Chapter 40 First Submission Material

After handing over the pigs, the villagers gradually dispersed and each 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. Uncle Cai didn't wait for anyone and walked back to the village carrying his things on his back.

Ye Yu and his friends 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 there was also a package for Han Jing, which was not small either.

Hua Feifei was sweet-talking and soon became familiar with a post office clerk. She just told him to leave his things there for the time being and they would pick them up after they finished shopping today.

Then comes sending letters and things.

Everyone sent letters home; Xu Fei, Han Jing, and Hua Feifei also sent letters to the newspaper.

Ye Yu suggested that they send their letters to more newspapers. Although culture has been impacted these days, newspapers have not closed down. There are many famous newspapers in Yanjing City.

However, the content of newspapers today is so chaotic that it is unbearable to look at. Even the only children's newspaper has stopped publishing new stories. They just keep printing the same stories about Wang Xiaoer and Lei Feng over and over again every day, 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. And shouldn’t the meaning of newspapers and magazines mainly be 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 having their articles published in newspapers were still quite high.

Xu Fei and his three friends also followed Ye Yu's advice and sent their emails to all the newspaper addresses they could find.

Zhao Chunjiao asked:

"Comrade Ye Yu, won't you 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 really appeared in the newspaper, it would cause trouble for her.

Yang Xiuxiu was taking out her letter home and rewriting it, adding the seasoning.

Among the six people, Ye Yu was the only one who sent something, and the thing he sent was not much, just chicken sauce or smoked fish made by Hua Feifei, which was commissioned by the two restaurants.

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 tell. I made it into chicken sauce and smoked fish, put it 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.

While mailing the items, Ye Yu couldn't control her depression.

Yang Xiuxiu and Zhao Chunjiao were puzzled. After sending the letter, Hua Feifei smiled and explained to them: "People are like iron, and food is like steel. Xiaoyu is particularly obsessed with food, so obsessed that she is a little stingy.

I can see it, I can see it, it's definitely more than just a little bit.

"Xiaoyu?"

I guess I learned this from Liu Hongmei. She changed the way she addressed people pretty quickly. She's really outgoing.

Ye Yu glanced at them and asked, "Can you please not say bad things to people's faces?"

She was reluctant to leave, and her emotions adjusted themselves quickly.

When they walked out of the post office and could no longer see the meat pot, Ye Yu's low pressure completely disappeared. Every time Ye Yu ate meat, she felt reluctant to give them half a spoonful of meat soup, but when they ate it, she quickly forgot about it and felt relieved.

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 in an "L" shape.

Among them, the agricultural and sub-station, post office, health center, etc. are on one main street, and the supply and marketing cooperative, state-owned hotel, town primary and secondary schools, G committee, etc. are on another main street.

A few 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 a crowd of people standing on both sides of the street watching the excitement.

There are residents of the town and also villagers who have gathered here.

"What kind of event is being held here? Is it a temple fair?" Hua Feifei was both fresh and curious. She had met an uncle from the north in the past and listened to his stories about temple fairs when he was a child. She had always longed to go there.

"How can we open a temple meeting under the current circumstances?" Ye Yu frowned as he listened to the voice in his ears. "It's not a good thing."

Just as he finished speaking, a group of people came up the street. More than a dozen of them wearing red armbands arrogantly scolded the seven or eight people in the middle who had signs with their crimes related to the "five black categories" written on them for public display.

But apart from two robbery charges, the contents of the other people's listings are difficult to describe. They are either "Zhou Pa Pi" landlords or "right-wing" intellectuals.

It was the first time for the people in Pingquan Town to see this. They didn’t understand the specific situation and just thought that these people were all bad people, pointing fingers and talking about this and that.

No one will throw away rotten eggs or rotten cabbages. Eggs are so expensive, and rotten cabbages can be fed to pigs. No matter how much the red armbands encourage, the onlookers are just there to see the novelty. After all, most of them are strangers to the people who put up the signs.

"It's definitely not a good thing." The educated youth were all silent. They had seen this in the city.

It’s not that no one resisted in the beginning, and it’s not that no one pleaded for mercy or was angry for some truly innocent people, but it’s useless unless you get involved yourself; and if you get involved yourself, the most frightening thing is that your family will be implicated as well.

As a result, rational people gradually became silent and went with the flow, while more people were like the crowd, knowing nothing and becoming a knife in the hands of the bad guys.

I thought it was justice.

After walking around the street for a round or two, these people with the signs will most likely be sent to a nearby farm.

Although it is called a farm, a more complete name is actually a labor reform farm. The purpose is labor reform. The living conditions in the labor reform farms are much worse than those in the production teams, and the work is also very hard, including land reclamation, farm construction, road construction, and reservoir repair. Moreover, 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 earthy plateaus, vast grasslands, and Gobi deserts, where they had to live in the open air, open up wasteland and build sites. The harsh environment also caused their casualties to be alarming.

A few people had no interest in watching the excitement and hid in the crowd waiting for them to pass.

At the end of the crowd, they actually saw a little girl, probably only five years old, less than one meter tall, wearing an old cotton-padded jacket full of patches, walking unsteadily at the end of the line.

???

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 in front. However, because she was too young to justify having a label 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 were also despised in that era. They suffered discrimination and attacks in all aspects of life, study, and work. If they were not careful, they would 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 did not cry.

Even if they were members of the five black categories, they still attracted a lot of sympathy from people.

"What a sin."

"A little kid is following an adult on the street. What does the evil done by adults have to do with them?"

"Who told them they were the children of the five black categories? Their ancestors may have eaten the blood of the common 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 scanned the person holding the sign.

Generally speaking, according to the laws of genetics, there is a certain probability that children will look similar to their parents, and based on some dominant genetic traits, 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. Looking closely, 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 preliminary speculation is that they are three generations of grandparents and grandchildren.

But Ye Yu didn't know them, and they didn't seem familiar to her. Could it be that the little girl looked like someone she knew? It was just that the memory was too long ago and it was a mess, so she couldn't remember it for a while.

"What's wrong?" When Han Jing and his friends 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 get involved with or oppose the red armbands.

I've heard of several blood-tear lessons.

"No, nothing."

Ye Yu was not an impulsive person, nor was she so conceited as to think that she could change the world solely with her level 2 space ability. She shook her head, and after these people swam past them, she went into 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 Sijiucheng, and 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.

Maybe 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 Yanjing State-owned Store.

The buyers just asked two more questions and started to make a lot of accusations.

It was not easy for people in that era to make money, so they cherished every penny. Even if it was a dime, 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 rags from the inner pocket, opened it little by little, and counted out the dimes and cents one by one.

Maybe he hadn't finished counting yet, when the young salesperson reached out to take them impatiently: "What's wrong with you? Do you want to buy them or not? If you don't want to buy them, forget it."

The buyer didn't think it was wrong to be scolded and even smiled in a flattering manner.

"See? The material comes from life. It's safe and can resonate with the general public. It's excellent material. Would you like to write an article?" Ye Yu said to Xu Fei and others.