"The son is like his mother."

Ping An endured the discomfort in his heart and stood in the outer circle, watching everything in front of him.

In a two-story courtyard, the vermilion gate has collapsed, and the blue bricks, blue tiles and carved window frames show the vicissitudes of time.

Inside the open door, clothes in the closet were thrown all over the floor, items in the drawers were scattered everywhere, and bedding and pillows were taken apart on the bed.

The cabinets and beds were moved away one by one, and the quaint old-fashioned suspended floors were pried up piece by piece; the quaint tiles were stepped on and thrown to the ground, breaking into piles of rubble.

There was soil scattered all over the ground from the flower pots, ash from the stove, and loose soil under the floor...

The house inside and outside was in a mess and almost in ruins.

However, apart from a few pieces of porcelain and a miscellaneous pile of gold and jewelry found in the soil, there was still no trace of any correspondence.

In the yard, an octogenarian with a thin, hunched back and trembling hands leaning on a cane was watching everything in horror with a pair of old eyes that had seen the vicissitudes of life.

After many rounds of house searches, the most active veteran red soldiers wearing bright red armbands were very familiar with the process and did it with ease.

Their carefree and relaxed demeanor formed a sharp contrast with the little Red Guards who were a little flattered just now but now felt restrained.

The leading captain began to preach to the old man in an interrogative tone the great significance and policy of destroying the four olds, asking his family not to be stubborn, to recognize the situation, and to actively cooperate with their actions and honestly confess the location of the stolen goods in their home.

It has been reduced to ruins in just two hours.

The frightened old man had almost lost all his soul. He kept mumbling incoherently about his grievances. The leader of the team, who was so angry that he was ashamed, finally lost his temper.

He immediately ordered four or five of his capable men to tie up the old man's son and his wife. After a violent fight, except for the younger generation who disappeared, the three elderly men, with bloodied heads, were hung with signs and marched out.

"These damn bad guys are still resisting stubbornly! Beat them up!"

"Look at this gold. It's all stained with the blood of us ordinary people."

"Still crying out for justice? You old fool, you're not afraid of any of those sons of bitches in your family."

The three old men were marched in a frenzy of enthusiasm and high spirits, and deafening slogans resounded through the sky amid the hustle and bustle.

At the back of the long line, Ping An raised his arms and chanted along with everyone else. Compared to the previous minor fights, this one had deeply moved his young heart.

The old man's disappeared descendants, the pile of gold and jewels dug out of the dirt, and the various methods used by the surrounding "victors" to move freely...

Filial piety and conscience, the ugliness of human nature, evidence of guilt and excuses...

Who is right and who is wrong?

——Is this the reality that his parents asked him to see with his own eyes and experience with his heart?

Not far behind, "passerby" Zhang Guoqing walked with the crowd of onlookers, always looking at his son in the parade group, with a hint of worry in his eyes.

The last few times I went, I either listened to speeches by advanced activists or visited exhibitions of the results of the house searches. This ticket was already a big deal.

He decided to let his son calm down at home after this. Forcing things to grow isn't always a good thing, but a general understanding of the situation was enough for an eight-year-old to gain experience.

After the parade, the next activity is said to be to hand over the results of today's search to the two-story building that has been converted into an office space, and to visit the recent results.

As for where the two-story building came from?

If he's right, Zhang Guoqing is probably the private property of some unlucky guy who's been targeted. But he wonders if his wealth is gone, and if he's still safe.

This world is difficult!

The three elderly people who were just hung with signs had escaped the Japanese invaders, escaped several purges, and escaped famine. As for the second-story courtyard house near the imperial city, according to the whispers of the onlookers around, it was from a cadre family with some wealth, but couldn't they escape this wave?

What's a two-story building? It's all intentional and unintentional. When it's time to eat someone, everyone stares with red eyes, eager to take a bite first.

What a sad reality.

The lobby of the small building is filled with a dazzling array of high-end clothing, luxury consumer goods, gold and silver jewelry, cultural relics and antiques, calligraphy and paintings, religious objects, etc.

In front of the fruitful results of the battle, there was a female student wearing a red armband and a washed-out military uniform standing on a stool acting as a tour guide.

In addition to the team that just returned, there are also middle and high school students from all over the country who are listening attentively to the heroic deeds of these heroes.

There were many students taking notes seriously.

It had been ten days or half a month since Ping An last came here to admire the results of the battle. He keenly noticed that this was another new victory.

What about the original ones?

But Ping An couldn't bring himself to say this. Because of his short stature, he could easily detect the greed in the eyes of the older team members as they lowered their heads.

After the event ended, it was already past three in the afternoon. Unlike Wen Yu who wanted to go home, he followed the small group and got on the bus directly back to the compound.

This time when he entered the house, he did not go into the living room first. Instead, he stood in the yard and looked around in deep thought.

It wasn't until Aunt Chen left to pick up the twins from the nursery that he moved—turned around and went upstairs to his bedroom.

Dragging out a large wooden box, Ping'an casually took out the snacks inside. After emptying it, he began to go in and out of his room, the rooms of his two younger brothers, and the study rooms of his three brothers.

One or two ancient books stuck under the bed, foreign language originals with new covers, satin pajamas... everything that could be considered exquisite was put in there one by one.

He's worried. He listened to the sharing and summaries of the older brothers and sisters from all over the country today. When they go back, they'll spread the word and follow suit...

Everything was just as his parents said, and the warm-up really began.

He was not worried about his grandfather or his parents, but he was worried that his three brothers would be careless and give the adults a handle to hold against them.

Zhang Guoqing went back to work as soon as the parade ended, and he couldn't wait to rush home as soon as the bugle sounded.

He went upstairs to find his eldest son. He scooped him up and spun him around. It was wonderful! He was worried that the child would become as sentimental and entangled as his mother.

"Dad, when Mom gets home from get off work, hide this box of things too. My brothers and I can ask her for anything we need."

Zhang Guoqing didn't mention that he had followed him all morning and had naturally witnessed the depth of the digging process. He also didn't ask his son what his actions meant.

Isn't this the purpose of the couple and their father-in-law letting their child watch and listen on his own? It seems the results are very good, better than they imagined.

"No problem! There's no safer place than leaving it to your mother."

Ping An smiled. He had always thought his mother was a fairy, but now he roughly knew that her mother had a legendary bag.

But... this secret involves his mother's life safety. His father didn't say it, and his mother didn't explain it. He just thought that his mother was really a fairy in a fairy tale.