Chapter 85 Chapter 85 1st update
Shen Moer had only seen Sun Yaozu once before, in Yangliu Brigade. When she saw his silhouette that day, she felt that he looked familiar, but for a moment she did not connect that person with Sun Yaozu.
Now that I think about it carefully, that person's profile and figure are indeed 80% similar to Sun Yaozu.
Moreover, if it was Sun Yaozu, it would not be surprising that Zhou Ping'an was unwilling to say his name. After all, these days, no one wanted to be involved with the Revolutionary Committee.
I just don't know how Fei Lin is involved with Sun Yaozu.
At dinner in the evening, Shen Moer told this to Shen Shaoyuan and Fu Mingze.
Shen Shaoyuan frowned and talked about something: "The home of an old technical worker in the textile factory was raided by the Revolutionary Committee this afternoon. It is said that he is related to the Chao family, a famous capitalist in the county."
"His family is a distant relative of the Chao family. Because he used to work as a clerk in the Chao family's shop, he was considered an oppressed and exploited laborer. So when they were determined their class status, they were not classified as landlords, rich peasants, counter-revolutionaries, bad elements, or rightists. But this time, someone reported that his family hid a lot of things left by the Chao family and had a close relationship with the Chao family."
As Shen Shaoyuan spoke, he looked at Shen Moer. Both father and daughter felt fortunate that their family was well known for being poor before, so they avoided a lot of trouble.
In fact, Shen Shaoyuan can paint and Shen Moli can embroider. This fact itself is worth pondering. If someone really wants to make an article about it, they can talk about it.
Fortunately, the Shen family had been poor peasants for three generations, and the original owner's mother died early. Even though everyone could guess that the original owner's mother's background was probably not very good, a woman who had fled from famine and whose origins were unknown would probably not be found out even if someone wanted to investigate.
Fortunately, they were new here and had been very careful not to show off their wealth.
Shen Moer glanced at Fu Mingze, only to find that he was looking absent-minded with his eyes downcast. She put a piece of food in Fu Mingze's bowl with chopsticks: "What's wrong?"
Fu Mingze came back to his senses, shook his head, and said, "It seems that when you met Sun Yaozu, he said he had something important to tell you. Maybe that was it. I don't know if it has anything to do with Mr. Fei from your school."
When Shen Moer arrived at school the next day, several other teachers in the office were talking about the old technical worker in the textile factory. As the night passed, more news came out. It was said that the Revolutionary Committee did find some things in his home, and now the whole family had been locked up.
"I didn't expect his family to be related to the Chao family. I haven't heard of this before!"
"The Chao family killed a lot of people. Every year, we organize students to visit the martyrs' cemetery, and there are many people who were killed by the Chao family. If you have any connection with the Chao family, you deserve to die!"
"I heard that his family is actually related to the wife of the youngest son of the Chao family. The bad ones in the Chao family are the first two sons. The youngest son is said to be a nerd who stays in school all day."
"They are also the bastards of capitalists. They should be knocked to the ground and stepped on ten thousand times."
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While pouring water, Shen Moer glanced at Fei Lin. He did not participate in the discussion, but there was nothing unusual about him. He was just busy writing the lesson plan.
At this time, Kong Meijuan suddenly brought a piece of drawing paper over: "Teacher Shen, this is yours, right?"
Chen Moer took it and looked at it, and said in surprise: "It's mine. This is the draft I made when I was drawing the embroidery pattern. There are two places that are not right. I threw it into the waste paper pile. How did you find it?"
Kong Meijuan was also puzzled: "Ah, is it a waste draft? This drawing is so beautiful, how could it be wrong? But I found it on the ground, and it got stuck in the gap between the desks."
She pointed in the direction of her desk.
Shen Moer turned her head and met Fei Lin's gaze. Fei Lin was stunned for a moment, then smiled at her and buried his head in writing again.
Shen Moer didn't have a class in the first period. After other teachers went to class, she went to the corner of the office where she kept waste paper and found that all the waste manuscripts she had thrown there before were gone.
The used papers in the office are not thrown away, but piled up here. When they accumulate to a certain amount, they are sent to the waste station.
It is usually delivered once every six months, but it hasn’t been delivered since the beginning of this year, so there is a big pile of them here.
