Zheng Feng felt increasingly guilty. "Okay, I will... From now on, Dad will always believe in Xiao Juan."
"Mmm." Zheng Juan's eyes stung, and tears welled up in them.
Heilongjiang Province, Labor Brigade.
Zhang Xuehui returned to her dormitory after working, completely out of breath.
At this time, her face was tanned dark, covered with yellow freckles, and she was thin and gaunt.
Judging by the dates, that bitch Su Wantang should have been arrested by the Revolutionary Committee and sent to the countryside for reform through labor!
Zhang Xuehui leaned against the cold earthen bed, her rough nails digging deeply into her palms, but she couldn't help but smile.
That bitch Su Wantang was spoiled rotten since childhood, never lifting a finger. She's probably in some remote corner now, being transformed into a human being.
The thought that her pretty face would become just like hers, dark and rough, or even worse, and that she would be scolded and insulted every day, instantly dispelled Zhang Xuehui's weariness.
She was even somewhat impatient to see Su Wantang's miserable state with her own eyes.
The female educated youths in the same dormitory were talking quietly. Zhang Xuehui leaned over and asked casually, "Hey, have you heard? Have any new people been sent down to the team recently?"
A round-faced girl was sewing shoe soles. Hearing this, she didn't even look up: "Newcomers? There are newcomers every day. They're just a few strong laborers transferred from other communes. There's nothing special about them."
Zhang Xuehui's heart sank, but she pressed on relentlessly, "I'm not talking about manual labor, I mean... those who have made mistakes, like capitalists or something, and are sent here for reformation?"
She deliberately lowered her voice, a strange excitement flickering in her eyes.
Upon hearing this, the girls all stopped what they were doing and turned to look at her.
The round-faced girl chuckled: "Zhang Xuehui, what are you thinking? Capitalists? That's a big deal in the city. Even if there were to be reforms, they wouldn't be sent down to a poor, remote labor brigade like ours. If there were such people, they would have been taken to a special farm long ago."
Another educated youth, a taller girl with a quieter personality, chimed in: "Yes, we are all poor and lower-middle peasants with impeccable revolutionary credentials here. Where would we find capitalists?"
No?
How could there not be?
Zhang Xuehui's smile froze on her face, and anger flared up inside her. She had planned everything meticulously, and she had even written the report herself. How could she have failed to bring Su Wantang down? Had it been sent somewhere else?
No, impossible! In that letter, she specifically "suggested" that Su Wantang be sent down to the most remote and harsh place in Heilongjiang Province so that she could experience the suffering of the people.
She refused to believe it and pointed out the name directly: "What do you mean there isn't one? It's Su Wantang! She's from Shanghai. Her family are huge capitalists, bloodsuckers who exploit the people! She should be sent here for reform!"
Her voice was sharp and venomous, instantly freezing the previously relaxed atmosphere in the dormitory.
Everyone looked at each other, their expressions extremely strange.
"Su Wantang?" The round-faced girl blinked, as if she had heard something unbelievable. "You mean... Su Wantang who was in the newspaper?"
"What newspaper?" Zhang Xuehui's heart skipped a beat, and an extremely ominous premonition gripped her.
"You still don't know?" The round-faced girl exclaimed as if she had discovered a new continent, her voice rising eight octaves. "My God, Zhang Xuehui, your information is so outdated! Su Wantang isn't some capitalist, she's a red capitalist!"
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