Lian Xiaomin waved her hand and said to Tan Rushong, "Okay, you should go to bed and rest early. You still have to look after Baogen at night to see if he still has a fever. If you have anything, just tell Sun Xuefeng."
They left the west room, and Sun Xuefeng said:
"How about you stay in my parents' room tonight? It's snowing hard and it's very cold on the way back to the village. The room is clean."
Since there was nothing to do the next day, Lian Xiaomin nodded and entered the middle room.
Sun Xuefeng also heated the kang. It was not too late, so he made some milk powder and gave it to the little one. The two of them sat down and chatted, talking about the Pang family.
"That old man Pang was quite funny. He stuffed a big gold ingot into my hand and said we had worked hard to protect his family's safety."
Sun Xuefeng laughed when he mentioned it, and said that the gold ingots were forced upon him and he had no choice but to accept them.
He didn't know where this gold ingot came from. People who came out of the labor camp should have nothing, so how could they have this thing?
That’s a pretty big tip!
He took it back and thought about giving it to Xiaomin.
Lian Xiaomin also laughed: "His ancestors were wealthy, and the old Pang family was affected and targeted by the evil people of the Pigeon Committee. It's a bit similar to the situation of the Pei family in Shanghai."
"...As a result, after I saved them, Lao Pang recalled his father's last words before he died..."
"...I went there and actually dug up a lot of gold and silver treasures! Then we divided it between us."
Sun Xuefeng opened his eyes wide: "How is it divided? What kind of treasures are there?"
The two of them have been together for three or four years, going through thick and thin together, and have become quite comfortable talking and chatting with each other.
Sun Xuefeng was asking questions on purpose because he wanted to hear her talk about all the gold, silver and treasures. It would be nice to satisfy his ears and listen.
Who doesn’t love to hear stories about treasure?
Lian Xiaomin just told him what treasures there were.
He said that he had received several boxes of gold ingots and some beautiful antique vases. He would ask "Lin Zi" to transport them to Hong Kong so that he could see them.
Influenced by his father, Sun Xuefeng likes old things and has been exchanging these things for Lian Xiaomin. He was very interested in this and nodded repeatedly.
"Lao Pang gave you the gold ingots, so just keep them. Haha, I get more than you anyway."
Yes, she got three boxes for herself!
Sun Xuefeng also said that he had not been idle during the time he lived in the county town with his cousin Shen Chuntian.
There are three black markets in the county, and they don't go to the black market near the cannery in Dalong.
They often take turns to go out, with one person staying at home while the other goes to the black market behind the train station to sell goods.
They did not take the large items that were difficult to carry, such as food, so they left them in the commune and let Chen Chunqiao be in charge.
At the county train station, you can sell some watches and wool.
They took two sacks of various colored wool to the county town, placed them lightly on the back seat of the vehicle, and each person carried one bag. They sold very well. They were all taken from the supplies that Lian Xiaomin had previously stored at Sun Xuefeng's place.
Watches are even more convenient to carry. You can just put a few dozen watches in a bag and take them to the county town. They sell very well.
"Don't go to the county town recently. If the situation isn't tense, just leave Chen Chuntian there to keep an eye on it."
Sun Xuefeng nodded: "I know, don't worry, Baogen is here. The child who has suffered is sensible. Even if I am not at home sometimes, he will definitely cook for himself and eat well and not be cold."
"Well, I heard from Tan Rushong that his sister in Shanghai was really cruel. She secretly gave the child to someone else and even charged fifty yuan. After all, it was a boy..."
Lian Xiaomin took a sip of the milk powder. Uh, it didn't taste good. She couldn't get used to it... She frowned, put the enamel pot down again, and continued.
"I guess that Baogen is missing, and his family must have asked around. It's not impossible that they went to Sandagou and the educated youth camp to look for him. Maybe someone saw the child coming here, and he must have come here many times."
"...I think you should go to Chenjiatun first and ask around to see who is so evil."
Seeing that she couldn't finish the milk powder, Sun Xuefeng took it and poured it into his own cup, which he finished in a few gulps. People in this era must not waste, and there is no pressure to eat and drink what others have left.
He wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand: "Okay, leave it to me. What's the family's last name?"
"The surname is Jin, and there are three families, Jin Wangxi and Jin Laosan. If it doesn't work, we should think of a way to punish them."
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They chatted for a while, and then Sun Xuefeng went back to the east room to sleep.
Lian Xiaomin locked the door, blew out the candle, and slipped into the space.
It was just past ten o'clock. I checked on the four kids to see how they were sleeping, took a hot bath to get rid of the cold, and lay down to rest myself.
The next day, she went back to Sandagou alone.
After arriving home, I heated up the big kang and took the four kids out to play on it. I planned to stay at home and not go anywhere for the time being.
She also found time to teach Xiaofu how to read and do arithmetic, and the boy studied very hard.
In this era, there is no such concept of parenting to win at the starting line. Lian Xiaomin's purpose is not to let his child learn a lot in advance, but simply to entertain him.
After being taught how to read and write, he can practice writing and drawing on his own and find something to do.
Xiaoya and Junjun also joined in the fun and learned. The kids gathered together and they really loved to learn.
Lian Xiaomin also spent some time writing several scripts.
Don't get me wrong, she doesn't have the talents of Xue Zhisen. She is born to be a screenwriter and director.
She just wrote down the lines from the 1983 version of the Hong Kong TV series The Legend of the Condor Heroes on her computer. Haha, it was like she copied the novel and made an adapted script.
Many times, even if the original work is good, making it into a film or TV series is equivalent to re-creation, which depends on the level of the adaptation.
This drama is so classic and the adaptation is so good that Lian Xiaomin got to enjoy the benefit of being a time traveler and a plagiarist.
The novel script has already been purchased, so she can ask the company to film according to the script she came up with, and the classic will appear ten years earlier.
Version 83 becomes version 73 ~ Excellent!
Even though Lian Xiaomin stayed at home, she had so much to do that time passed quickly. In a blink of an eye, more than half of January had passed.
During this period, Sun Xuefeng visited her once, delivered some old items he had collected, and also reported on the situation in Chenjia Village.
The people in Jin Laosan's family thought that Baogen ran out to look for food on the snowy day on New Year's Day and froze to death outside.
They thought it was bad luck and didn't even look for him. They just assumed he was definitely dead and didn't go out to ask.
Therefore, no one knew that Baogen had a half-brother who was working in the nearby Sandagou. For now, this matter has come to nothing.
After this period of interaction, Sun Xuefeng felt that Tan Zhiqing was a good person, honest, hardworking, and loved to learn.
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