Chapter 40: First Submission
After handing over the pig, the villagers gradually dispersed and went about their own business.
We were to meet at the entrance of Pingquan Town in the afternoon. There was no specific time, just after lunch. If it was too late, Uncle Cai would not wait for anyone and would walk back to the village carrying his things on his back.
Ye Yu and the others were still together, Yang Xiuxiu and Zhao Chunxiu were still following them. Liu Hongmei and her son said goodbye to Sister Guihua and left. Liu Hongmei was going to visit her daughter Wang Xiaomei at school, and Sister Guihua had relatives to visit.
The educated youth all went to the post office first.
When I went to the post office to inquire, I found out that there were packages from Shanghai. Hua Feifei's family had sent her two large packages, and Han Jing also had a package, which was not small either.
Hua Feifei was sweet-talking and soon became familiar with a post office clerk. She simply asked them to leave their things there for the time being and come back to pick them up after they finished shopping today.
Then there are letters and things to send.
Everyone sent letters home, and Xu Fei, Han Jing, and Hua Feifei also sent letters to the newspaper.
Ye Yu suggested that they send it to several more newspapers. Although culture has been impacted these days, newspapers have not gone bankrupt. There are many well-known newspapers in Yanjing City.
However, the content of current newspapers is so confusing that it is unbearable to read. Even the only children's newspaper has stopped publishing new books. They just keep reprinting stories like Wang Xiaoer and Lei Feng over and over again, and they are also very cautious in publishing picture books.
It’s not that these stories are bad, it’s just that people who read newspapers and magazines can recite tomorrow’s content with their eyes closed. Shouldn’t the significance of newspapers and magazines mainly lie in the word “new”?
Having said that, in this special period, if the educated youth who were in line with the mainstream wrote good articles, the chances of them being published in the newspaper were quite high.
Xu Fei and the other three also followed Ye Yu's advice and submitted their emails to all the newspaper addresses they could find.
Zhao Chunjiao asked:
"Comrade Ye Yu won't send it?"
"No, I can't write it." Ye Yu shook her head. It's not that she has no content to write, but she doesn't want to cater to the mainstream. She can't write a passionate article like Xu Fei's. If it is really published in the newspaper, it will cause trouble for her.
Yang Xiuxiu was taking out her letter home and rewriting it, adding the seasoning.
Among the six people, only Ye Yu sent something, and the things he sent were not much, just two jars of chicken sauce or smoked fish made by Hua Feifei.
At first, I wanted to send the dried meat directly, but after being reminded by Xu Fei, I realized that the source of the meat was difficult to say, so I made chicken sauce and smoked fish, put them in a ceramic jar, sealed it, and then wrapped it. Even if the people at the post office knew that it was meat sauce, as long as they didn't open it, they would not know that it contained more than 80% meat.
Absolute luxury.
When sending things, Ye Yu couldn't control his low mood.
Yang Xiuxiu and Zhao Chunjiao were puzzled. After sending the letter, Hua Feifei smiled and explained to them: "Man is iron and food is steel. Xiaoyu is very obsessed with food, so obsessed that he is a little stingy.
I can see it, I can see it, it’s definitely more than just a little bit.
"Xiaoyu?"
I guess she learned this from Liu Hongmei. She changed her name quite quickly. She is really outgoing.
Ye Yu glanced at them and asked, "Can you please not say bad things about people in front of them?"
Although she was reluctant to leave, she adjusted her emotions quickly.
When they walked out of the post office and could no longer see the jar of meat, the low pressure around Ye Yu completely disappeared. Every time Ye Yu ate meat, she was reluctant to give them half a spoonful of broth, but when they ate it, she quickly forgot about it and didn't feel sad.
In Ye Yu's world, there seems to be nothing to regret and one can only look forward.
"Live in the present" is what they saw and learned from Ye Yu.
Pingquan Town has two main streets, which are "L" shaped.
Among them, the agricultural and sideline products station, post office, health center, etc. are on one main street, and the supply and marketing cooperative, state-owned restaurant, town primary and secondary schools, G committee, etc. are on another main street.
Several people came out of the post office, turned the L-shaped corner, and walked towards the supply and marketing cooperative on another main street.
As they approached the main street from the corner, they first heard a noisy sound, and then saw crowds of people standing on both sides of the street watching the excitement.
There are town residents and villagers going to the market.
"What kind of event is being held here? Is it a temple fair?" Hua Feifei was both curious and curious. She had met an uncle from the north in the past and listened to his stories about temple fairs when she was a child. She had always longed for it.
"How dare we hold a temple fair under the current circumstances?" Ye Yu frowned as he listened to the voice coming from his ears. "This is not a good thing."
As soon as he finished speaking, a group of people came to the middle of the street. More than ten people wearing red armbands arrogantly scolded the seven or eight people in the middle who were wearing signs. The signs contained charges related to the five black categories of crimes that were publicly displayed to the public.
But apart from the two robbery charges, the contents of the other people's charges are hard to describe. They are either "Zhou Pa Pi" landlords or "right-wing" intellectuals.
It was the first time that the people in Pingquan Town had seen this. They didn't understand the specific situation and just thought that these people were all bad guys, pointing fingers and talking about this and that.
