Chapter 5 Chapter 5 What is this? wallpaper? Shovel it away...
"If we have nothing to eat and nothing to wear, the enemy will provide them for us. If we have no guns and no cannons, the enemy will make them for us—ah, ah, ah, ah!"
Song Ruan had already packed all of the Song family's pots, pans, buckets and bowls into a wooden box - even the oil can she had just used was not left out - and piled them in two piles along with the tables, chairs and benches in the living room. She was packing bedding and clothing for Song's father and mother in the room when she suddenly sneezed loudly.
She's already lived into the seventies, and people are still talking about her?
When he lowered his head, he happened to see a leather envelope stuck between the bed boards. He opened it and saw another stack of money. He quickly put it into the space.
Together with the flowered cloth bag she found at the bottom of the sewing box, the money roll she found in the wine bottle, and the small box she found under Song Jiabao's pillow, she found a total of four hundred and fifty-one and eighty yuan.
This family really does have their own little treasury - unfortunately, none of them have the skills to hide the money, so she has to take advantage of it.
Song Ruan patted and knocked again to search every nook and cranny. After making sure that there was no money that had slipped through the net, her eyes fell on the large items she had packed:
"System, I don't have enough space and I don't have the money to upgrade. Can you help me keep these things? Will it really not have any negative impact on you?"
[I've told you it's okay, it's my lounge, I can put whatever I want in it, no one can stop me? 】
"That's good. Then take all the things I packed with you. The bed and the cabinet too. You can take the window frame and the door. You can chop them up and use them as firewood. You can keep the glass. I'll put it in my own space. If I meet a bad guy, I can take it out and smash him to death with a piece of glass at any time!"
Song Ruan gestured excitedly.
[Yes, who can want more than you, my living father?]
The system complained unhappily while collecting the data according to her instructions.
By the time the two vacuum cleaners finished working together, the only things left in the room besides the two of them were the load-bearing walls.
After all, Song Ruan even scraped off the wallpaper on the wall - although it can no longer be used to paste walls, it can still be used as a fire starter!
The egg shells that were thrown under Song Li's bed were now spread out on the ground in plain sight. Song Ruan rolled her eyes and stuffed them evenly into the cracks in the walls of each room - August was the hottest month, and the egg shells would rot and attract insects soon, and the stench would kill them!
Thinking of this, she sighed in annoyance. If she had known earlier, she should have left a raw egg, the effect would have been better.
After stuffing the last bit of leftovers into her stomach, she clapped her hands and was about to leave. When she reached the door, she suddenly remembered something, took out a stick, rushed back, stopped at a rat hole and poked it hard. A grey shadow squeaked and ran out, then disappeared through the crack in the door in the blink of an eye - she heard that rats are also meat these days, so she would not leave any for them!
She contentedly carried the small luggage she had used as a cover, and while closing the door, she reminded the system: "I want that pile of coal behind the door, too."
【. 】
Song Ruan, carrying a small bag, walked slowly past the next house.
Sure enough, Aunt Zhou, who was cleaning up at the door, immediately called her: "Soft girl, where are you going with your bag?"
Song Ruan sniffed: "Aunt, I'm going to the countryside. The ticket is for 5 o'clock tomorrow morning. I'll go to the station early and wait."
"Ah? Aren't you already working in a textile factory? People with jobs have to go to the countryside, too?" Aunt Zhou rushed over and asked anxiously, "Tell me about it."
Her eldest son just took over her job. Is it possible that he's doing it for nothing?
"No, it's my second sister. She didn't want to go to the countryside, so she signed me up."
"Your sister is really a piece of shit."
Fortunately, her youngest son is only eight years old and cannot do this.
Aunt Zhou breathed a sigh of relief and was in the mood to find out what was going on in other people's homes.
"But my parents also thought of a solution for me. They asked me to get engaged to Director Ma first, and then I can come back after the New Year to get married..."
"That's fine," Aunt Zhou said disdainfully, "Dad, that Director Ma from your unit who's in his forties and has beaten his wife into the hospital several times? You might as well not come back."
"Aunt, do you know him?" Song Ruan's eyes widened in surprise.
"Oh, didn't your parents tell you?" Aunt Zhou was aroused by her confused reaction and slapped her thigh. "My cousin's neighbor's cousin's aunt lives next door to him. I used to hear the one in front of him screaming like a ghost after being beaten. She didn't even want the child and ran away. Look, look."
She excitedly fanned the flames, "Your parents are nothing either."
"What?"
Song Ruan felt as if struck by lightning, her lips opened and closed, but in the end she just wiped away a bitter tear and opened the bag on her back. Seeing Aunt Zhou's little eyes peering inside, he searched more thoroughly without making a sound, and after revealing all the tattered clothes and thin quilts, he finally took out a piece of candy from the bottom.
"Aunt, I know you have good intentions. Thank you for your advice. I may not come back, so this piece of candy is for your little treasure as my last gift to him!"
Aunt Zhou was aroused by her candy and quickly took it into her hands, comforting her: "I know you are a good child, soft girl, take care of yourself!"
Song Ruan walked out with tears in her eyes. She met some people along the way. Some of them were attracted by her red eyes and asked her questions but she didn't answer. She just walked with her head down. Sure enough, she heard Aunt Zhou's low but excited voice behind her.
"What's wrong with Song Ruan? Oh, you asked the right person. Let me tell you, her second son is really not a human being..."
"Her parents are nothing either..."
"She didn't prepare anything, she just took two pieces of ragged clothes with her..."
"Really? I saw it with my own eyes! The bag was turned inside out. So pitiful..."
