Chapter 77 Let’s go parade now!
After leaving the police station, the Cao family members turned around and went to Aunt Cao's parents' home.
Aunt Cao’s cousin is the director of the Qing County Revolutionary Committee. They don’t believe it, and they can’t deal with the Ye family!
Aunt Cao walked in front in a hurry. She was very angry today.
"Son, don't be afraid. Ye Ling's mother is a wicked capitalist daughter. Ye Ling is a capitalist's lamb, a pest! You deserved to beat her to death. Let's go find your cousin!"
"Mom, is Ye Ling a bad guy?" Although Cao Tiansheng was scared these days, he felt that it was wrong for him to hurt Ye Ling.
But after hearing what his mother said, was he right? Was Ye Ling a bad person?
"She was a bad guy back then! We didn't wrongly accuse her. Her mother was the daughter of a capitalist family. That's a fact set in stone. If she hadn't taken the initiative to go to the countryside as an educated youth, she would have been thrown into the Northwest long ago."
Uncle Cao also felt that his wife was right. They were poor peasants for generations, so how could they be bullied by the children of the black-hearted capitalists who were hated by everyone!
"Son, your mother is right. Not only is Ye Ling's mother a bad person, but her second uncle from Hong Kong might not be a good person either! Look at the things he delivered that day, every piece is valuable. How could he be an honest farmer? The Revolutionary Committee should confiscate them from him and let us ordinary people divide them equally!"
The more the family of three thought about it, the more they realized they were right. They were doing this to eliminate harm for the people! Down with the Ye family! Down with the capitalist's eldest daughter!
Yejia, Xiahe Village
"Look, this fabric from Hong Kong is different. It's so slippery that you can't even grab it."
Zhao Zhaodi touched the ink-green cloth that Old Lady Ye had given her, and she liked it more and more. She thought that if she saved a piece of the cloth, she could make a sweat shirt for her brother in the summer, which would definitely keep him cool!
"That's right, the landlady's wife wears just like that, we are really enjoying the same good life as the second son's family."
Jin Fenglian was gesturing with a pair of scissors at a piece of goose yellow cloth, wondering how to make two different skirts for her two daughters.
Ye Dajun was studying his newly acquired fountain pen. "I've always said my brother was smart, but you all don't believe me. If I ask you two to go to Hong Kong, you'll definitely end up begging."
Zhao Zhaodi, who got the thing, was surprisingly easy to talk to and not annoyed at all.
"Yes, yes, your brother is a capable one, and mine is a lazy one, okay?"
Jin Fenglian had already measured the size and started to cut. "Big brother, you only talk about the two of us. If it were me, if Big brother went to Hong Kong, he might not even know where to beg for food."
"Haha, that's right, look at how silly he is, haha!!"
"Uncle, I heard that beggars in Hong Kong need to speak Cantonese."
"Even if you turn your uncle's head upside down, he won't be able to speak, haha!"
Everyone in the room was laughing and joking with Ye Dajun, making him so embarrassed that he walked back into the house with his pen and ink in hand, saying with disdain, "A bunch of old women, chattering is really annoying."
At this time
"bump!"
The door of the Ye family was smashed open.
Interrupting the warm moments in the house
"What's going on? Boss, go take a look."
Old Mrs. Ye tilted her head up on the kang to look outside, but unfortunately she couldn't see much.
"Hey, mother, just lie down. I'll go take a look."
Before Ye Dajun could leave the house, the door to the main room was pushed open by a group of people from outside.
The room was in a mess, with all kinds of cloths everywhere, and the women of the Ye family were busy working.
“Director, the Ye family does have a capitalist tail!”
A man with a red armband loudly reports to the people coming from behind.
Immediately afterwards, a burly, square-faced middle-aged man walked in with great strides and inspected the "evidence" of the Ye family's crimes.
The main hall was littered with scattered brocades and silks. In the doorless inner room, beside Old Lady Ye's bed stood an exquisite teacup that looked out of place in the adobe house. A child sat on the bed, chewing a black ball from the golden paper. Ye Dajun, standing in front of him, was holding a thin fountain pen, the workmanship of which was obviously not the kind sold in the supply and marketing cooperatives.
Director Jia thought that it was just as his cousin said. It was obvious that this family had problems with their ideology and work style. Everyone in this family needed to be reformed!
His nephew is so sensible, how could he possibly hit a little girl? It must be the capitalist's son who is so evil! He is deliberately blaming his nephew!
"What's going on in your family? Where did all these capitalist things come from? Explain everything to me one by one!"
Ye Dajun's already slow brain was frightened by Director Jia's barrage of criticism, leaving him speechless. Not knowing what to do, he looked at his mother in the room for help.
