Chapter 85 Chapter 85 1st update

Shen Moer had only seen Sun Yaozu once before, in Yangliu Brigade. She saw a silhouette that day and felt familiar, but she didn't connect that person with Sun Yaozu.

Now thinking carefully, the person's profile and figure are indeed 80% similar to Sun Yaozu.

Moreover, if it is Sun Yaozu, it is not surprising that Zhou Ping'an is reluctant to say his name. After all, no one wants to be associated with the Revolutionary Committee these days.

I just don't know how Fei Lin is associated with Sun Yaozu.

At dinner in the evening, Shen Moer told Shen Shaoyuan and Fu Mingze about this.

Shen Shaoyuan frowned and mentioned something: "The home of an old skilled worker in the textile factory was confiscated by the Revolutionary Committee in the afternoon. It is said that he is related to the Chao family, a famous capitalist in the county."

"His family is a distant relative of the Chao family, because they used to work as a clerk in the Chao family's shop, and they are considered to be oppressed and exploited working people. So when determining the composition, they were not classified as rich, rebels or right-wingers. But this time someone reported that his family had hidden a lot of things left by the Chao family and was closely related to the Chao family. "

Shen Shaoyuan said and looked at Shen Mo'er. Both father and daughter were a little lucky. It was well known that their family had avoided a lot of trouble.

In fact, Shen Shaoyuan can paint and Shen Moer can embroider. These facts are worth pondering. If someone really wants to make a fuss about them, they can talk about them.

But fortunately, the Shen family has been poor for three generations, and the original owner's mother died early. Even if everyone can guess that the original owner's mother's background is not good, a woman who fled from famine and has an unknown origin, even if someone wants to investigate, they probably won't find anything.

Fortunately, they have just arrived and have been very careful and have never shown off their wealth.

Shen Moer glanced at Fu Mingze, but found that Fu Mingze had his eyes downcast and was a little absent-minded. She picked up a piece of food from Fu Mingze's bowl with chopsticks: "What's the matter?"

Fu Mingze came to his senses, shook his head and said, "It seems that when you met Sun Yaozu, he said he had something important to tell you. Maybe it's this. I don't know if this has anything to do with Mr. Fei in your school."

When Shen Moer arrived at school the next day, several other teachers in the office were talking about the old technician in the textile factory. As time passed overnight, more news spread. It was said that the Revolutionary Committee did seize some things in his home, and now the whole family was locked up.

"I didn't expect that his family is actually related to the Chao family. I haven't heard of this before!" "

The Chao family killed a lot of people in the past. Every year, we organize students to sweep the graves in the martyrs' cemetery, and there are many people who were killed by the Chao family. It's really damn shameful to have any relationship with the Chao family

's youngest son!" "I heard that his family is actually related to the wife of the youngest son of the Chao family. The bad ones of the Chao family are the first two sons. The youngest son is said to be a nerd who stays in school all day long."

"Those are also the brats of capitalists. They should be knocked to the ground and stepped on by ten thousand feet."

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Shen Moli glanced at Fei Lin while pouring water. He did not participate in the discussion, but there was nothing unusual. He was just busy writing the lesson plan.

At this time, Kong Meijuan suddenly brought a piece of drawing paper over: "Teacher Shen, is this yours?"

Shen Moer took it and looked at it, and said in surprise: "It's mine. This is the draft of my embroidery drawing. There are two places that are not right. I threw it into the waste paper pile. How did you find it?"

Kong Meijuan was also surprised: "Ah, is it a waste draft? This drawing is so beautiful, how can it be wrong? But I picked it up on the ground and it got stuck in the gap of the desk."

She pointed in the direction of her desk.

Shen Moer turned her head and looked, and happened to meet Fei Lin's gaze. Fei Lin was stunned for a moment, then smiled at her, and buried his head in writing again.

Shen Moer didn't have a class in the first period, so when other teachers had gone to class, she went to the corner of the office where waste paper was placed and found that all the scraps she had thrown here were gone.

In the office, used papers are not thrown away, but piled here. When they accumulate to a certain amount, they are sent to the waste station.

Generally, they are sent once every six months. They have not been sent since the beginning of this year, so there is a large pile here.

However, drawing paper is different from other papers and it is still easy to distinguish.

