Li Hualin was so scared that he almost peed his pants, and quickly raised his hand and said, "I agree, I agree.
But I don’t know which ones they are specifically, my parents are the ones who interact with them.
I, I will write a letter right now, write a letter to them.”
This was also the reason why Lu Zhiye didn't kill Li Hualin with a single blow.
If something happened to Li Hualin in the countryside, and his parents became desperate and launched a counterattack, Meng Yiguo would be in an even more difficult situation.
After all, anyone who can reach the position of factory director has something in his hands to some extent.
The most crucial point is that the pear orchard in Dahe Village has been built, and many people from the communes and even the county are eyeing Dahe Village.
If someone really dies again, the advanced brigade that Captain Lu has been thinking about will be destroyed again.
All the people who died were educated youth. Even a fool could guess that someone was behind this.
Lu Zhiye pulled out the dagger, and the arc of his mouth became bigger: "I like to do business with smart people.
If I meet someone who doesn't keep his word, I usually send him to meet the King of Hell late at night.
Without anyone noticing, the dagger was stabbed into the person's body and before he even felt the pain, he was gone.
If Li Zhiqing doesn't keep his word, you have to turn a blind eye when you sleep."
After Lu Zhiye said this, he strode towards the village.
Li Hualin was not a stupid person. After thinking it over for a while, he figured out the matter.
It would be best for their family to take this opportunity to completely withdraw from all forces.
His father had secured this position thanks to the Meng family. Now that Meng Deyi is dead, their family can finally sit upright.
Li Hualin endured the pain in his body and touched his hair which was half burned.
He sighed heavily, found a piece of wood in his hand, and limped towards the educated youth site.
After dinner, while others were sleeping, he wrote a letter to his father.
Then he pulled out an iron box from the bottom of the cabinet, inside of which lay a letter dated within the last two days.
He communicated with people in Beijing, and it was clearly written when the letter arrived and when he replied.
He looked inside and asked if anyone suspicious had returned to Dahe Village recently.
Li Hualin pursed his lips, took out a pen from the drawer, and wrote a word on a blank piece of paper: "None."
He only needed to think about it briefly to realize that the letter he had sent before had been intercepted.
Otherwise, no one would ask this question.
He struck a match and lit the letter in his hand.
Li Hualin picked up the pen and added a sentence to his old father: Get a place to return to the city as soon as possible.
He didn't want to stay in the countryside like this. He was almost exhausted from working every day.
But Li Hualin didn't think about it. How could Lu Zhiye let people go so easily?
Now that it is autumn harvest time, no one goes to the county town. Those who want to send letters at the educated youth site all hand them in to the brigade headquarters and take time to send them to the post office.
It was a dark and windy night. Lu Zhiye quietly came to the brigade headquarters, picked up a flashlight and searched the table.
"Oh, and I wrote two letters."
After reading the contents of the first letter carefully, Lu Zhiye smiled and said: You are quite sensible.
Seeing the last sentence in the second letter, Lu Zhiye couldn't help but sneer.
He took out the tape from his pocket, smeared the bottom line of words, and then wrote in Li Hualin's handwriting.
“I have now received re-education from the middle and lower-level poor peasants, and have deeply realized the difficulties faced by peasants.
I decided to stay in the countryside and contribute to the development of rural areas. ”
In his previous life, Lu Zhiye was very good at calligraphy.
At a glance, it is almost the same as what Li Hualin wrote.
I guess even Li Hualin couldn’t tell whether he wrote it or not.
Two days later, the Li family in Harbin received the letter.
Li Hualin's father looked at the letter in his hand with a serious expression, and the pen in his hand creaked.
When Li's mother heard the noise, she ran over and asked, "What did your son write? Is he doing well in the countryside?"
Father Li told the story again, and Mother Li sat there in silence.
"If we withdraw now, we won't be bullied in the future. Just like this time, Hualin didn't have to go to the countryside to suffer."
When talking about her son, Li's mother couldn't help but cry.
My son, who usually doesn't even help me when the oil bottle falls over at home, went to a remote countryside. This, this...
Father Li sighed and said, “I also think that if I take this opportunity to withdraw, my future will be smoother.
By the way, Hualin said that he was doing well in the countryside and learned a lot. He should follow the leaders' teachings and develop rural construction.
Alas, this trip was also a bad thing, Hualin had grown up before. "
Mother Li reached out and took the letter, crying with joy: "It really is the handwriting of that stinky boy. I feel relieved that he is doing well."
In this way, Li Hualin waited and waited in the countryside but never got a chance to return to the city.
The autumn harvest was finally over and everyone had shed a layer of skin.
Even Lu Zhiye and the others who were fed with spiritual spring water turned darker.
However, Xiao An has become a lot stronger. After the autumn harvest, he follows Da Niu and the others up the mountains and down the rivers every day.
Yan Wenqing looked at Xiao An who was becoming more and more lively, and the heavy stone in his heart fell completely.
Just when everyone was happily waiting to pay their public grain and get their grain distribution, something happened in the village that people talked about a lot.
Dachao, the bullied guy, got angry and the quarrel between the couple could be heard by several families nearby.
Word spread quickly, and soon everyone came running over from the threshing ground.
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