Upon seeing the top, with several books with bright red covers standing on the far left, my initial excitement immediately subsided.
Yes, I mustn't get excited, I told myself, but the joy on my face was impossible to hide.
"So, you're just showing it to me like this?"
Having known each other for so long, Cheng Chao also knew that Jian Dan was someone who disliked trouble.
"Is this something I can see?"
These books were simply selected; those that could be found to be flawed, such as those related to feudalism, revisionism, or capitalism, were all rejected. Even those with a few foreign letters mixed in were discarded, with the focus being on purely domestically produced books.
These books are simple and easy to read, and judging from Cheng Chao's words, if the situation in the capital is like this, then things here will soon fall into chaos as well.
Zi Jian felt that she should prepare what she needed as soon as possible and be prepared to stay in the village forever.
After all, if they investigate further, their identities might be questionable. Even with the commendation for their act of bravery, there's no guarantee they won't encounter someone who doesn't play by the rules.
Furthermore, there's Jian Xin, who is even less likely to be investigated.
Seeing her expression, Cheng Chao belatedly guessed what she was thinking.
Are you worried about Xin Xin's identity?
"Yes, although it's a new identity and I've changed quite a bit, the timing is too coincidental. Something happened over there, and then there was another child here. I'm an educated youth who lost both parents and is all alone. It's not hard for anyone with a discerning eye to guess that the two are definitely connected."
Moreover, I made up the story about my dad's friend, but in my hometown, I have absolutely no idea whether my dad has any friends like that.
Even with my father being a martyr, it doesn't change the fact that my grandfather and maternal grandfather were indeed capitalists. They did donate, but it's really hard to explain if people start making baseless accusations.
It's fine now, but who knows if someone will hold a grudge about it in the future?
I thought we'd stop going to the commune and county town, and just quietly stay in the village, trying to avoid attracting attention.
They naturally checked the simple information early on, and even Jian Xin, no, Sheng Shi, and Sheng Zhiyuan's affairs were not secrets.
It's not fair to say there's no problem, but in this environment, this identity is indeed less honorable than being a three-generation poor family. While agreeing, he wondered if he could pull some strings.
You're right.
But you are indeed the child of a martyr, and no matter what, this identity is perfectly legitimate. If you don't cause trouble, there's no need for you to be afraid of them.
As for Xinxin,”
He remembered that Jian Wenxiu had mentioned something about his identity, which meant there must be some arrangements. He would ask about it when he got back, but he wasn't sure, so he wouldn't tell Jian Wenxiu now.
"Xinxin, don't worry. Uncle Jian has the same surname as you. If things really come to a head, just let Uncle Jian step in. That'll make sense."
Jian Dan didn't pay much attention. He said it was his uncle's son, but after so long he said he would investigate and never showed up. Besides, he brought the child back himself, so there was nothing wrong with taking care of the child himself.
"OK."
Cheng Chao took all the books with her. She simply planned to find time to get everything she needed back. She didn't plan to go out anytime soon and just wanted to stay in Liujiatun and be a farmer in peace.
In terms of the location of the villages surrounding the commune, Liujiatun was indeed the farthest, most remote, and poorest. Generally speaking, even those who wanted to gain benefits would not come to this poor and remote place.
But who can say for sure?
A few days later, the land was plowed, and just then a fairly heavy rain came, which drizzled for almost a whole day.
Spring rain is as precious as oil, that's about right.
The rain stopped the next day, and the sky cleared up.
However, it had just rained, and the ground was muddy, making it impossible to walk on the ground. So, they had to rest for a few more days.
The day before work, many people went to the commune. They rested on this day, but they were all exhausted. Most of them stayed at home to rest or tidy up their homes and vegetable gardens.
The weather was nice, and by noon the ground was almost completely dried out. Jian Dan opened all the doors and windows to ventilate the room and took down all the sheets and blankets to wash them.
We usually wash things in the base space, but it's warmer today, and we can't keep them out of the light all the time. If the kids aren't home, we wash them inside and hang them out to dry. If the kids are home, we just do it manually the whole time.
Now that she'd finished washing, Jian Xin helped wring out the water. Whether it turned out well or not, she was soaking wet, but she definitely felt involved.
After washing up, it was almost noon, so I quickly and easily cooked two bowls of hot noodle soup, added a fried egg, a few slices of beef, and some greens. The two sisters ate until their foreheads were sweating.
After finishing her meal, the little girl pouted and refused to take a nap.
Simple and funny.
"What are you going to do if you don't sleep? The main road is still muddy, aren't you afraid of getting mud all over yourself?"
Especially in front of her house, no one else walks by; she has to make her own footprints.
The little girl twisted her body,
"Don't worry, I'll move to the side."
I glanced briefly at the little comic book with a corner still peeking out, and I understood.
"Okay, go ahead, but walk slowly and don't fall."
Once the child leaves, he usually doesn't come back until dark. Jian Dan originally wanted to lie down for a while. These past few days of turning over the ground haven't been easy. She's strong, but her arms and legs are sore, and she wanted to rest properly.
After watching the child enter the village, he simply closed the gate, turned around, and glanced unintentionally at the mountain. Suddenly, a new idea came to him: the child wasn't home, so why not go up the mountain?
Don't they say there are lots of mushrooms after the rain?
Besides, since the child came, she has only gone up the mountain a handful of times, so she just considers it a chance to relax.
Looking at the sky, it's only noon now. At her pace, she should be able to get back before dark.
Without hesitation, he went to the woodshed, grabbed a basket, locked the door, and set off!
Once the road was dry, the village children couldn't stay still and ran wildly all over the main road, even reaching the foot of the mountain.
Simplely carrying a basket on her back, she bypassed the children and climbed up the mountain path. After a morning in the sun, the path had dried considerably, so at least walking on it wouldn't be slippery.
The water droplets on the grass tips evaporated, so as long as you don't step on them, your trouser legs and shoes won't get completely wet, although the edges of your shoes will inevitably get a little damp.
Her goal wasn't the outer perimeter; it had just rained, and the villagers would definitely come looking for mushrooms tomorrow. She didn't want to compete with them for this territory.
We soon arrived at the spot where we had grilled the fish before. After a quick look around, we went straight inside.
Lately, she's stopped here almost every time she goes up the mountain. She hasn't been deep in the mountains for a while, and suddenly, she feels like she's coming home. It's just that there's not much sunlight here, and the ground is still wet. If it weren't for the dense grass and mud below, she would have been covered in mud long ago.
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