Chapter 67 Sixties Chronicle 27
Feng Wu returned to the dormitory just before the farm closed.
After eating two hot steamed buns and drinking a bowl of fragrant chicken soup, I felt warm all over.
The kang gradually warmed up, and after washing and soaking his feet, he crawled into bed. He glanced at the time. It wasn't even nine o'clock yet, and he wasn't feeling sleepy, so Feng Wu pulled out the "Secret Records of the Ghost Doctor" to pass the time.
The light from a kerosene lamp is weak and the area it can illuminate is limited. Moreover, kerosene is not always available. You can only get a small amount per month, which is not enough to burn.
Feng Wu rarely had the awareness of saving, and took out the mermaid pearls he usually used from his cave. After a while, the whole dormitory was brightly lit.
Thick black curtains blocked the bright light leaking out of the window.
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The next morning, the familiar slogans were still heard. Feng Wu yawned and originally planned to take a nap, but when he thought of Mr. Song and the others circling in the freezing cold playground, he no longer had the heart to sleep.
The reform period will probably last for seven or eight years, and Feng Wu cannot take his people to live in the wilderness. He does not want to cause more trouble as long as he can avoid exposing his identity.
It is impossible to redress your wrongdoing in the short term. Even if Mr. Song is a red capitalist, a capitalist is a capitalist. What's more, as a capitalist, you openly challenge the social system and defend those bad elements who have committed right-wing crimes. The reason you were not sentenced to death is because of your past contributions.
Unless Fengwu overthrows the red rule and establishes a new dynasty, you will have to endure these imprisonment disasters under such high political pressure.
This victory was achieved at the cost of the blood of countless martyrs. Even if Feng Wu had supernatural powers, she would not do such a thing that would go against the will of the world.
With the memories of his original body, Feng Wu knew that this country was in the darkness before dawn. As long as they could wade through the mud, this troubled nation would surely take off.
The original body's wish was just to hope that his family could get through this dark period safely and then be reunited.
If it were in the relatively peaceful modern times, such a simple wish would be easy to fulfill, but in today's era, having enough to eat has become a luxury.
Putting aside the random thoughts in his mind, Feng Wu stood up, poured warm water from the kettle and washed up briefly. Then, Feng Wu took the enamel bowl and the sack he had prepared yesterday and strolled to the staff canteen.
"Nurse Xiao Song, come here!" Uncle Liu, who was in charge of cutting the chopping blocks in the cafeteria, looked at the person who came in and the familiar sack, with a surprised smile on his face.
"Uncle Liu, good morning. I came back late yesterday and the cafeteria closed early, so I didn't come."
"Well, it's not a big deal. Eat your breakfast first and put the food in the kitchen. We will divide it up later." They had already decided on the quantity, so Nurse Xiao Song didn't have to wait for them to finish.
"Okay, I'm going to eat, you go ahead!"
Uncle Liu was polite to Feng Wu not only because she could get them some good things, but also because this girl was polite to the people in their kitchen. At first they were a little uncomfortable with it, but after a while they felt quite comfortable.
Everyone often sighs that the girl is worthy of being a cultured person from Beijing, and her words and actions make people feel comfortable and happy.
After breakfast, Feng Wu took a detour to the shore of Lake Utz. He disappeared for the whole day yesterday, and his wife at home must have been depressed all day.
Most of the able-bodied prisoners in the Jiufen Field have been actively building dams on the shores of Lake Wuci for the past month.
Gao Nanting was feeling a little discouraged. He just kept his head down and worked hard, not realizing that the person he had been thinking about all day was standing not far away and watching him.
Sun Qi filled the dung basket with soil and slowly approached Gao Nanting.
The two were not in the same squadron, and they rarely communicated with each other on a daily basis. They could only exchange a few simple words when they were working during the day.
"Brother Ting!" Sun Qi put down the dung basket, bent down to fill it with soil, and shouted in a busy manner.
Gao Nanting turned his head to take a look and nodded. The two of them cooperated tacitly, one shoveling the soil and the other loading the soil.
"Brother Ting, I see you look very tired these past two days. Are you feeling unwell?" Sun Qi was still worried that his brother Ting could not stand the heavy work on the farm. After all, when he was in Shanghai, his brother Ting was raised in pampered conditions. Although his stepmother was in charge, his brother Ting was not a poor kid who could be tortured by her.
If he couldn't deal with the old one, there were still two younger ones in the family. As long as the stepmother dared to have any bad intentions, his brother Ting would immediately take action against the younger ones. Over time, the stepmother didn't dare to mess with this little ancestor.
"Oh!" Gao Nanting sighed heavily, "I haven't seen my partner for two days. I feel so sad."
Sun Qi: "..." As a brother, his brother Ting is in so much pain, he should feel the same way.
but……
He really wanted to throw the dung basket on his brother's head. Damn it, who can find a partner by going to jail?
Sun Qi, filled with envy and jealousy, didn't want to talk anymore. He felt that any way he tried to comfort his brother would be like stabbing a knife into his own heart. He didn't have a masochistic habit.
Sparing the dirt that splashed on his mouth, Sun Qi caught a glimpse of a green figure not far away.
Sun Qi nudged Gao Nanting, who was working hard, with his shoulder and reminded him in a low voice, "Hey, your girlfriend is here." On the train to the farm, he noticed that the atmosphere between the two was different, but he didn't expect that two people with such different statuses could actually be together.
Is it because of his brother Ting’s pretty face?
At a time when everyone is obsessed with patriotic facial features, is there still a market for a look like that of Brother Ting?
Gao Nanting was particularly sensitive to the word "partner". When he heard that his partner had come, he immediately straightened his back and looked in the familiar direction.
Sure enough, his girlfriend was standing there. Although the distance was too far and he couldn't see the expression on her face, he inexplicably felt that she was smiling at him.
I really want to throw away the shovel in my hand, hug the person in my arms and kiss him/her to my heart's content.
This cannot go on. He didn't care in the past, but now he has a partner to take care of. He can't continue to be a prisoner and make his partner wait for him for ten years. He can't let people look down on him for having a prisoner partner.
The more I think about it, the more urgent the situation seems. He will take good care of my grandfather and his partner.
We followed the path from the lake back to the health station.
As soon as they entered the room, Wu Jia was handing out wedding candy to Dr. Liu in a red cloth bag. Jian Pingping, who was standing by, was forced to keep busy, a forced smile on her face. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that she was unhappy with her marriage.
Wu Jia is not a fool and he would not see the reluctance on Jian Pingping's face, but so what?
He doesn't need that illusory love.
He had to use some tricks to marry such a fresh and young city girl. If he hadn't acted quickly, ruthlessly and accurately, it might not have been his turn to marry the girl.
As long as Jian Pingping lives a stable life with him in the future and has a child, even her arrogant temper will calm down.
Feng Wu loved to see bad guys get what they deserved, and said with a rather envious tone, "Congratulations, Pingping is so lucky to marry such a good man like Comrade Wu. I also wish you a happy and harmonious marriage, and may you have a son and grandchildren soon."
Jian Pingping: "..." What kind of blessing is this! !
These words made Wu Jia happy. He grabbed a handful of candy from the bag and stuffed it into Feng Wu's hand. He smiled and thanked her, "Thank you, Nurse Song. You said it very well. Pingping and I thank you for your good wishes."
Jian Pingping was furious: "..." Is this a good omen? This is simply the most vicious curse in the world.
She must be crazy to want to have a baby for this useless man.
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