Chapter 11 The Zhong family's sky has collapsed again.

Upon hearing this, the neighborhood committee auntie's first reaction was that this family didn't want to go to the countryside.

She'd seen this kind of thing happen many times: she'd signed up, then regretted it.

"Comrades, don't say I didn't warn you, your behavior will be criticized in the newspaper and you'll have to write a self-criticism."

"Not only will you lose face, but it could also be recorded in your personnel file and follow you for life."

"Also, you've already received the compensation for going to the countryside, so it's too late to regret it now."

The total compensation was over five hundred yuan, but Shen Wanjun didn't leave a single penny for the Zhong family.

After being scolded by the neighborhood committee aunties, Wang Fang still couldn't understand, "What is all this about? We never signed up to go to the countryside."

“Comrade, I know that very few people go to the countryside and your work is difficult, but you can’t just come to people’s homes and talk nonsense.”

The neighborhood committee auntie was too lazy to waste words with her and simply handed Wang Fang the notice to go to the countryside and the letter of introduction.

"See for yourself."

When Wang Fang opened it, her world collapsed again.

"Ah Ming, what's going on here?"

The notice not only listed the names of Zhong Chuchu and Zhong Yaozu, but also indicated that Wang Fang herself and Zhong Ming were to be sent to the countryside.

Wang Fang finally realized that something was wrong, very wrong.

Zhong Ming asked the neighborhood committee auntie, "Comrade, there must be a mistake. No one in our family has signed up to go to the countryside."

I'm even planning to run away, who wants to go to the countryside?

The neighborhood committee auntie glanced at the two of them and answered him with Shen Wanjun's words: "50 years old is the age to take risks. You should dare to think and act, and just charge forward."

Wang Fang gritted her teeth and said, "You're only 50 years old, but your whole family is 50."

She's only in her early forties.

"Okay, I understand. Thank you for making the trip, comrade." Zhong Ming shooed the man away and plopped down on the sofa.

Thump—

The sofa made a muffled thud, and Zhong Ming clutched his lower back with one hand and rubbed his buttocks with the other.

The actions were comical and funny.

"Dad, what's wrong?" Zhong Chuchu asked.

Zhong Ming rolled over and pulled the fabric off the sofa, only to find that the sofa cushions were gone, leaving only the hard wood.

"It must have been Shen Wanjun who did it, Dad, she went too far!" Zhong Chuchu shouted.

Wang Fang didn't care about any of that; she only asked, "A-Ming, what about the matter of going to the countryside?"

Good heavens, living in the countryside, you can imagine how tough that kind of life would be.

In those godforsaken rural areas, once you're labeled a peasant, you can forget about ever escaping the label for the rest of your life.

Zhong Ming winced in pain, closed his eyes briefly, and said, "Don't worry, I'll find someone to put in a good word for me, it'll be fine."

It's nothing more than finding someone and paying money to get things done.

That's not so bad, what he's most worried about is his son's injury.

Zhong Ming looked at Wang Fang's abdomen again and again: At her age, can she still have another child?

Zhong Ming was already considering having a third child, but Wang Fang spoke up: "Ah Ming, can you get an advance on your salary? Waaah, we have nothing left at home."

Their house had been emptied twice already. Wang Fang was very curious about how Shen Wanjun had managed to do it.

The Zhong family spent several days shuttling between the hospital and home, but Zhong Yaozu's injury showed no improvement.

Zhong Ming swallowed his pride and begged and pleaded, spending a fortune to bring in a renowned doctor.

The other party only glanced at Zhong Yaozu's medical record before sighing and shaking their head, indicating that they could not help him.

Two days later, a bombshell news story was published in the newspaper.

It appears to be a victory celebration party for a local gang, where the gang leader was sexually assaulted by a man.

Both of them said the other had ulterior motives, and that they started fighting over knives after only three sentences of disagreement.

The white knife went in and the red knife came out; both of them were seriously injured in that area.

The two individuals are currently missing, while the others have been apprehended.

Shen Wanjun smiled, holding the newspaper. "Zhong Yaozu, you're something else! You actually managed to tie with Wan San."

