South to North: A Prison Guard at the Beginning

Then Zhou's mother repeated to Mr. Zhou what Zhou Xiaobai had just said to Yuan Mu, which made Mr. Zhou frown.

"This is just nonsense! How can a girl not have any dignity at all!"

"Tsk! So what? I feel pretty good. Our daughter dares to love and hate, and I think that's good!" Zhou's mother glared.

"You can't rush into it. This thing is not a good deal if you rush into it. Why don't you stop it as a mother?" Old Zhou frowned.

Mother Zhou thought about it and it seemed to be true, but she didn't think about it that way at the time.

"So, shall we go eavesdrop?"

"What are you talking about? How can that be called eavesdropping? Xiaobai is my daughter, there's no such thing as eavesdropping. This is called caring!" Zhou Lao gave her a blank look.

"Yes, yes, I care, I care." Zhou's mother smiled, and then the two of them carefully entered the house and lay behind the wall to listen carefully to the conversation between Yuan Mu and Zhou Xiaobai.

"Xiaobai, this happened too suddenly. You should calm down and think carefully. This is not a joke." Yuan Mu looked at Zhou Xiaobai with an embarrassed face.

"Yuan Mu, why are you hesitating? I'm a woman and I've already talked to this point. What else do you want?" Zhou Xiaobai frowned.

Yuan Mu lowered his head and took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out a cigarette and lit it. This matter really troubled him. The key point was that Zhou's mother did not say anything to persuade him. It seemed that he had to give an answer today.

"Xiao Bai, how about this? I feel like you're a little impulsive today. Let's calm down. What do you think of me, Yuan Mu? I have no money, and my job is okay, but I'm just a section-level cadre."

"Look at your family again. They are not a good match for me at all. There is a huge difference in status between us..." Before Yuan Mu could finish his words, a majestic voice sounded.

"Xiao Yuan, I have to criticize you for this. As a state cadre and party member, how can you distinguish between classes?"

Hearing the sound, Yuan Mu subconsciously looked towards the source of the sound, only to see Old Zhou walking towards him in a military uniform with his hands behind his back, exuding an aura of majesty without even being angry.

"Dad! You were eavesdropping on our conversation!" Zhou Xiaobai was unhappy when he saw his parents coming over.

"You sit aside first!" Old Zhou glanced at Zhou Xiaobai and said lightly.

Seeing that her father seemed serious, Zhou Xiaobai didn't dare to say anything. Normally, she could act coquettishly and arrogantly with her father, but as long as Mr. Zhou was serious, she still didn't dare to stroke the tiger's whiskers.

Who is Mr. Zhou? He fought his way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood during the Anti-Japanese War. The aura he exudes is something most people cannot withstand.

Zhou's mother, who was standing next to her, pulled Zhou Xiaobai to her side and gave her a wink.

Yuan Mu stood up and looked at Mr. Zhou. He subconsciously straightened his body. It was not that he was afraid of Mr. Zhou, but his clothes made him respect him.

Mr. Zhou walked up to Yuan Mu, glanced at him, and then spoke lightly.

"Xiao Yuan, I have always admired you. You are excellent in every aspect, but I do not agree with what you said today. I cannot agree with it. As a party member and cadre, you actually said such a class-based statement. I am very disappointed."

"Teachers once taught us that everyone is equal and that we must break down class divisions. People all over the country are the same, it's just that our division of labor is different!"

"Since you can say this today, it proves that your ideological awareness is still not in place. What do you mean by not being a good match? I, Zhou Zhennan, was once a farmer too!"

"I am where I am today thanks to the millions of peasant comrades! Now that I have everything I have today, I must become one with the broad masses of the people, rather than standing on the top of a mountain and looking down on them!"

Yuan Mu listened to what Mr. Zhou said, his face full of shame, and he lowered his head to listen carefully to his teachings.

Seeing Yuan Mu's ashamed look at this moment, Mr. Zhou was quite satisfied. Although there were some problems in his thinking, it was good that Yuan Mu knew his mistakes in time. A comrade is a good one if he can correct his mistakes as soon as he knows them.

After all, no one is perfect. It is impossible for a person to be without any shortcomings. You are allowed to have shortcomings, but you must correct them. So Mr. Zhou softened his tone slightly and continued to speak.

"Xiao Yuan, you are an outstanding young man. I was not as good as you when I was young. If you were in my era, perhaps you would have achieved more than me."

"But Xiao Yuan, you have to know that our country's present status is not easy to come by. It is thanks to the millions of brave martyrs who have fought bravely to get to where it is today. What you just said really offends them."

"They used their lives to break the inherent class structure and fight against class, and finally got to where they are today. You must always remember their contributions and never forget them!"

Although Yuan Mu had a guilty expression on his face at this moment, he actually disagreed with what Mr. Zhou said in his heart. Classification has always existed, including when the red was the brightest.

But people like Zhou Zhennan who came from that era are unwilling to admit it, but this thing does exist. However, Yuan Mu really shouldn't say this out loud. It's enough for him to just know what's going on in his heart.

Yuan Mu does not deny that many predecessors spent their entire lives fighting against class division, but it is obvious that they failed. Class is not something that is so easy to cross. Whether you admit it or not, it still exists.

But now, at this moment, he has to admit his mistake. Although he denies Zhou Zhennan's words, he still has to respect his ancestors.

"Uncle Zhou, it is true that my thinking is not up to standard and I am ashamed of my ancestors."

Old Zhou looked at Yuan Mu, then sighed, took off his military uniform and handed it to Zhou's mother behind him.

"Okay, I won't say too much. No one is perfect. Since you know you are wrong, you should strengthen your ideological studies in the future. I will find you a book later. Go back and read it carefully and understand it deeply. Come back next time. I hope to hear your feelings after watching it." Mr. Zhou sat down on the sofa and said.

"Yes! I will study hard!" Yuan Mu straightened his back and said seriously.

"Okay, don't be so reserved, sit down!" Mr. Zhou waved his hand.

Yuan Mu nodded, and then sat on the sofa. However, he did not dare to sit down completely, but only sat on half of his butt. You can't look relaxed right after someone has lectured you, you have to feel like you have been baptized by the other person's words.

Although this is quite artificial, sometimes you have to do this. Otherwise, what if Zhou Zhennan misunderstands that you didn’t listen to him at all?