Chapter 471 Returning to Hometown Life
Hearing the young people's curious questions, some older people who knew the inside story began to recall.
"I don't know. Hongying was a very opinionated girl at a young age. She ran off to join the revolution. But later I heard that she was in the Kuomintang. Didn't the Kuomintang lose and retreat?
She didn't leave at first, probably because she couldn't bear to leave her family. Later, the country was controlled by the Communist Party, right? She might have been afraid that her previous identity would be affected, so she also fled with her husband's family. What was the surname of the family she married into? It seemed to be Qing? Or Qin? "
"Her surname is Qin. The girl is pretty and has been to school. The villagers think she looks like a city girl. She is indeed capable. She went out to participate in the revolution for a few years and seemed to be doing well. Later, she came back and said she was married. We have never seen her husband, but we know that he is from a wealthy family in the capital.
And I remember this girl Hongying changed her name later, right? Something like Xue?"
"I don't remember. Well, she was only a few years younger than me. I had just married her not long ago. I remember that she was pretty, fair-skinned, and always stood straight, unlike a country girl like me."
"yes……"
Seeing that everyone was discussing Zhao Yanshu's biological mother, the younger generations in the village were quite curious, but no one knew much, so after a few words they returned to the Zhao family's affairs.
Some old women in the village started talking about Old Mrs. Zhao.
"I didn't realize that Zhu Zhaodi was so angry before. She actually sent her grandson to be shot. We should not provoke them in the future. Be careful that they will send us to be shot as well."
Not only did the adults talk about it, but even the children in the family were specifically told to stay away from the Zhao family.
Because of this, the children in the village were afraid of the Zhao family.
Later, when Mrs. Zhao recovered a little under the care of Old Man Zhao and was barely able to go out for a walk with the help of crutches, some people did not dare to talk to her.
Gradually, some people have even gotten into the habit of saying "I'll shoot you if you don't behave" when scaring children.
When the child heard this, he was scared and started crying, and dared not disobey anymore.
Of course, they stayed even further away from the Zhao family.
Old Man Zhao had heard all these words, but he pretended not to hear them. After all, they still had to live here.
After returning to the village, Old Man Zhao not only had to take care of his old wife, but also had to find a way to make money. However, even though the land has been distributed to each household, they did not get any land because their household registration was still in the city.
In this way, I can’t grow my own crops and I have to buy whatever I want to eat.
But there was no place to make money in the countryside, and he needed to take care of his elderly wife, so he couldn't go out and had no way to go out to earn money.
Finally, the elders of the same clan in the village took pity on him and asked him to learn to weave baskets and the like. They could sell them at the market and earn some money, which was barely enough for the old couple to live on.
But it's still very tight.
But this was his only way to make money, so Old Man Zhao could only weave day and night. Before long, his finger joints began to deform, his back became more and more hunched, and he aged faster and faster.
Sometimes before going to bed, he would think of the time when he lived in a big house in the city, had a filial son, and the family was very lively with adults and children living together. He did not need to do anything on a regular basis and lived a leisurely life occasionally fishing and walking his birds.
But those things seemed to be very far away from him, and he had almost forgotten them.
He would only think of it occasionally in his dreams at midnight, and when the roosters crowed before dawn the next day, he would get up again, go to the mountain to cut branches, and then come back to continue weaving. He repeated this every day until he went to the market, hoping to make a few more cents.
Every time he sold a few cents more, he would smile, a rare smile.
Looking at the few cents in his hand, he thought that Jizu used to think it was too little when he gave it to him, but now it is his hope to survive.
Really, I regret it so much!
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