Song Ruan curled up the corners of his lips like a kitten blowing its whiskers.
[I didn't realize you have some tricks up your sleeve]
The system clicked its tongue.
Song Ruan's secretly proud expression froze, and she curled her lips awkwardly: "It's just some insignificant tricks, not worth mentioning."
[What's not presentable? How does the saying go? It doesn't matter if the cat is black or white, as long as it can catch mice, it's a good cat.]
The system retorted, and suddenly, as if realizing something, its tentacles stood up alertly:
[What’s wrong with you?] There's nothing wrong with this, why are you reflecting on yourself first? Why are you so restrained? We are a system of fighting against idiots! Be arrogant! 】
[Repeat after me: I am number one in the world. It is an honor for your ancestors to even look at you. The fact that you made me bother to calculate your merits is a credit to your eight generations of ancestors.]
Song Ruan: ...
Thank you, my chicken blood bag.
The time on her ticket was five o'clock tomorrow morning, which was obviously too early considering the sun hadn't even set yet. Song Ruan could only find a corner in the station lobby, use her luggage to make a small nest, and timidly move in.
It was indeed a bit uncomfortable, but there was nothing she could do. Her "strength to move mountains and courage to conquer the world" could only last for half a day, and she was afraid that Song Guogang would come back in the middle of the night and go crazy, and then she wouldn't be able to defeat him.
——The first eighteen years did not leave her with anything else, but she had to remember to be cautious and cautious at all times to protect her own safety.
She dozed off with her head buried in her knees. Passers-by were chatting and passing by from time to time, and some educated youth who arrived early were sobbing and saying goodbye to their families. She remained motionless in the midst of the hustle and bustle.
"Comrades——!" The earth-shattering shout scared Song Ruan so much that he almost fell off the luggage bag.
"What's going on? Is there an earthquake?" She sat up with a start.
"Comrades!" A girl with tile-shaped hair stood on the steps, excited, "We also have two hands. We don't want to eat idle meals in the city. Let's work together to build the countryside! Build the frontier for the motherland! Be Chairman Mao's good students for life!"
Her emotions also infected the people around her. Many educated youth who were originally wiping their tears followed suit and pumped their fists: "Be a good student of Chairman Mao for life!"
"We are all educated youth. We will be a family working together in the future. We must work together..."
The girl spoke in a powerful voice, attracting more people's attention. She seemed to be encouraged and spoke more passionately.
Amid the frenzy, Song Ruan calmly shrank into her little nest, without any ulterior motive. She admired from the bottom of her heart this kind of passionate, eloquent person, but in this era with this kind of person who loves to make trouble... it sounds like there will be a lot of trouble.
She just wanted to get through the college entrance examination smoothly. It would of course be better if she could have better material living conditions, but she definitely didn't want to cause trouble for herself.
But this also reminded her - Song Ruan took out a copy of the book from her luggage bag. This kind of weapon of public opinion and political correctness must be mastered.
As she flipped through the pages, she thought to herself: She still needs to get a few more law books from this era. She forgot about them the last time she went to the supply and marketing cooperative. Oh, she was still not careful enough.
As departure time approached, the number of people at the station increased noticeably. Most of them were young people who were saying goodbye to their families, carrying large and small bags, and crying their eyes out.
Song Ruan, who was alone, seemed a little out of place in such a warm atmosphere. She looked around awkwardly with her hands in her pockets, and saw comrades from the Youth League Office setting up a small table on the side of the lobby to register the number of people who had reported. She quickly squeezed in and was given a big red flower by the staff.
"Hey, this big red flower is pretty." Song Ruan dragged the luggage towards the car while picking the big red flowers to admire them.
Soon she was no longer in the mood.
The train came from the dawn with a clang, belching white smoke. With a long puff of air, like a horn, the people on the train rushed down like sardines from a can. The passengers on the platform seemed to be facing a major test. They bit their cheeks and squeezed upwards, even their eyeballs were straining.
Song Ruan, whose giant strength buff had lost its effect, was like a small broken boat in the wind and waves, forced to go with the flow in the confrontation between the two groups of people.
"Ouch!" Something pecked her forehead hard. Song Ruan covered her head and looked over. She saw an old lady squeezing over with a sack held high. A big rooster poked its head out of the hole and looked down at her arrogantly.
“Cluck, cluck, cluck!”
Why bring a chicken?
No, now even a chicken dares to bully her?
Song Ruan reached out to fan it, but the crowd behind her suddenly rushed forward, sweeping her forward.
"Hey hey hey hey!!" Song Ruan, who was not even touched by a chicken feather, waved his hands in vain and was washed away like a crab with bared fangs and claws.
"No," Song Ruan was squeezed so hard that she pulled her head out from the luggage of the person in front of her. "If I get on the train earlier, I can change the hard seat to a soft seat. What's the hurry?"
The system checked the information:
[There were no seat numbers on train tickets in this era. You usually had to find a seat when you got on the train. This is not a special train for educated youth and it is not the starting station. If you get on later, it is not possible for a hard seat to become a soft seat, but it is very likely that a hard seat will become no seat. It takes three days and three nights to get from here to the Northeast. Even donkeys don't dare to stand like this.]
[Look, there's someone climbing in through the window]
"What???"
Song Ruan was horrified. He took a deep breath and lunged forward, rushing forward like a rocket launcher.
“Fuck! Fuck! Stop squeezing me!” The person in front of her yelled in fear, “I’m about to fly!”
"I'm sorry, brother." Song Ruan accelerated like a dragon, and jumped into the car through the gap. "I'm so sorry."
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