Chapter 126 Where are the pigeons?
Hao Yan smiled ingratiatingly: "Sister, whether it's a cook or a teacher, as long as there's a job, that's fine."
Hao Yan lowered her expectations considerably; she used to look down on Wang Ming because he was just a teacher.
Now that Wang Ming is unemployed, all she wants is for him to go back to work and earn money.
There are many places in the family where money will be spent, and we'll also be having children in the future.
It won't work if both of them become farmers.
Hao Yan used to do all sorts of chores back in her hometown; she was a very hardworking person.
After spending three months visiting relatives in the compound, she never went out to work in the fields again.
She never earned work points at the Wang family's house; she used to receive a salary from Wang Ming.
Now, seeing the two of them squandering their savings, Hao Yan is extremely anxious.
Meng Shigang gave up on dating Bai Lu, and she couldn't find a suitable replacement in a short time.
At present, it seems that the plan to get Bai Lu pregnant and on maternity leave, and then let Wang Ming take the opportunity to rise to power, is not going to work.
Not to mention that it takes too long, Bai Lu's work will inevitably attract the attention of others.
Hao Yan didn't want to be someone else's stepping stone.
After considering it over, Hao Yan still felt that it would be better to let Wang Ming become a cook.
"Sis, I'm going out for a bit."
Hao Yan took a pound of white sugar and went to find Grandma Tie.
After Grandma Cui and Liu San left, the organization arranged a new small house for Grandma Tie.
The place is relatively small, and Grandma Tie doesn't have high demands.
People from the compound often visit her. Grandma Tie is in good spirits and has not been greatly affected by what happened between Grandma Cui and Liu San.
Hao Yan was sweet-talking and quickly won over Grandma Tie, who accepted her as her goddaughter.
Song Zhan and Huang Ya haven't returned for two days, and Shen Kun hasn't sent any more messages either.
Shen Wanjun was worried and couldn't sleep at night.
The homing pigeons flew back and forth in the yard, seemingly very anxious.
Just then, Hao Mei arrived at the door.
Hao Mei saw the pigeons as soon as she entered the door; that's what she came for today.
Someone anonymously complained that Shen Wanjun kept pigeons at home, which was a capitalist practice, and demanded that she be severely punished.
Hao Mei wrote more than one letter of complaint, but initially ignored it.
But that person seemed to have great perseverance, maintaining an average of two emails a day.
The two most recent letters even mentioned that Shen Wanjun raises pigeons. This is seen as a message being sent to Special W.
When it involves the Special W, it's a big deal, and it's difficult for Hao Mei to turn a blind eye.
The door to Shen Wanjun's house was half-open. Hao Mei called out twice but received no response, so she pushed the door open and came in.
Shen Wanjun had a headache and went to bed.
Hearing Hao Mei's voice, she struggled to sit up: "Political Commissar Hao, are you looking for my husband?"
Shen Wanjun told the public that Song Zhan had returned to his hometown, and that Political Commissar Hao probably wouldn't come over unless it was urgent.
"I'm looking for you."
Hao Mei noticed that Shen Wanjun looked somewhat haggard after not seeing her for a few days.
Her once flawless, fair, and rosy skin now looked lifeless and dull, unlike her usual dazzling appearance.
Hao Mei didn't mince words and said directly, "Someone reported you for using carrier pigeons to send messages to Special W."
Shen Wanjun sneered, "Well, who's up to this reporting thing again?"
"Of course, I believe you are a good comrade."
Hao Mei changed the subject: "So, I hope you get rid of the pigeons as soon as possible."
Shen Wanjun and Dang Xianghong arrested two special agents together and were commended twice.
Hao Mei would never suspect Shen Wanjun of being a special agent.
But she had to deal with the anonymous letter.
Shen Wanjun saw frankness and care in Hao Mei's eyes.
Guessing that she had already seen the pigeons, she stopped struggling in vain.
Shen Wanjun nodded slightly. "Political Commissar Hao, let me pour you a glass of water."
The pigeons were kept in the backyard, and Song Juan was feeding them.