Shen Moer couldn't figure out what others did with her scrapped draft. Moreover, because the place where Kong Meijuan picked up the drawing was very close to Fei Lin's, she couldn't help but suspect that this person might be Fei Lin.

However, this matter is not easy to investigate. After all, the waste paper piled there is for everyone to use. Sometimes people will take some to paste walls and windows, or even take some home to start a fire. As long as they don't take too much, no one will say anything.

Shen Moer didn't have any ideas for a while, so she put it aside. She thought that this matter might not have a result when she left the commune middle school. She never expected that things would be cleared up in a few days.

First, on Saturday night, Shen Shaoyuan came back from overtime and said that all the police officers of the commune police station were dispatched and arrested someone and brought him back. The streets were in chaos. It seemed that someone from the commune revolutionary committee was also involved.

When Shen Moer got up the next day, it was Sunday. Every household in the family compound was at home, and the news had spread widely.

When Liu Guizhi led Zhou Ping'an to the house, she told Shen Moer the details of the whole story.

It was said that someone anonymously reported to the police station that Sun Yaozu, deputy director of the Revolutionary Committee, secretly intercepted a batch of antique calligraphy and paintings confiscated from the house and prepared to sell them privately to the south. The person who reported even wrote the transaction time and place of both parties clearly in the report letter.

Then, when the police station was planning to arrest Sun Yaozu, Wu Qiong, another deputy director of the Revolutionary Committee, also received an identical report letter. Wu Qiong had always been at odds with Sun Yaozu, but these were all internal affairs of the Revolutionary Committee. Wu Qiong was unsure how to deal with it for a while, so he brought a few of his confidants to the scene.

When they arrived, the police station had already captured the loot for both parties involved in the transaction. Wu Qiong saw this and said that he had also received a tip-off and was here to arrest someone.

The two sides argued for a while on the spot about the ownership of the two suspects, but Wu Qiong finally gave in.

It was said that the person who bought the antique calligraphy and paintings was suspected of colluding with the enemy spies in the south, and it was related to the enemy spies issue. After all, it was more legitimate for the Revolutionary Committee to take over than for the police station to take over.

However, some people also believe that Wu Qiong deliberately handed Sun Yaozu over to the police station because he didn't want Sun Yaozu to make a comeback. After all, Sun Yaozu is quite good at maneuvering and has a very good relationship with the county's Revolutionary Committee. If the current director of the Revolutionary Committee of the commune was not ruthless and had a strong backing, he would have been squeezed out long ago.

If Sun Yaozu was still in the hands of the Revolutionary Committee, he might have been able to get out of it.

But it’s a different story when it falls into the hands of the police. Many people in the public security system have been persecuted by the Revolutionary Committee in recent years. In fact, there is an old grudge between the two sides. The police will not show mercy to Sun Yaozu. Involving such things as enemy spies is almost the same as being a traitor to the country. Everyone will want to kill him. It will be difficult for Sun Yaozu to turn things around.

Liu Guizhi’s face was full of excitement: "You will never guess who the

enemy spy who traded with Sun Yaozu is. I tell you, it’s someone you know!" Shen Moer glanced at Zhou Pingan who was standing aside in silence, and thought to herself, not only do I know that the enemy spy who traded with Sun Yaozu is Fei Lin, I also know that the person who wrote the anonymous report is most likely your good son Zhou Pingan.

This kid is amazing!

Shen Moer was too busy recently, so she didn't keep an eye on Zhou Pingan all the time, but she would still pay attention to him at school. Zhou Pingan hasn't behaved a bit strange recently, and she hasn't heard Liu Guizhi say that the boy came back soaking wet... It seems that after she found him last time, the boy has become more careful.

Shen Moer smiled: "How can I guess, is it someone from our family compound? There are enemy agents hiding among us?"

Liu Guizhi said exaggeratedly: "I said you would never guess, Fei Lin, it's Mr. Fei from your commune middle school! Oh my God, isn't it scary, the teacher in the school is actually an enemy agent."

Shen Moer cooperated and made a surprised expression: "What, Mr. Fei, no way?!"

Zhou Pingan glanced at Shen Moer and his mouth twitched.

