Chapter 92 She Eats Alone at Home
Shen Wanjun said, "I heard it from my classmate who returned from studying abroad."
Shen Kun had no doubt about this statement.
"No wonder." Shen Kun, though not highly educated, held intellectuals in high esteem.
Shen Wanjun also studied abroad and can speak five languages.
"Nobody here knows about your studies abroad, right?" he asked.
"Not at the moment, but it doesn't hurt to know."
Shen Wanjun said, "Uncle, didn't you teach me to deal with whatever comes my way, and to fight if I'm not convinced?"
Shen Wanjun laughed heartlessly. How could her uncle, who was fearless, be more timid than her?
"You're pregnant now, so keep a low profile, for your own sake and for the sake of your baby."
"I know."
Shen Kun nestled into the chair, crossed his legs, and completely relaxed.
"Do you have any news from the Zhong family?" he asked.
“I saw some of it in the newspaper last time,” Shen Wanjun said, “but I haven’t paid attention to it since.”
“The Zhou family, the Qin family, and the Wang family were all dragged down by Zhong Ming,” Shen Kun said.
In an attempt to mitigate his punishment, Zhong Ming reported many people.
No one who had any dealings with him escaped unscathed.
"Did he... did he get his sentence reduced?" Shen Wanjun asked.
"I don't know the specifics yet, but they will definitely be dealt with leniently."
"He got off too easily."
"Wang Fang and Zhong Yaozu will probably be out soon."
"Huh?" Shen Wanjun frowned: "What did they confess to?"
Wang Fangke was accused of abusing Zhong Ming's power to amass over 100,000 yuan in wealth, and it's said she should be sentenced to at least 10 years in prison.
Zhong Yaozu should be sentenced to at least 3 years for participating in illegal fighting.
How could they have gotten out so quickly?!
"Yes, they reported others and paid huge fines."
Shen Wanjun said "Oh," indicating that the Zhong family had indeed hidden money elsewhere.
She was in a hurry to go to the countryside at the time and didn't look carefully.
If I had known, I should have turned the Zhong family's house upside down, searched every inch of it, and even left no rat holes unchecked.
"They can't cause any trouble. With your uncle around, you can rest assured."
Shen Kun said confidently, "Zhong Ming is still in prison, and Wang Fang and Zhong Yaozu are two idiots who are easy to deal with."
"I'm going back now."
Shen Kun stood up and said, "Wanwan, you need to take care of yourself and your daughter."
"My daughter?" Shen Wanjun was taken aback. "You knew it was your daughter?"
Shen Kun chuckled: "I guessed, it's a 50/50 chance."
Shen Wanjun wanted Shen Kun to stay a few more days, but he insisted on leaving.
"Uncle, the bridge isn't finished yet, so we have to take a long detour."
“It’s alright, I don’t have to walk myself.” Shen Kun said, “Your uncle has been in the underworld for so many years, he’s not doing this for nothing.”
A group of brothers were waiting on the road, with donkey carts, horse-drawn carriages, jeeps, and even sedan chairs.
He barely walked any distance on his way there, and it was the same on his way back.
After seeing Shen Kun off, Shen Wanjun immediately went to find Political Commissar Hao.
"Comrade Shen, do you mean that all this grain should be given to the people in the compound?"
Hao Mei was so excited that her voice was high-pitched and thin, almost cracking.
Liang Yi nodded repeatedly at Shen Wanjun: "Comrade Shen's actions are commendable! On behalf of everyone, I thank you!"
Shen Wanjun smiled and said, "I quite like eating communal meals."
It's not that I like him, it's just that I can't help it.
Everyone in the compound knows that my uncle sent so much grain.
She can enjoy spicy food at home while watching others drink thin porridge.
However, in the current situation, keeping grain at home is a potential danger.
At best, you'll get robbed; at worst, you'll be reported, accused, or anything else.
"Comrade Shen, you are truly a lucky star for our compound! Your awareness is beyond reproach!"
"I'll go and inform everyone right away, and we'll find someone to move the grain later."
