, the great leader was furious and ordered a thorough investigation. He stressed that these people must not be allowed to take advantage of the country to commit shameless acts.

The goal of eliminating worries has been achieved. Many people in this era have been burdened by it and have even become victims. But what if they united as one? In that case, they could at least protect themselves.

Although current technology is not as advanced as it will be in the future, in this era where you need a letter of introduction everywhere, it's only a matter of time before someone's whereabouts are discovered. These people will be caught one by one sooner or later and pay the price they deserve.

Of course, everyone understands the principle that the law does not punish the masses. The villagers just want to recover their losses and deserve compensation. After all, as Wuyou said, those people did such shameless things, so why should they cover for them and suffer in return?

The rest was simply a matter of waiting. Wuyou returned to her peaceful life, and she and her son began to openly and legitimately do business and make money after the policy was relaxed. She believed that the future would only get better.

Even Yu Xiaohong did not expect that her humble status as a village woman would cause such a huge uproar, even alarming the national leadership.

Compared to a carefree and peaceful life, Huang Siwen's life is much more exciting, or perhaps more accurately described as chaotic and disorderly.

Wuyou asked her for 200 yuan, which was a huge sum for her, as her only support was her family. But things had changed; her brother had married and had children, focusing all his attention on his own family, and her parents' hearts were entirely with their grandchildren. No one cared about her at all.

“Siwen, your brother is getting a promotion in a couple of days, and your nephew is still young and needs to go to school. We simply don’t have any spare money. You’d better figure something out yourself.” Huang Siwen’s mother patiently advised, but her words implied a refusal to help.

"Mom, am I really your daughter? When I was sent to the countryside, you didn't care about me. I finally got into university, and now that I'm back, you still don't care about me. Do you really want me to die?" Huang Siwen cried hysterically. "You won't even give me two hundred yuan?"

Deep down, she knew that even if her family gave all their money, it would probably be barely enough. But she didn't want to make things difficult for herself, so she could only make things difficult for others.

"Alright, alright, you're all grown up now, and you're still asking your parents for money. It's all your fault for getting into trouble with that family, and now you're blaming us." Brother Huang said impatiently, but out of brotherly affection, he still gave Huang Siwen ten yuan. "Here you go, don't ask for any more money."

This dismissive tone, as if he were a beggar, made Huang Siwen's face turn red with anger, and she wished she could pounce on him and scratch his face until it was bruised.

Just then, someone knocked on the door, a sound as urgent as a death knell. Huang's mother hurriedly opened the door and froze on the spot when she saw the two people in front of her.

"I'm looking for Ms. Huang Siwen." The tall man in military green clothes showed his identification to Ms. Huang's mother and spoke in a stiff tone. He was the person in charge of major cases involving educated youth.

"Oh... okay, Siwen, someone's looking for you." Huang was a little stunned, then hurriedly shouted into the inner room.

"Here I am, who is it? So annoying—" Huang Siwen's voice rang out. She was wearing a dress and looked impatient, but she froze on the spot after seeing the other person's distinctive clothes.

“Please come with us…” The man stepped forward, his face leaving no room for argument.

"Ah... what are you doing..." Huang Siwen screamed and refused to cooperate, but was still forcibly taken away. After all, the higher-ups had given a death order that there was no need to show mercy to such morally corrupt educated youth.

Huang Siwen was taken to the detention center. When she arrived, she found that there were many people around her. After asking around, she found that they were all educated youths who had come from the countryside. Everyone had the same dejected look on their faces.

Because she was busy asking her family for money, Huang Siwen didn't have the mind to read the newspaper. Some people did read it, and when the police came to their door, they already knew what was going to happen to them. Regardless of whether they felt resentment, regret, loss, or despair, they would eventually pay the price for their actions.

The only consolation for them is that the country is in need of talent at this time. These morally corrupt educated youths only need to compensate the people they have hurt enough to gain forgiveness and freedom. Otherwise, they will have their university admission qualifications revoked and will be barred from taking the college entrance examination for three years.

Many people are trying to make amends to those they abandoned and hurt. Most rural people are simple and honest, and they have genuine feelings for these educated youth. Ultimately, they are kind. Only a few people have not been forgiven and have become typical examples to be publicized.

Coincidentally, Huang Siwen was one of them. How could Wuyou and her son possibly forgive each other? The fact that the other party had made the same mistake again and again was enough to make them feel neither sorry for him nor for him.

Looking at Huang Siwen kneeling in front of his courtyard gate, pleading desperately, Wuyou remained unmoved. Even Hongjun, who was usually somewhat soft-hearted, was not swayed, and Zhao Xinghe, the boy, didn't care at all.

It was only at this point that Huang Siwen began to feel a sense of betrayal and alienation from everyone.

"I will rise to prominence one day and show you what happens when you offend me."

In the end, Huang Siwen's exam eligibility was revoked for three years, and he left dejectedly, disappearing from the Zhao family's life.

Huang Siwen's actions, seemingly a show of weakness, were actually a threat, but Wuyou and the others didn't buy it at all. As for her harsh words, they just laughed them off.

Surprisingly, Yu Xiaohong, who had already been admitted to university, returned to the village alone and went to Wuyou's house.

"I'm sorry, I misunderstood before and that's what caused you all. I was also wrong about Huang Siwen, but I don't ask for your forgiveness." Yu Xiaohong, who had clashed with Wuyou several times, was completely defeated. Kneeling on the ground, she looked pathetic, but her heart was calmer than ever before.

“Rebirth isn’t just about revenge. You seem much more approachable now than before.” Wuyou reached out to help him up and whispered in his ear, startling him so much that he shuddered and his eyes widened in shock before finally calming down.

"You can leave now. From now on, we'll just be ordinary villagers." The original owner didn't hold a grudge against Xiaohong, and Wuyou wouldn't do anything unnecessary.