Chapter 230 How could this be Mengmeng’s handwriting?



"That's great! The bad guys get their comeuppance, and the good guys don't suffer. That's the meaning of justice!"

After getting off the train, Lin Huowang felt a lot more relaxed.

Before, he was quite worried that because of his intervention, Wang Guosheng, who was originally innocent, would be shot or imprisoned for life!

We took the bus from Baishan County to Hongxing Commune. The bumpy journey and the multiple bus changes were actually the standard procedure for people traveling long distances in this era.

Unless you live in a big city like a provincial capital, especially if you are a farmer living in the countryside, basically if you want to go to another city, it will take a lot of trouble, catching buses and changing buses, and the road will consume most of your energy.

It is nothing like the future, where high-speed railways connect almost every county. If you want to travel to a certain place, you just need to take a train to the high-speed railway station and basically you can get there quickly and directly.

By the time Lin Huowang got off the bus at Hongxing Commune, it was already dark.

But now the snow has melted long ago, and the road conditions to Linjiagou Production Brigade are still pretty good.

Lin Huowang was eager to return home, so he went directly to the home of Secretary Liu of the Red Star Commune, because he remembered that Secretary Liu had a bicycle at home.

"Awang? When did you come back? Come on! Have a drink with me, your uncle..."

It was dinner time when Lin Huowang arrived and Secretary Liu and his family were having dinner!

When Liu Wen Zheng saw Lin Huowang coming, he greeted him with surprise: "Awang, I haven't seen you for a few days. How come you have lost so much weight? Come in and eat something. My mother steamed some big white buns today!"

"Okay! Secretary Liu, Brother Wen Zheng, I won't be polite then. Let's eat first, and then you can lend me your bicycle later. I'm going back to Linjiagou."

Lin Huowang was very familiar with the Liu father and son, so he didn't hesitate to be polite with them.

As soon as we sat at the table, we talked and laughed, eating and drinking.

Finally, after eating and drinking, the Liu family father and son saw Lin Huowang out.

"Awang, you've been drinking, so I'm a little worried on the way. How about letting Wen Zheng drive you back on the tractor?"

Secretary Liu said with some concern.

"Don't worry, Secretary. I haven't drunk more than two taels of wine. I know this road well. Just ride carefully. It'll be fine. Don't I have the flashlight you gave me? I can see the road with it."

Lin Huowang waved his hand and prepared to get on his bike to say goodbye.

However, at this moment, Liu Wen Zheng was hesitant to speak and finally reminded Lin Huowang when he was about to leave: "Um...Awang! You haven't been home for a while, and some letters have arrived. I sent them to your house. Remember to read them!"

"Got it! Thank you, Brother Wen Zheng. However, there are so many letters from readers, I don't have the time to read them all. I'll read them when I have time!"

Lin Huowang didn't take it seriously. In fact, he had no interest in reading the letters from readers.

When I first started reading it, I felt a little vain and curious, but after reading it more and more, I found that the content of almost every letter from readers was similar and boring.

"That won't do! Awang, you have to read... at least, the letter from a reader in the capital the last time I sent you a letter.

This is the third letter she has written to me. I think you should read it carefully and reply to her, just to be polite!"

Liu Wen Zheng was also worried, fearing that Lin Huowang would not even read the letters when he returned, including the letter written by Liu Rumeng impersonating Gong Xue.

Wouldn’t that delay Liu Rumeng’s plan?

"Okay! Okay! I'll take a look when I get back. It's rare that you care so much about this."

Lin Huowang didn't do what he thought and just rode his bike back home.

When he returned to Linjiagou Production Brigade, his younger brothers and sisters had already gone to bed.

But my mother was still sewing shoe soles in front of the bed. The old lady is always busy.

Especially for mothers, their brains are often like dual-core processors. They can often watch TV while knitting or doing other work.

"Mom, I'm back. Why aren't you asleep yet?"

Lin Huowang quietly pushed the door open, looked at his mother sewing shoe soles on the bed, and said with a smile.

"When you get old, you sleep less. If you can't sleep, you get up and do something. You always have to be busy with something, otherwise you'll always feel empty inside..."

Seeing her son coming back, Lin's mother's eyes lit up with joy and she called him over lovingly.

"Come on! Awang, try these shoes and see if they fit you."

A mouth bit off the thread, and Lin's mother put the shoes on Lin Huowang's feet.

The size was just right, and Lin's mother smiled with satisfaction and said, "Okay! It will be ready in two days, Awang, you can wear it."

"Mom! It's getting late, don't work so hard. Go to bed! I'm getting a salary from the government now, I have plenty of money, and we have so much money that we can't spend it all, so there's no need to be so frugal.

If you don’t have shoes to wear, you can go to the department store in the commune or county to buy some.

When I have time some other day, I will take you and your sister to the county department store to buy clothes and shoes and get some new clothes."

Lin Huowang didn't dare tell his mother that he was now a wealthy man with a fortune of more than 20 million US dollars.

I'm afraid my mother would be scared to death if I did that, and there's no point in saying those things. Instead, she would worry about me because of such a large sum of money.

After all, the special period has only been over for a few years. Being labeled as a capitalist tycoon is no joke, it can cost lives!

so……

Lin Huowang only talked about the salary the army paid him. As a company-level cadre, he received a salary of nearly 100 yuan a month, along with various coupons, which were more than his family could spend.

"No! I won't go! You don't go either.

The clothes and shoes sold in the department store are just good-looking, but not warm enough.

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