Liu Guizhi shared the news she had heard with Shen Moer: "Yes, it is said that he and Sun Yaozu's family are neighbors, and he and Sun Yaozu's younger sister were childhood sweethearts. Later, when his family became poor, he went out to learn an art. He joined a large opera troupe to play the erhu for others. It was in the troupe that he got in touch with enemy spies. After the liberation, he somehow became a teacher, and then he somehow got in touch with Sun Yaozu, and the two of them became partners. Sun Yaozu got him things and intelligence, and he took the things out to exchange for money."

She said in a difficult way . With a tone of belief and envy, he said: "This morning, the police station searched several houses of Sun Yaozu and found a box of 'small yellow croakers'. My God, tell me, how much money is this! They can get so much money in such a small place like ours!"

Shen Moer blinked her eyes. She knew what "small yellow croakers" were, but she had more than one or two boxes in her treasure house, so she didn't think a box of "small yellow croakers" was anything. No matter how many there were, they could only be hidden in the treasure house and gather dust. How could they be taken out to exchange for money?

She was a little interested in the antique calligraphy and paintings they traded. She had never seen the "ancient" things in this world, and didn't know if they were any different from their Daliang.

Obviously, Shen Shaoyuan was more interested in antique calligraphy and paintings, and asked: "Didn't they say that these things should be smashed to pieces during the Four Olds Movement? Can these things be exchanged for money?"

This is the disadvantage of "outsiders". Although they know the rules of this world, they often feel that the rules and reality are often contradictory.

I don't know about Liu Guizhi. She doesn't care about those antique calligraphy and paintings. She only cares about that box of "small yellow croakers".

Zhou Ping'an was the one who explained, "They are worthless in China. Some people throw them away to avoid disasters. But if they are taken to the south and abroad, they are valuable there. It is said that there are people in Hong Kong who are willing to pay for them."

Shen Shaoyuan glanced at him and smiled, "You know a lot at such a young age."

Zhou Ping'an lowered his eyes, "I just heard my classmates talking about it."

Shen Moer almost rolled her eyes. He was a loner in school. How could his classmates chat with him? Besides, didn't she know his classmates? The eyes of each of them revealed the ignorance and stupidity unique to teenagers. How could they know these things?

However, what surprised Shen Moer even more was that Zhou Ping'an actually had something to say: "Actually, those things are not completely useless. I heard that some embroidery patterns evolved from ancient calligraphy and paintings, and the propaganda paintings that Uncle Shen usually draws actually have the shadow of ancient calligraphy and paintings."

Although he called Shen Moer Teacher Shen, he called Shen Shaoyuan Uncle Shen.

The main reason was that Shen Shaoyuan felt that he was young, and it was okay to call him grandpa in the village when facing a group of young people with blood ties, but he really didn't want to hear anyone calling him grandpa outside.

Especially a guy like Zhou Ping'an who was actually not much younger than his daughter.

Liu Guizhi thought that her son had finally come to his senses and knew that he should talk more with the Shen family to get closer to them. But when she heard him finish, her face turned green: "No, how dare you say anything, kid? That's the Four Olds. Nothing is useless, that is useless, and you must accept criticism!"

Zhou Pingan glanced at his mother, pursed his lips, and said nothing.

Shen Shaoyuan looked at him thoughtfully: "Have you seen the propaganda paintings I drew?"

Zhou Pingan nodded heavily: "I have. The first one I saw was the furnace fire. The fire seemed to have life, and the people seemed to be alive."

Shen Shaoyuan nodded. That was the first propaganda painting he drew after entering the kiln factory. It was named Furnace Fire, but in fact, in addition to the blazing flames, there were also hardworking kiln factory workers.

He didn't expect Zhou Pingan to have seen his paintings so early.

Zhou Pingan said excitedly: "But my favorite is the painting of harvest you painted for the commune. That painting reminds me of the fragrance of rice flowers in the wind. It makes me feel that the future is full of hope, joy, and perfection."

"Of course, the painting of learning is also very good. The children can happily carry their schoolbags to school. Everyone is full of enthusiasm. Just like the leader said, they are all the sun at eight or nine o'clock in the morning."

Zhou Pingan's eyes sparkled.

Shen Shaoyuan looked at him and suddenly said: "Then do you want to learn to paint with me?"