With Song Juan away, Shen Wanjun kept forgetting to feed it, so it probably escaped its cage and flew out.
"I'm not drinking anymore. It's cold outside. You should get some rest."
After Hao Mei left, Shen Wanjun got up and, with great effort, finally caught the pigeon.
I walked around the room a few times, and it felt like it wasn't safe to put it anywhere.
She slapped her forehead, realizing she had forgotten about the space.
Compared to the gray and gloomy outside, the space inside was simply a paradise.
Animals ran rampant, and all kinds of plants grew wildly.
The pigeons flapped their wings, as excited as Grandma Liu visiting the Grand View Garden.
Zhang Kuan prepared the meal, but Shen Wanjun had no appetite. She ate a few bites haphazardly and then lay back down on the bed.
In his sleep, Song Zhan and Huang Ya pushed open the door and came in.
"Honey, I'm home."
"Sister-in-law, sister-in-law, wake up."
The two men recounted with smiles the harrowing story of their heroic rescue of abducted women and children.
Shen Wanjun's heart finally settled down. She reached out to take Song Zhan's hand, but only touched thin air.
Their smiling faces suddenly twisted and deformed, and they stretched out their necks, bleeding from all seven orifices, blaming her.
"It's all your fault for not stopping me. Now that I'm dead, are you happy?"
Song Zhan roared like a madman.
"Sister-in-law, the things you gave me are useless, because I died before I could even use them, hahaha."
Huang Ya laughed and laughed until he turned into a pool of blood.
Song Zhan reached out his bleeding hand to pull Shen Wanjun.
"Ah...no!"
Shen Wanjun woke up with a start from her sleep to find herself surrounded by darkness.
She turned on the light and took two big gulps of water.
I touched my chest; my heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was about to burst out of my chest.
Still shaken, she ran her hands through her hair and sobbed, burying her face in the blankets.
Although what I just witnessed was just a dream, it felt so real and so terrifying.
Shen Wanjun got up and washed her face. Seeing her haggard reflection in the mirror, she sighed.
She couldn't help but wonder if she should have stopped Song Zhan when he went to save the person.
Instead, they provided weapons and equipment, and even got my uncle to help.
Huang Ya was also implicated.
Shen Wanjun woke up several times throughout the night, and only fell into a deep sleep at dawn.
She had just fallen asleep when she heard someone calling her.
"Comrade Shen, Comrade Shen, are you home?"
Thinking she was dreaming again, she turned over and went back to sleep.
Chen Baiqiang called for a long time but no one answered. Hao Mei found Zhang Kuan and asked him to open the door.
I went inside, but didn't see anyone.
Hao Mei pushed open the bedroom door and woke up Shen Wanjun.
"Comrade Shen, Director Chen is here."
She asked in a low voice, "You disposed of that thing, didn't you?"
Shen Wanjun's mind was in complete chaos at the moment, and she couldn't understand what she was saying.
Hao Mei helped her get dressed, "Please sit down."
Shen Wanjun sat on the sofa, feeling cold all over, as if her pores were frozen.
Danny Chan spoke in an official tone, a stark contrast to his amiable demeanor earlier that day.
"Comrade Shen, I received a report that you are raising pigeons at home."
"Are you aware of the five prohibitions in the compound?"
Chen Baiqiang is the head of the logistics department, mainly responsible for the management of all aspects of daily life.
“No…” Shen Wanjun couldn’t remember any of them.
Chen Baiqiang said sternly, "Reselling grain coupons is prohibited...raising poultry is prohibited."
"Comrade Shen, where is the pigeon? Hand it over yourself, or I'll bring people to search for it."
Shen Wanjun murmured, "The pigeon, the pigeon, where is it?"
Seeing that she didn't look too well, Hao Mei said to Chen Baiqiang, "Director Chen, how about we talk about it another day?"
Not wanting to make a wasted trip, Chen Baiqiang said sternly, "Comrade Chen, it's just a pigeon. Don't hide it and make things difficult for everyone."
Shen Wanjun clutched her head, made a declaration, and then collapsed into Hao Mei's arms.
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