However, drawing paper is different from other papers and it is still easy to distinguish.
Shen Moer couldn't understand why someone would use her scrapped draft with errors. Moreover, because the place where Kong Meijuan picked up the draft was very close to Fei Lin's, she couldn't help but suspect that this person might be Fei Lin.
However, this matter is not easy to investigate. After all, the waste paper is piled there for everyone to use. Sometimes people will take some to paste walls and windows, or even take some home to start a fire. As long as they don't take too much, no one will say anything.
Shen Moer had no idea at the moment, so she put the matter aside. She selfishly thought that this matter might not have any result by the time she left the commune middle school. She never expected that things would turn out well in just a few days.
First, on Saturday night, Shen Shaoyuan came back from overtime and said that all the police officers in the commune police station were out and about, and had arrested someone, causing chaos on the streets. It seemed that someone from the commune revolutionary committee was also involved.
When Shen Moer got up the next day, it was Sunday. Every household in the family compound was at home and the news had already spread.
It was when Liu Guizhi brought Zhou Ping'an to the house that she told Shen Moli the whole story.
It is said that someone anonymously reported to the police station that Sun Yaozu, deputy director of the Revolutionary Committee, secretly intercepted a batch of antique calligraphy and paintings confiscated from the house and was preparing to sell them privately to the south. The reporter even wrote the transaction time and place of both parties clearly in the report letter.
Then, when the police station was setting up a plan to arrest Sun Yaozu, another deputy director of the Revolutionary Committee, Wu Qiong, also received an identical letter of complaint. Wu Qiong had always been at odds with Sun Yaozu, but since these were all internal matters of the Revolutionary Committee, Wu Qiong was unsure how to deal with them for a moment, so he brought a few of his trusted aides to the scene.
When they arrived, the police station had already caught both parties red-handed. When Wu Qiong saw this, he said that he had also received a letter of complaint and came to arrest someone.
The two sides argued for a while on the spot over the ownership of the two suspects, and finally Wu Qiong made concessions.
It is said that the people who bought these antique calligraphy and paintings were suspected of colluding with enemy spies in the south and were involved in the enemy spy issue. After all, it would be more legitimate for the police station to take over than for the Revolutionary Committee to do so.
However, some people believe that Wu Qiong deliberately handed Sun Yaozu over to the police station because he did not want Sun Yaozu to make a comeback. After all, Sun Yaozu was quite a man of opportunities and had a very good relationship with the county Revolutionary Committee. If it were not for the ruthless means and strong background of the current director of the Revolutionary Committee of the commune, he would have been squeezed out by him long ago.
If Sun Yaozu was still in the hands of the Revolutionary Committee, he might be able to escape.
But it would be a different story if he fell into the hands of the police. Many people in the public security system had been persecuted by the Revolutionary Committee in recent years, and the two sides actually had old grudges. The public security would not show mercy to Sun Yaozu's men.
Being involved in things like enemy spies is almost the same as being a traitor, and everyone will want to kill him. It will be difficult for Sun Yaozu to turn things around.
Liu Guizhi's face was full of excitement: "You will never guess who the enemy spy who traded with Sun Yaozu is. I tell you, it's someone you know!"
Shen Moer glanced at Zhou Ping'an who was standing silently aside, and thought to herself, I not only know that the enemy spy who traded with Sun Yaozu was Fei Lin, I also know that the person who wrote the anonymous letter of denunciation was most likely your good son Zhou Ping'an.
This guy is awesome!
Chen Moer was too busy recently and didn't keep an eye on Zhou Ping'an all the time, but she still paid attention to him at school. There hadn't been anything unusual about Zhou Ping'an recently, and she hadn't heard Liu Guizhi say anything about the boy coming back soaking wet... It seemed that after she discovered him last time, the boy had become more careful.
Shen Moer smiled and said, "How could I have guessed that it was someone from our family compound? There are enemy spies hiding among us?"
Liu Guizhi said exaggeratedly: "I said you would never guess, Fei Lin, it's Mr. Fei from your commune middle school! Oh my God, isn't it scary that the teacher in the school is actually an enemy spy."
Shen Moer cooperated and made a surprised expression: "What, Teacher Fei, no way?!"
Zhou Ping'an glanced at Shen Moer and the corners of his mouth twitched.
