Chapter 4: Trial of the Villain!
Now that you have made up your mind, follow the army!
This determination made Shen Lingning feel a sharp pain in his heart.
Before, when Zhou Weiguo first mentioned joining the army and mentioned the base in the Qinnan Mountains, she instinctively resisted.
Just being tied up by her biological father Lin Sanquan from Shanghai to a small mountain village in southern Shanxi, the bumpy and rough journey made her feel like her bones were being rubbed apart.
Do you want to go to the deep mountains in the northwest again?
She didn't even dare to think about the suffering there.
She was spoiled by her grandparents, mother and uncle since she was a child.
How could I, who grew up in a garden house in Shanghai, endure the severe cold and poverty in the northwest?
That was simply another world that she could not understand, let alone endure.
After Zhou Weiguo returned to the team after his leave, she rejected his "kindness" with almost the relief of surviving a disaster. She was even a little cold towards him because of her dislike for Jinnan.
She remembered the momentary stiffness on the man's face and the silence in his deep eyes.
At that time, she only felt that it was confusion, disappointment, and perhaps a little unhappiness that the man had been insulted.
Until the year I stayed alone in Majiaji——
This year, the rammed earth walls of Majiaji and the rough life in the rural areas of southern Shanxi had eaten away all the discomfort she had felt when she first arrived, making her truly experience what hardship was.
The Zhou family looked down on her because she was forced to buy her, the sisters-in-law excluded her openly and covertly, and the gossipy women who had once had feelings for Zhou Weiguo were sour and outspoken.
She tasted it all.
I also understood Zhou Weiguo's original look.
——It’s not that I don’t understand, or that I think she’s stupid, it’s that I’m worried.
After he got to know her better, he was worried that she wouldn't be able to survive or live comfortably in this unfamiliar place.
It was only after she had swallowed all the bitterness and sweetness she had experienced in Majiaji that she could see more clearly the feelings she had for Zhou Weiguo in her heart.
The two of them are not just a pair of desperate people who are forced to get together.
It is in these tiring days that the two hearts support and stay close to each other.
This difficult birth, coupled with the worry about Zhou Weiguo, made Shen Lingning think that perhaps the best option was for their family of three to be together.
At this moment, she stopped feeling sorry for herself and dwelling on the past.
Qinnan is no longer just a symbol of a bitter and cold place, but has become a safe haven to go to.
Follow the army!
Shen Lingning leaned against the cold earthen wall, his eyes sweeping over this dilapidated hut filled with painful memories.
Leave, must leave as soon as possible!
——Weiguo may still be alive!
Go find the man who is willing to protect her.
However, the death notice has been sent, but Mengbao said that he is not dead. But not dead does not mean he is fine. Is he missing?
Or seriously injured?
Now she is surrounded by wolves and she has no energy to think about Zhou Weiguo. She can only take care of herself and her daughter first.
Her body was still weak, but the nourishment from the spiritual spring and the mental strength brought by the smoky crystal allowed her to remain unusually clear-headed.
She struggled to get off the kang, endured the pain and began to pack up her pitiful belongings: a few half-worn clothes, the silver clove earrings left by her mother, the life-saving IOU, and the precious brown sugar sent by the old branch secretary, all of which were carefully wrapped up by her.
With a slight movement of the mind, these important things quietly disappeared from the wrist and were stored in the corner of that small space.
"Fubao, mommy put the things in."
Yes, that was the nickname she gave to her daughter, Fubao, her lucky star, the little Fubao who saved her from danger and gave her new life.
She muttered to herself.
"Yeah! Mommy put it away! It's in the corner, it's safe!"
Fubao responded immediately with a soft and slightly excited voice, "Mom, that little grid... seems to be able to hold more things? The mist has dispersed a little bit more!"
Shen Lingning concentrated his mind and sensed that indeed, the boundary of space seemed to extend outward a tiny bit, and the flame of hope became even brighter.
"Fubao."
As Shen Lingning put the last bit of cornmeal into the space, he asked seriously in his heart: "This space... besides storing things, growing tea, and drinking spring water, what else can Mom use it for? For example..."
She thought of the money and grain that the Zhou family had stolen, and her empty rice jar.
A bold idea came to mind: "...Can I take something from someone else's house without being discovered?"
"able!"
Fubao's voice was full of affirmation, like a little teacher: "Mom, just concentrate on thinking about that thing, think about its location, then use your mind to "grab" it, and then "pull" it into the space!
Just like putting away the clothes just now! However... there seems to be a limit on the distance. Right now... maybe... um... within ten steps?
Moreover, if that person is awake and focuses his mental energy on that thing, he might be able to feel a little bit?
But Fubao can help!
Fubao's spiritual power can be like a small blanket, gently covering them so that they can't feel it!"
Shen Lingning's eyes lit up!
Ten steps!
That's enough!
The Zhou family’s shabby house is just separated by an earthen wall!
Thoughts flooded her mind: the Zhou family stole her pension and her food rations, and forced her and Fubao to die?
Now, it’s their turn to “take” it back!
Not only do we want to get back the interest, but we also want to let them experience what it feels like to be hungry and cold in this snowy weather!
This is the travel expenses prepared for the army, and it is also a judgment on the jackals!
"good!"
Shen Lingning looked at Fubao in his arms. No need to say anything, a tacit understanding of a fighting alliance flowed silently.
"Fubao, we're going to take action tonight. Target: all of the Zhou family's food coupons, wearable thick clothes, and quilts!"
As the night deepened, the wind and snow became stronger, and the howling wind plunged the entire Majiaji into dead silence.
Shen Lingning held the sleeping Fubao in his arms (the little guy was trying hard to mobilize his mental power), and used his mental power like an invisible tentacle, carefully reaching out to the Zhou family next door.
Fubao's spiritual power was like a warm mist, quietly covering the past.
The scene on the other side of the earthen wall gradually became clear in Shen Lingning's eyes: Zhou Weidong was snoring loudly at the foot of the kang, while Wang Chunhua and Zhou Pozi were squeezed at the head of the kang, and seemed to be fast asleep as well.
There was a cabinet with peeling paint standing in the corner, and at the end of the kang were piles of worn-out cotton quilts and a few patched thick cotton jackets.
The rice jar next to the stove is covered with a wooden board...that's it!
Shen Lingning held his breath and concentrated his mind, locking onto the few coarse grains in the rice jar, the food coupons and change hidden in the small cloth bag under Wang Chunhua's pillow, and the pile of thick clothes and quilts that barely kept her warm!
"receive!"
Thoughts are like invisible hands that suddenly "grab"!
The rice jar was empty in an instant!
The cloth bag under the pillow disappeared!
The clothes and quilts at the end of the kang seemed to be blown away by the strong wind and disappeared in an instant!
The entire process was silent and lightning-fast! The three Zhou family members were completely unaware and remained immersed in their sleep.
Done!
Shen Lingning felt relieved, and a sense of relief rose in his heart.
Just as he was about to withdraw his spiritual power, Wang Chunhua's subdued, excited and malicious voice came from the kang next door...
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