Hao Mei was overjoyed and, holding Shen Wanjun's hand, said a whole host of words of thanks.
Shen Wanjun was a little embarrassed by the praise. "Well, Political Commissar Hao, I'll head back now if there's nothing else."
"Alright, alright, I'll take you. The road is slippery, I'll help you."
Hao Mei's enthusiasm was excessive, and Shen Wanjun couldn't refuse, so she could only nod and say, "Okay."
Just as the two were about to leave, Old Lady Cui suddenly barged in.
"Political Commissar, I..." When Grandma Cui saw Shen Wanjun, her triangular eyes turned upside down and her tone suddenly changed.
"I want to report her. She's hoarding all the food and doesn't care about the lives of her comrades. This is typical behavior of a capitalist heiress."
He grabbed Hao Mei's sleeve and said, "Boss, you have to do me a favor! We're all starving, but she's eating something with her mouth all greasy."
Grandma Cui cried and made a scene, as if she had suffered a great injustice.
Hao Mei waited quietly for her to finish speaking. "Comrade Shen has already offered to give her family's grain to everyone."
Is there anything else?
Hao Mei stared intently at Old Lady Cui, making Old Lady Cui break out in a cold sweat.
The political commissar, who usually seems easy to talk to, is in such a bad mood today.
"Hehe, I just... just pretend I didn't say anything."
Grandma Cui laughed it off, saying that she finally had rice to eat and didn't have to drink porridge anymore.
She was overjoyed, saying, "Thank you, Bodhisattva."
Hao Mei: "You should thank Comrade Shen; feudal superstition is unacceptable."
Grandma Cui quickly changed her tune: "Thank you to the country, thank you to the political commissar."
Even if you beat her to death, she wouldn't thank Shen Wanjun.
Is having food such a big deal? Shouldn't we share it with everyone?
"I see you have a lot of free time, so from now on, the tasks of washing dishes, scrubbing pots, and fetching water will be yours."
Hao Mei patted Old Lady Cui on the shoulder: "If you do a good job, I don't know if the Bodhisattva will bless you, but if you don't do it, don't even think about eating."
Old Mrs. Cui could sense the threat in Hao Mei's cold eyes.
She muttered a few words and left dejectedly: "Fine, I'll wash them. It's just a few bowls."
At noon, the courtyard was filled with the aroma of food.
Upon seeing Shen Wanjun approach, a group of people swarmed around her.
"Comrade Shen, thank you so much."
Good deeds are rewarded; your good fortune is yet to come.
The way everyone looked at Shen Wanjun at that moment was as if they were seeing Guanyin Bodhisattva, the Bodhisattva of Compassion, who saves people from suffering.
Some were grateful, some admired, and some even cried.
Shen Wanjun smiled, feeling a warm glow in her heart.
Sure enough, doing a good deed gives you a strange sense of pride.
It was lunchtime, and Shen Wanjun searched around but couldn't find Dang Xianghong.
"Where did Sister Hong go?" she asked.
"Her child is in the hospital," someone said.
Gao Xiaoman couldn't stand seeing Shen Wanjun doing well, especially now that Shen Wanjun was giving away food for free and everyone in the compound was supporting her.
Gao Xiaoman took a big bite of rice in a depressed mood, only to suddenly realize that something was wrong with the food.
"What kind of rice is this? There are stones and bugs in it! Is this even fit for human consumption?"
Gao Xiaoman angrily placed the bowl in front of Shen Wanjun: "Look for yourself, is this edible?"
"Is this rice poisonous?" Gao Xiaoman glanced at Shen Wanjun. "If this makes me sick, will you take responsibility?"
"You want to kill both you and your unborn child?"
"So that's why you were so kind as to give us food for free. You were just waiting for this."
Gao Xiaoman clutched her stomach, frowning as she said, "I can't take it anymore... Ah, I feel terrible."
Gao Xiaoman's pained expression didn't seem fake, and everyone put down their chopsticks, no longer daring to eat.
I'll wait quietly for Shen Wanjun to give an explanation.
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