Liu Guizhi shared the news she had heard with Shen Moer: "Yes, it is said that he was a neighbor of Sun Yaozu's family, and he was childhood sweethearts with Sun Yaozu's aunt. Later, his family became poor, so he went out to learn art. He joined a large opera troupe to play the erhu for people. It was in the troupe that he got in touch with enemy spies. After liberation, he somehow became a teacher, and then he somehow got in touch with Sun Yaozu, and the two of them worked together. Sun Yaozu got him things and intelligence, and he got things out in exchange for money."
She said in a tone of disbelief and envy: "This morning, the police searched several of Sun Yaozu's houses and found a box of 'small yellow croaker'. Oh my god, just tell me how much money this is worth! They can get so much money in such a small place like ours!"
Shen Moer blinked her eyes, she knew what "small yellow croaker" was, but she had more than one or two boxes in her treasure house, so she didn't think a box of "small yellow croaker" was anything special. No matter how many there were, they would just be hidden in the treasure house and collect dust. How could they be taken out to exchange for money?
She was somewhat interested in the antique calligraphy and paintings they were trading. She had never seen anything from this "ancient" world, and she didn't know if there was any difference between them and their Daliang.
Obviously, Shen Shaoyuan was more interested in antique calligraphy and paintings, and asked, "Didn't they say that these things should be smashed during the Four Olds Movement? Can this thing be exchanged for money?"
This is the disadvantage of "outsiders". Although they know the rules of this world, they often feel that the rules and reality are often contradictory.
I don’t know about Liu Guizhi. She doesn’t care about those antique calligraphy and paintings. She only cares about that box of “small yellow croaker”.
Zhou Ping'an explained, "They are worthless in China. Some people throw them away to avoid disaster. But they are valuable when they are taken to the south or abroad. It is said that there are people in the port city on the other side who are willing to pay to buy them."
Shen Shaoyuan glanced at him and said with a smile: "You know a lot at such a young age."
Zhou Ping'an lowered his eyes: "I just heard my classmates talking about it."
Shen Moer almost rolled her eyes. He was a loner in school, so how could any of his classmates chat with him? Besides, didn't she know his classmates? Their eyes revealed the ignorance and stupidity that were unique to teenagers. How could they know these things?
However, what surprised Shen Moer even more was that Zhou Ping'an actually had something to say: "In fact, those things are not completely useless. I heard that some embroidery patterns evolved from ancient calligraphy and paintings, and the propaganda posters that Uncle Shen usually draws actually have the shadow of ancient calligraphy and paintings."
Although he called Shen Moer Teacher Shen, he called Shen Shaoyuan Uncle Shen.
The main reason was that Shen Shaoyuan felt that he was young, and it was okay for him to call him grandpa in front of a group of younger relatives in the village, but he really didn't want to hear anyone calling him grandpa outside.
Especially a guy like Zhou Ping'an who is not much younger than his daughter.
At first, Liu Guizhi thought that her son had finally come to his senses and knew to talk more with the Shen family to get closer to them. But after hearing what he said, her face immediately turned green: "No, how dare you say anything, kid? That's the Four Olds. Nothing is useless. That's useless. You must accept criticism!"
Zhou Ping'an glanced at his mother, pursed his lips and stopped talking.
Shen Shaoyuan looked at him thoughtfully: "Have you seen the propaganda posters I drew?"
Zhou Pingan nodded heavily: "I have seen it. The first time I saw it was the fire. The fire seemed to have life, and the people seemed alive."
Shen Shaoyuan nodded. That was the first propaganda poster he drew after entering the kiln factory. It was named "Furnace Fire", but in fact, in addition to the blazing flames, there were also the hard-working kiln factory workers.
He didn't expect that Zhou Ping'an had seen his paintings so early.
Zhou Pingan said excitedly: "But my favorite is the harvest painting you painted for the commune. That painting reminds me of the fragrance of rice flowers in the wind. It makes me feel as if the future is full of hope, joy, and perfection."
"Of course, the picture of learning is also very good. The children can happily carry their schoolbags to school. Everyone is full of enthusiasm. Just like what the leader said, they are all the sun at eight or nine o'clock in the morning."
Zhou Ping'an's eyes were sparkling.
Shen Shaoyuan looked at him and suddenly said, "Do you want to learn painting from me?"
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