Hang Siyuan laughed: "When your eldest uncle was five years old, he went to the battlefield with a gun. He was a sharpshooter and hit the target ninety times out of ten. He killed the enemy without blinking. When your second uncle was five years old, he led a group of puppet troops around in the mountains and managed to make them dizzy. He was not afraid of a group of puppet troops and handled them with ease, successfully capturing them. Your father was even more remarkable. When he was five years old, he dared to gather a group of children and confront the Japanese army. If the Japanese soldiers hadn't been careless, your father wouldn't have come back that time."
She glanced at Zhu Fanfan and said, "Even your little aunt, compared to your three older brothers, is a bit inferior, but when she was five years old, she took down five or six boys who were teenagers and beat them until they screamed. You can't treat the people in your Zhu family by the standards of ordinary people."
Therefore, you can't help but admire Zhu Jiabao's parenting style; his children are all outstanding. You can't help but feel insincerely disagree.
Zhu Fanfan disagreed: "Those days are different from now. Nowadays, five-year-olds are just starting to practice basic skills, and all they want to do is eat and drink."
Five years old is still a little kid! The kids in the compound are still fighting fiercely over a piece of cake, using all sorts of tricks against their families over a piece of candy. They're only interested in eating and drinking, and they're too playful to go to war. They can't even leave the compound. They don't see many people, so how can they show their wit and courage?
Hang Siyuan bluntly exposed: "No matter what others do, the Zhu family won't. Your grandfather praised you to the skies. You started practicing basic skills as soon as you could walk, and you've never suffered a loss since you could speak. You're very smart!"
Zhu Jiabao complained endlessly that his granddaughter was not easy to fool and often complained to Vice President Liu, causing him to suffer countless losses. Can you say that someone who can make Zhu Jiabao suffer losses is not smart?
In other words, because her grandfather was so powerful, no one believed she was a simple, kind, and naive little girl. This affected her ability to pretend to be weak while actually being strong, pouting and looking pitiful on the verge of tears. Now, no one will believe her when she tries to act pitiful. How tragic!
So he said resentfully, "The adults are all really annoying, especially the old man."
After saying that, she went straight to bed and pulled the curtains back forcefully. Still angry, she lifted the curtains, gave Hang Siyuan a heavy snort, and then went back to bed.
Hang Siyuan: ...He'll fight anyone who says this girl isn't from the Zhu family. This girl holds grudges just like Zhu Jiabao, their expressions are exactly the same.
Zhu Fanfan lay in bed, his consciousness entering the space, and incidentally harvested the ripe grains.
Because of her frequent planting, sometimes she couldn't harvest in time, and the grains would fall directly into the ground to grow after ripening. Although the grains were relatively small when harvested, they were still larger than those on the market now, so she didn't worry about it. Something was better than nothing.
Now she's too lazy to plan anymore; she just harvests whatever comes to fruition. Back at her grandfather's house, because she loved to sleep in, she harvested several batches of fruit day and night, reaping quite a lot, but it's far from enough to meet her current needs.
After the harvest, she fell asleep without realizing it. She didn't know how long she slept, but she was startled awake by the sound of light footsteps. She was on guard, but when she heard the voice of Grandpa Hang, she felt relieved.
Hang Siyuan said from outside, "Little girl, it's time to eat. Get up! It's okay to be angry with Grandpa Hang, but don't play around with your health."
Zhu Fanfan pulled back the curtain and raised her chin: "This fairy settles her scores on the spot, not out of spite."
Holding a grudge will only hurt loved ones and please enemies, so she won't do that. She prefers to talk things out face to face; keeping things bottled up isn't her style.
Hang Siyuan also realized that the little girl didn't hold grudges, which was much better than Zhu Jiabao, who could really remember a small thing for more than ten years.
The food on the train was comparable to that of a chef in a state-run restaurant. The food nowadays is all organic, without any high-tech or grueling work. I hope Fanfan enjoys his meal.
After finishing her meal, feeling bored, she continued to examine the piece of paper she had taken from Xue Fu's house. Initially, she thought it must be very important since it was kept with so many other things, but then she thought it might not be that important. Otherwise, why wouldn't it be buried with the houses in the shantytown? But it must have some use, so she took it out to study it without worry.
Although Zhu Fanfan had already learned traditional Chinese characters, the characters on this paper were not traditional characters; they seemed to be from another script. She felt that it was pieced together from various sources. She didn't recognize any of them, yet they all seemed somewhat familiar. The paper was also a map, which reminded her of a treasure, but there were no locations marked, and the map was drawn crookedly by hand. She had no clue what to do with it.
Seeing Zhu Fanfan frowning as she looked at a piece of paper, Hang Siyuan put down his newspaper and asked curiously, "What are you looking at so intently?"
Zhu Fanfan took the map and said, "I don't recognize what this is. If you call it a map, our country doesn't have topographical maps like this. If you don't call it a map, it's not written either."
Hang Siyuan took it and casually asked, "Where did you get it?"
Zhu Fanfan lied without batting an eye: "When I was in Shanghai, I was wandering around and wanted to take some photos to remember the trip. When I passed an alley, I saw someone sneaking in suspiciously. Out of curiosity, I followed him. The person told me that it was an heirloom with a big secret inside, and that it cost five yuan! He also said that he wouldn't sell it unless he was really in dire straits. I saw that he was in a hurry, so I bought it, just to do a good deed."
This child is really easy to fool. Hang Siyuan wanted to teach Zhu Fanfan a lesson and let her deeply feel the cruelty of society. Who knew that the moment he got the map, he was stunned.
Zhu Fanfan thought there was a chance, so she leaned over and asked, "Grandpa Hang, did you find something?"
Hang Siyuan forced a smile that was more like a grimace: "Do you know what this is?"
Zhu Fanfan shook her head. If she knew what it was, would she need to study it?
Hang Siyuan said, "This is a map recording oil, written in a script unique to a southern ethnic group."
He knew this because one of the soldiers he served with was from an ethnic minority group, and he had talked about their language and customs.
Currently, the country relies entirely on oil imports. Coupled with suppression from developed countries, it has always been a well-known oil-poor nation, spending hundreds of millions of dollars annually on oil imports. Judging from the map, the oil-rich area is not small. If this is true, the country's industry will definitely experience a qualitative leap.
Zhu Fanfan's heart skipped a beat, and she asked, "Are you sure?"
Hang Siyuan was certain: "I can guarantee it, Fanfan, you've done another great service."
Zhu Fanfan's thoughts had nothing to do with this at all: "Grandpa Hang, did you ever go out alone when you were in Shanghai?"
Although he didn't know why Fanfan asked that, Hang Siyuan still replied, "I'm going to Shanghai to hand over my work, so I don't have time to go out alone."
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