After some refusals, the director forced it into her hand, and she had no choice but to accept it. She thanked him again and left with Officer Zhao. After leaving the Youth League Office, An Ran asked, "Comrade Zhao, have the results of their punishment been announced?"
Officer Zhao nodded and said, "The penalty notice has been issued. Shen Junhui is sentenced to death for murder, abuse of the children of martyrs, and misconduct. Li Xiaoyan, knowingly failing to report the crime, has been exiled to the northwest for life imprisonment and forced labor. Shen Lian, Shen Long, and Shen Hu, all deny any knowledge of the incident and are only charged with abuse of the children of martyrs. They will also be exiled to the northwest for fifteen years of forced labor. They will return home the day after tomorrow. After all, we can't stop them. They'll go back to get their necessities, but we'll go with them and ensure they don't harm you."
She nodded. This was the best outcome. If they didn't want to stay in the city and be the boss, then let them starve. This outcome was worse than death, and she was very satisfied. She expressed her gratitude to Officer Zhao and wanted to treat him to a meal, but he refused to go. He asked her where she was going, and when he was sure there was no danger, he stopped following her and told her to go home early, then turned around and returned to the police station.
She went to the neighborhood committee director and explained her situation. He knew her situation and, believing it was their fault, readily took her to collect the subsidy, which would last her four years. The staff, aware of her situation, expressed sympathy and remorse, saying they were all unaware of the abuse of the martyrs' children. If they had made a fuss, they would have lost their jobs.
After learning of her request, although it was against the rules to give her all four years' subsidy at once, the circumstances were special, so after discussion, they agreed to her request. After all, this fourteen-year-old child, skinny and bony, was truly pitiful, so they gave her the remaining four years' subsidy of more than 3,000 yuan.
Everyone chipped in some more, plus the subsidy, totaling four thousand, and gave it all to her as a token of their appreciation. An Ran refused to accept it, saying it wasn't their fault, and they didn't want to owe her a favor, but everyone kept arguing, so she had no choice but to accept it. Thinking she'd get some local specialties mailed back to them when she got to Northeast China, she memorized the address and the director's name, thanked him, and left.
She thanked the neighborhood committee director again, and then went to the bank to withdraw all the money in Shen Junhui's passbook and would definitely not leave it to them.
Armed with her martyr certificate, the hospital certificate, and the police certificate, she quickly withdrew the money from the bank. She then opened an account in Anran's name and deposited the money she'd received today, along with the large amount of money she'd found at home. She deposited all of the 21,000 yuan she'd received into the account. The remaining change was enough for her to spend, and with the numerous coupons and supplies in her space, she wouldn't need the money anytime soon.
We went to a state-owned restaurant and had a hearty meal. The braised pork of that era was truly delicious. We finished two large bowls of rice, a plate of braised pork, and shredded potatoes. The people around us were stunned, whispering to each other, "This little girl is such a glutton! Whose child is she? Who can afford to feed her who eats so much?"
An Ran didn't care what they said, as long as they didn't offend her. After eating and drinking, she got up and left. She wanted to go to the black market to deal with the food and fruits in the space.
He walked to an alley, saw that there was no one around, turned around and entered the space, tidied up and came out of the space, with a basket in his hand, which contained a pound of rice, a pound of flour, a pound of millet and a pound of sorghum.
She sighed and said she was too weak. It was a bit difficult for her to carry such a small amount of things. Besides, she was too short. If she carried too much, she was afraid of attracting people. She had to ensure her own safety.
Entering the black market, she looked around, found a corner, squatted on the ground and lifted the cloth of the basket. Soon a middle-aged woman came over, looked at her food, which was all high-quality, and asked in a low voice: "Young man, how do you sell these?"
An Ran looked at the woman and said, "Sister, rice and flour are 1.5 yuan, no tickets needed, and millet and sorghum rice are 1 yuan, no tickets needed either." The woman was delighted to hear her call her sister, but she felt a little distressed when she heard the prices.
Xiang Xiang said: "Young man, can you give me a discount? I want all of these." An Ran shook her head and said: "Look at my things, they are all top-notch. You can't buy them like this anywhere else. I really can't give them a discount."
The woman wanted to buy her things because they were so good. The rice was translucent and the flour was snow-white. You couldn't buy anything like that at the supply and marketing cooperative. Thinking of her son at home, she gritted her teeth and said, "I'll take them all, young man." An Ran nodded, wrapped the things, handed them to the woman, and said, "Sister, give them to you. Five yuan in total."
Although it cost five yuan, the food was all top-notch, and with An Ran's sisters on both sides, the woman's mouth was full of smiles. She said with a trembling smile, "Young man, you are so sweet. Here, I give you five yuan. Count it, okay?" An Ran said, "Sister, you have counted it. I won't count it. I trust your character and you will not fool me."
The woman left happily, An Ran found a place, took out some fruits from the space, returned to the original place, and continued squatting. At this time, a middle-aged uncle came over, looked at her fruits, and his eyes lit up. These were fruits that could not be bought even with money, and he didn't recognize two of them.
He squatted down and asked, "Young man, what are these two fruits?" An Ran looked at the bananas and lychees and said, "Big brother, these are bananas and lychees, both fruits from the south." The middle-aged man was happy to be called "big brother" and felt younger. Who wants to grow old, regardless of gender?
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