No one will throw away rotten eggs or cabbages. Eggs are so expensive, and rotten cabbages can be fed to pigs. No matter how much the red armbands promote, the onlookers are just watching for the novelty. After all, most of them are strangers to the people who put up the signs.
"It's indeed not a good thing." The educated youth were all silent. They had all seen this in the city.
At first, it’s not that no one resisted, and it’s not that no one pleaded for mercy or was angry for some truly innocent people, but it was useless unless they got involved themselves; and if they got involved themselves, the most feared thing was that their families would be implicated as well.
So rational people gradually fell silent and went with the flow, while more people, like the crowd, knew nothing and became a knife in the hands of the bad guys.
Thought it was justice.
After walking around the street once or twice, these people with signs will most likely be sent to a nearby farm.
It is called a farm, but in fact a more complete name is a labor reform farm. The purpose is labor reform. The work in the labor reform farm is much worse than that in the production team. The work is also very difficult, including land reclamation, farm construction, road construction, and reservoir construction. They are forced to lose their freedom.
In fact, the farms near Yanjing are relatively good, with not much wasteland to be reclaimed. The Pingquan Town Reservoir either has no water shortage like the Wangjiagou Production Team, or the reservoir has been built long ago, so the work assigned to them is always limited.
Some people were assigned to the earthen plateaus, vast grasslands, and Gobi deserts, where they had to endure hardships, sleep in the open air, and open up wasteland. The harsh environment also caused them to suffer alarming casualties.
A few people had no interest in watching the excitement, so they hid in the crowd and waited for them to pass.
At the end of the crowd, they saw a little girl who was about five years old, less than one meter tall, wearing an old cotton-padded jacket full of patches, staggering at the back of the team.
???
The little girl was obviously not one of the people with red armbands. In such a team, she could only be the child of one of the five black categories mentioned above. However, because she was too young to be allowed to wear the armband and had no other relatives to accept her, she was tacitly allowed to follow at the end of the team.
Children of the five black categories are also despised in this era. They are discriminated against and attacked in all aspects of life, study, and work. If they are not careful, they may even be inexplicably implicated and implicated, just like they are now.
The child was skinny, like a big-headed doll, with a pair of big black and white eyes full of panic. She bit her lower lip but didn't cry.
Even if they are among the five black categories, no matter how you look at it, they still attract a lot of sympathy from people.
"What a sin."
"A little kid is following an adult into the streets. What does the adult's evil have to do with them?"
"Who made them the children of the five black categories? Their ancestors may have eaten the blood of the people."
“How pitiful…”
Not to mention Han Jinghua, Feifei and the others, Ye Yu also frowned when she saw such a young child. Why did she feel that this girl looked familiar?
His eyes glanced at the person holding the sign.
Generally speaking, according to the laws of genetic inheritance, there is a certain probability that children will look similar to their parents, and based on some dominant genetic characteristics, blood relationships can be identified.
Ye Yu first found an old man with sparse hair. The little girl's eyes, nose, and mouth were a bit like his. Based on the old man, he found a young woman in her twenties or thirties. Upon closer inspection, the little girl was also a bit similar to the daughter, especially in micro-expressions and movements. Children like to imitate their elders.
These three people should be related by blood, and the initial speculation is that they are three generations of grandparents and grandchildren.
But Ye Yu didn't recognize them, and they didn't seem familiar. Could it be that the little girl looked like someone she knew? It was just that her memory was so long ago and tangled that she couldn't recall it for the time being.
"What's wrong?" When Han Jing and the others saw this scene, they were most afraid that the people around them would get into conflict with the revolutionaries on impulse. This was also the reason why their families had repeatedly told them not to hang out with the red armbands or do anything against them.
I've heard of many bitter lessons.
"No, nothing."
Ye Yu was not an impulsive person, nor was she so conceited as to think that she could change the world with her level 2 spatial ability alone. She shook her head, waited for these people to swim past them, and then entered the supply and marketing cooperative with Han Jing and the others.
The supplies at the Pingquan Town Supply and Marketing Cooperative were certainly not as good as those at the state-owned stores in the old city, and they were often out of stock.
The store covers an area of about 100 square meters and mainly sells agricultural tools, daily necessities, grains and sideline foods, as well as some agricultural and sideline products purchased from local farmers.
Perhaps because there were so many people buying things, the store was a bit crowded, and the service attitude of the salespersons in the supply and marketing cooperative was much worse than that of the state-owned stores in Yanjing City.
If the buyer asks a few more questions, they will start to make indirect complaints.
It was not easy for people in that era to earn money, so they cherished every penny. Even if it was a dime or a cent, they would wrap it in rags and put it in the inner pocket of their clothes.
After asking the price, they carefully took out the rag from the inner pocket, opened it bit by bit, and counted out the cents one by one.
Perhaps before he had finished counting, the young salesperson actually reached out to take it impatiently: "What's wrong with you? Do you want to buy it or not? If not, forget it."
The buyer didn't think it was wrong to be scolded, and even smiled ingratiatingly.
"See? The material comes from life. It's safe and can resonate with the general public. Would you like to write an article?" Ye Yu said to Xu Fei and others.
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