Even though Qin Hanshu had spent her entire previous life in the spatial dimension, she knew what major events had occurred that year.

After a series of major events, observant people could tell from the newspapers that the political landscape was quietly changing.

"Alas, our leader is gone just like that. How will we go on from here?" Wu Yingxia sighed deeply every day. Sometimes, while sighing, she would shed tears, crying as she thanked the new society and our leader for their kindness to her.

“My father died early, and my siblings and I were all supported by my mother washing clothes for others. My most vivid childhood memory is that there were always mountains of dirty clothes piled up at home, as if we could never finish washing them.”

“My mother’s hands used to be soaked in ice water in the dead of winter, and they were swollen like red radishes. Now, she is healthy in every way, but her hands shake so badly that she has to be fed.”

"But even after all this hardship, the family still couldn't get enough to eat or wear. Out of desperation, both of my older sisters were married off to merchants... To call it marriage was really just selling them. Who knows if they'll be their maids or concubines, or how long they'll live..."

Wu Yingxia rubbed her nose, her voice trembling with tears.

“Originally, my fate would have been the same as my two older sisters. It was only because the leader led us to overthrow the old society that I had the opportunity to attend literacy classes, go to night school, and get such a decent job.”

"Why didn't our leader live to be a hundred years old...?"

Most of the people in the department felt bad after hearing what Wu Yingxia said.

The entire organization was in a somber mood during this period.

However, it wasn't long before the whole country was jubilant.

The four-member bang has fallen.

Subsequently, the daily political study sessions that had been held in various departments for many years were also canceled.

Sister Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, "Finally, the ordeal is over. I won't have to listen to monks chanting sutras anymore."

No one would have dared to say such things before.

However, although the atmosphere is more relaxed than before, the whole country is still mired in confusion.

The future of the nation remains unclear.

Another year passed.

In October 1977, the National College Entrance Examination (NCEE) was reinstated.

The news spread like wildfire throughout the country, bringing jubilation and joy to factories and government offices in cities, as well as to fields and villages in the countryside.

The dawn of the future is beginning to appear.

Qin Hanshu also registered for the college entrance examination.

She doesn't have high ambitions for the future, but she has no reason to let go of any opportunity to improve.

If she gets into university, she can continue to receive her salary from the department store for the four years she studies there. However, after graduation, she will have to return to the department store.

Of course, after returning to the department store, she was no longer a lowly clerk, but directly became a national cadre at the administrative level 22.

Qin Hanshu had good grades when she was in school, and she had started reviewing her lessons a year ago, so she was quite confident that she would pass the exam.

For someone of her age, who is already married and has children, the only time she could apply for the college entrance examination was in the year it was first reinstated.

If you don't pass the exam, you won't have another chance next year.

When Zhou Weiguang heard that Qin Hanshu had registered for the college entrance examination, he was surprised for a moment, then joked, "Oh no, my wife has become a college student. I, a rough old man, am not good enough for her."

Qin Hanshu glanced at him with a smile, "Then let's get a divorce?"

Qin Hanshu was just joking with him, but Zhou Weiguang's face immediately darkened. "Is divorce something you can just say so easily?!"

His tone was serious and formal.

Since they met, Qin Hanshu would occasionally throw a tantrum or act childish, but Zhou Weiguang never gave her a hard time.

This was the first time Qin Hanshu had truly felt the imposing aura.

She said, "I was just kidding..."

Zhou Weiguang gave her a deep look and said, "Jokes should have limits."

Qin Hanshu said awkwardly, "Okay..."

Zhou Weiguang was probably genuinely unhappy, and he remained silent for the rest of the time, creating an unusually somber atmosphere at home.

With a click, the door opened, and Zhou Chi, carrying a small schoolbag, walked in.

Four-year-old Zhou Chi has just started kindergarten.

Because the kindergarten is right behind the residential compound, and there are several other children of the same age in the building who go to and from school together, they don't need anyone to pick them up or drop them off.

Qin Hanshu breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing her son; finally, someone to liven up the atmosphere.

"Son's back! What did you learn at kindergarten today? Tell Mom and Dad."

Zhou Chi looked up at his mother, as if he didn't understand why his mother was talking so much today.

However, he patiently brushed off his mother, saying, "Learn to sing, write numbers."

After saying that, he went back to his room, spread out Xuan paper, and began practicing calligraphy with a brush.

Qin Hanshu: "..." Hoping her son would liven things up is wishful thinking.

Seeing Zhou Weiguang busy in the kitchen, Qin Hanshu went over to help.

"Commander Zhou, I'm here to assist you."

Zhou Weiguang was promoted to deputy regimental commander last year, which caused quite a stir in the entire family compound. After all, a deputy regimental commander of that age is rare in the entire military region.

Hearing Qin Hanshu's flattering words, Zhou Weiguang didn't even lift his eyelids, and simply said, "Dinner is ready, set the table."

Qin Hanshu: "Oh..."

At the dinner table, Zhou Chi said, "Mom and Dad, I don't want to sing and dance in kindergarten anymore. I want to go to primary school next year."

Children in primary schools have to board at school, and children in residential compounds are usually sent there when they are 7 or 8 years old.

Qin Hanshu said, "You'll only be five years old next year, that's too young. Let's wait until the year after next."

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