Sure enough, youth is often hot-tempered and impetuous; Wan San is old after all, whether he admits it or not.

But even a starved camel is bigger than a horse, and Wan San is a man who holds grudges.

Zhong Yaozu, you're finished.

Shen Wanjun collected a bunch of newspapers, some about her own house burning down, others about donating money and houses, and still others about her uncle going to the countryside.

She even kept the newspaper that reported her breaking off her relationship with Zhong Ming.

These days there's no internet, and newspapers report the facts without any advertisements.

In a sense, newspapers serve as evidence; simply presenting them can convince people.

Shen Wanjun had a feeling that she would need these things in the future, so she simply put them all into her space.

The farmhouse courtyard in the space was already piled with all sorts of things looted from the Zhong family.

There's also the Shen family's vast fortune.

Shen Wanjun looked at the boxes of small yellow croaker, large yellow croaker, Hong Kong dollars, large denominations, and even US dollars, but her heart remained unmoved.

She was actually quite interested in the black soil and decided to buy some seeds another day; this land shouldn't be wasted.

She has already bought her train ticket to Northwest China and will depart in three days.

These three days are more than enough time to watch the Zhong family make a fool of themselves and to go on a shopping spree.

Zhong Ming is quite capable; he not only successfully got an advance on six months' salary, but also postponed his trip to the countryside for two months later.

"Dad, am I really not going to the countryside anymore?" Zhong Chuchu asked happily.

"It's not that you don't need to go, just go in two months."

"Huh? What happened? I... I still need to go find Zhan."

Zhong Ming looked at her, feeling as irritated as he had been with this daughter before.

“I’ve already bought ferry tickets for three days from now. Your mother, your brother, and I are all going to Hong Kong. You can decide where you want to go.”

A daughter is like a tree that grows up and leaves home; instead of going to Hong Kong, she insists on finding a man to marry.

He's obsessed with love and has no ambition.

Zhong Chuchu was too lazy to explain further, "You wouldn't understand."

She's been reborn, how could she not know which path is right for her?

Hong Kong sounds alluring and wonderful, but in reality, it's a place that devours people.

Having nearly starved to death there in her past life, Zhong Chuchu would never go back this time, no matter what.

She tried every trick in the book, from gentle persuasion to threats, and tried countless times to convince her family, but they were all determined to go to Hong Kong.

Now, all the family's property is gone, and my younger brother has become practically disabled.

Zhong Chuchu was also forced to go to the countryside, and a deep sense of powerlessness dragged her heart to the bottom.

She bit her lip. No matter what, she had to find Song Zhan. Only by marrying him could she truly be reborn.

"I don't understand, but you do. You're the king of knowledge, okay?" Zhong Ming was extremely annoyed, and his tone was very unpleasant.

He can't control this daughter, and he doesn't have the energy to control her anymore, so let her be.

Wang Fang leaned closer and asked, "Yaozu's injury hasn't healed yet, is he in such a hurry to leave?"

"Can the time be postponed?"

Zhong Ming said irritably, "I went through a lot of trouble to get this ticket. Do you think it's a bus? If this one doesn't work, there's always another one."

That's a black market ship; once it's gone, it's gone forever.

Wang Fang pouted and turned to go into the kitchen.

After several busy days, the family finally had a moment of peace and quiet, and were about to sit down and have a proper meal.

There was another knock on the door.

"Who is it?" Zhong Ming opened the door and saw that it was Shen Wanjun. He raised his chin and looked down at her.

"We've already severed ties, what are you doing here?"

Shen Wanjun ignored him and turned to the police officer behind her, saying, "Zhong Ming lives here."

"You don't need to thank me. I'm just doing a good deed like Lei Feng. I'm leaving now, you guys get on with your work."

As soon as he finished speaking, a dozen plainclothes officers suddenly rushed out from all directions, and five or six of them grabbed Zhong Ming and pinned him down.

"What are you doing?" Zhong Ming shouted, his neck stiff.

The leader spoke up: "Comrade Zhong Ming, you are suspected of colluding with external forces. Please come with us."