Where did it come from? It was a gift from his brother's family.
Jin Fenglian quickly put down the work in her hands, secretly nudged Zhao Zhaodi with her arm, and went to greet Director Jia with a smile.
"Oh my, it's so cold, what are you all doing standing at the door? Come in and have some hot tea, brothers."
After being bumped by Jin Fenglian, Zhao Zhaodi realized that something was going to happen!
"That's right, everyone come inside and warm up. I'll go get some more stools from the inner room."
Zhao Zhaodi enthusiastically went to Old Lady Ye's room to move a stool, turned her back to Director Jia and the others, and pretended to stuff a quilt into Old Lady Ye's arms.
He took the opportunity to whisper to Wen Hai, who was sitting on Old Lady Ye's bed, "Xiao Hai, go to the toilet later. Slip out and tell the team leader to come quickly. Be careful not to get caught."
Wen Hai didn't know why there were so many people in the house all of a sudden, but seeing how cautious his grandmother was, he knew that these people were not good people.
"I understand, Grandma."
Wen Hairen, a smart boy, took on the task seriously.
Old Mrs. Ye secretly touched her pillow. The letter written by her second grandson was placed under her pillow. The money exchanged from the bank was hidden on the beam of the house and they could not find it.
Director Jia ignored Jin Fenglian's smile. With a frown on his face, he sternly told her in the tone of an interrogator, "Don't try to fool me. Tell me the truth about where these things came from!"
Jin Fenglian cursed in her heart, "A mad dog!"
He said nonchalantly, "Oh, these are all bought by the children because they feel sorry for the old man. He hasn't been back for decades, so he bought a little too much. Haha."
Zhao Zhaodi carried the stool and moved it while cooperating with Jin Fenglian to deceive Director Jia.
"We country folk have never seen anything good before. This is the first time we've seen anything like this in our lives. We kept looking at this and touching that, and the whole house is covered in garbage. We're making a fool of ourselves for our boss. Xiaoli, Xiuhong, why don't you two clean up quickly?"
After saying that, Ye Xiuhong turned around and winked at Ye Li who was standing aside.
"Oh, we'll clean up right away."
Ye Xiuhong and Ye Li hurriedly began to pack up the cloths in the house.
Just after cleaning up, Director Jia interrupted
"Why are you in such a hurry to pack up? You want to hide, right? Confiscate them all!"
Several members of the Revolutionary Committee wearing armbands rushed into the house outside the door, roughly snatched the blue cloth from Ye Xiuhong's hand, and even took the scraps of cloth that had been cut by Jin Fenglian, and packed them all up and moved them out.
Zhao Zhaodi was busy protecting her precious cloth, and she grabbed her cloth from the Revolutionary Committee, not letting it go.
"Hey! What are you doing? Are you the leader of a bandit group? Why are you stealing our people's things?"
The staff member grabbed the cloth, but Zhao Zhaodi failed to snatch it away and stumbled and fell to the ground with her back limbs facing the sky.
"mom!"
"Sister-in-law!"
Director Jia pointed at Zhao Zhaodi lying on the ground and threatened, "Your family has capitalist roots, and you still dare to disobey! Be careful or you'll be paraded through the streets!"
These days, Zhao Zhaodi is no longer the same Zhao Zhaodi who had never seen the world.
Ever since she was taken to the police station and her rolling pin, the "evidence," was confiscated, she's become incredibly bold. Who hasn't seen an official? She's been to the police station before, so why would she be afraid of the Revolutionary Committee? She's a poor peasant!
Zhao Zhaodi simply lay on the ground and refused to get up. She hugged her feet with her right hand, slapped the ground with her left hand, and cried loudly with her eyes closed.
"Damn it! This is the new society! My family has been digging for food in the fields for generations. We have rarely had a full meal in three lifetimes. We finally survived the landlords, but today we ran into a bunch of bastards in wolf's clothing like you! Parade me through the streets! Everyone in the neighborhood knows I am a poor peasant! Let everyone come and see me!"
Director Jia got a headache from her loud voice. His brows furrowed, veins on his forehead popped out, and he kicked the door sill in annoyance.
"Stop howling! What the hell are you howling for!"
Zhao Zhaodi kicked her legs and spat at Director Jia.
"What's going on? You won't let us ordinary people speak? Come on, come on, tie me up! Come quickly! Let's parade me through the streets now!"
Although Zhao Zhaodi was throwing a tantrum, what she said was not wrong.
She came from a poor peasant family, and Director Jia really couldn't do anything about her. In that era, being a poor peasant was a life-saving talisman.
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