After praising Song Yan, a political education meeting was held, mainly focusing on loving the motherland, striving to build the country, and preventing enemy agents from harming society. The content was quite broad…
Song Yan listened for a few moments and then drifted off. Her consciousness searched the space, but nothing had changed. The rabbit was put in its cage. Rabbits can't just eat grass. Tomorrow, when she passes the cornfield, she'll look for corn seedlings. When planting, the seedlings don't have the same seed in each eye; when weeding, she needs to remove the excess seedlings, leaving only the strongest one. There are always careless people when working; surely there won't be no double seedlings at all… Another batch of persimmons and strawberries ripened. The bright red strawberries, pink, yellow, and green ripe tomatoes piled up looked so beautiful. The space is truly productive! After the vines grew, she could harvest a batch of ripe tomatoes and strawberries almost every day…
The commotion outside alerted Song Yan, and people from the commune came to conduct ideological education. Song Yan discovered that they were mainly targeting Old Han. At one point, they got so worked up that they kicked Old Han to his knees and kicked him several times, saying they were unworthy to stand before the people. This detail appears in the original book. These people were acting under someone else's orders to torment Old Han. They were after something Old Han possessed—something like medical books or secret recipes. Old Han, being a tough guy, refused to yield.
When the brigade leader spoke, Song Yan listened attentively. He passionately recounted how hard-won their current life was and looked forward to the future. If she hadn't experienced it herself, Song Yan wouldn't have believed anyone who said that this impoverished county would be bustling with activity and everyone would have enough to eat, consuming white flour every day, in thirty years!
The original owner hadn't been in the village for long and had never encountered anything like this before. The other villagers didn't seem surprised, but Song Yan couldn't stand it anymore. Was this a common occurrence?
Wu Changsheng looked at the crowd and said, "Someone take him back!"
Song Yan stood up. "I'll take him home!"
It doesn't matter who goes. Wu Changsheng waved his hand. "Go!"
Old Han staggered to his feet, his back hunched over from years of hardship.
Old Han almost fell. Song Yan clenched her hands tightly, resisting the urge to help him up. She followed the stooped Old Han slowly out of the venue. Song Yan hadn't had time to carefully read the original text and didn't know who had framed Old Han.
Until the venue was out of sight, Song Yan silently supported Lao Han.
Old Han pushed Song Yan away. "Don't let anyone see."...
Old Han and his family lived in a straw shed next to the cowshed, and they had very little. Song Yan poured Old Han a bowl of water. Old Han saw pity and reluctance in Song Yan's eyes. "You haven't been in the brigade for long, is this the first time you've seen this?"
Song Yan nodded. "Do they do this often?"
“As long as no one from the commune comes, the team leader won’t act like this,” Old Han said, rubbing his knee. Song Yan’s eyes reddened, because she knew Old Han’s status in the traditional Chinese medicine world as described in the book. The feeling of such humiliation was different when she read about it in a book versus seeing it in person. “I offended someone I shouldn’t have. That’s why I’m getting special treatment. You should go back now.”
Song Yan patted her face, adjusting her expression. She quickly pulled four tomatoes and a large flatbread from her handbag—actually, her spatial storage. She had secretly stored the flatbread in her storage space for emergencies. After putting the things down, she left without looking back. Song Yan felt like a heavy stone was pressing on her heart, and she still hadn't recovered by the time she went to sleep.
"You can't do this!" Wei Aiguo suddenly spoke.
"What?" Song Yan didn't hear clearly.
“If others find out you sympathize with them, you’ll be in big trouble. Do you know that it will also implicate us?” Wei Aiguo said very seriously.
"No, I don't pity them." Song Yan patted her face. "I'm just a little tired. I'm tired." Song Yan quickly lay down. What's wrong with her? Anyway, Old Han ultimately didn't let them succeed and protected her things. Slowly expanding her space to grow food inside, having food could help many people, and the things in the space wouldn't spoil. That's good enough; she shouldn't think about anything else… After giving away four tomatoes, the expanded corner grew a little bigger…
The four people each held a pancake in one hand and a persimmon in the other. Locals call tomatoes "persimmons."
Old Liao: "Are the persimmons ripe now?"
Old Zeng, who had never spoken to Song Yan before, said, "Eat up! Don't take advantage of the child's good intentions."
Old Han: "My student, I taught him with care for so many years, and he didn't hesitate at all when he harmed me. I only treated Song Yan's mother-in-law's leg once, and she's so good to us."
Old Liao: "He's a good kid!"
Old Du, with his professional instincts as a criminal investigator, asked, "How were you framed?" This was a question directed at Old Han.
Old Han: "The effect of Chinese medicine varies greatly depending on the dosage. In particular, some medicines can cure diseases in small doses but kill in large doses. He added a 2 in front of the 6-gram dosage. The dosage was increased several times and that's when the problem occurred. He has been with me for so many years, and he can imitate my handwriting by adding a stroke that is completely undetectable."
Old Du: "If he uses the same pen again, and he doesn't acknowledge anyone, then no one can do anything about it."
Old Han: "I've been dealing with that patient's family for many years, and I think they trust me, otherwise they wouldn't have offered not to pursue the matter. On the contrary, it was my student who teamed up with others to keep pressing me."
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The pancake has a pleasant aroma when chewed, and then you take a bite of the persimmon, which is refreshingly sweet.
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