Quick travel: The poor little thing in the period novel strikes back

"Xiao Lian, are you okay? The bad guys have been dealt with by Auntie, don't be afraid!"

Liu Cuimiao's voice came from outside the door. Shi Yan straightened her clothes and opened the door.

With a creaky sound, the door was cautiously pushed open a crack. Liu Cuimiao stared at the crack with a nervous look on her face.

"Auntie, I'm fine..."

A slightly trembling female voice was heard, and Liu Cuimiao hurried forward. In the dim night, she finally saw the pale-faced girl. She waved her hand and asked someone to come over to her.

The slender figure fluttered into Liu Cuimiao's arms like a fluttering butterfly. She immediately reached out to hug her and gently patted the girl's back.

"Alright, alright, it's okay. Auntie is here. Don't be afraid. It's okay..."

The low whimpering sound, although not loud, was heard clearly by everyone present. The villagers, who were already angry at He Changshou's behavior, became even more annoyed with He Changshou when they saw Shi Yan's fragile appearance. They could not help but kick the person on the ground several more times until Zhao De stopped them.

"Okay, everyone go back. Please gather at the village entrance early tomorrow morning so we can go to town together."

After hearing what Zhao De said, the villagers went back to their homes to rest. After Shi Yan "sought comfort" in Liu Cuimiao's arms for a long time, she "pretended to be strong" and rejected Liu Cuimiao's invitation to go home together, and went back to the house to lie down.

It's not that Shi Yan can't handle this farce tonight by herself, but if she solves it quietly, it will definitely not have as great a warning effect as if the village chief came forward and sent the case to the police for handling.

As long as the results of the handling come out tomorrow and the villagers know about it, those who still have evil intentions and think that she is easy to bully will no longer dare to easily target her.

………………

A week has passed since He Changshou was sent to the town and then sentenced to labor reform in the northwest. Shi Yan has clearly discovered that most of the women in the village are much gentler and more approachable towards her.

For example, today, the villagers followed the custom of previous years. Each family contributed some oil and pooled their resources to make fried foods for the New Year in the threshing yard. So now the threshing yard was full of young wives, old ladies and aunts from each family who were responsible for making fried foods.

"Sister Xiaolian, you are frying meatballs. Fry them first so that the things we fry later can have some meaty flavor."

The woman who was speaking was plump. She looked at Shi Yan who was carrying a bamboo basket and smiled very gently.

"Sister Sui Sui, I'll fry them first. I don't have much to fry, so it will be ready soon."

In Shi Yan's bamboo basket there was a large enamel bowl filled with meatball stuffing made from shredded radish and meat. She scooped the stuffing with a spoon and threw it into the bubbling hot oil.

Her movements were quick, but her whole body was absent-minded.

Zhao Ze has disappeared for a week without reason. Although she believes that Zhao Ze will not suffer any harm, there are too many activists in this era. If someone finds something abnormal and reports it, they would rather kill the wrong person than let him go. The result will definitely not be good.

The meatballs were put into the pot with a sizzling sound. The peppery aroma of the meat mixed with the aroma of lard attracted the aunts and wives waiting on the side, who couldn't help swallowing their saliva.

Shi Yan was busy with her hands and had no time to pay attention to the reactions of the people around her. The person she was thinking about was also rushing home happily at this moment.

Zhao Ze patted the thick stack of banknotes and the emerald gold ring he had just redeemed in his secret pocket, and a hidden look of joy flashed across his face.

After looking around, Zhao Ze changed direction, put on a serious face, and walked towards the outside of the city.

"You! What are you doing? Show me your ID!"

"What are you doing secretly? Did you do something bad?!"

"Why are you running? Stop right there!"

"…………"

On the streets, the crowds passing by were mixed with men and women wearing red armbands. They all had haughty expressions and arrogant tones, pointing and gesturing at passers-by, and some even directly pulled up the collars as if they were searching people.

Zhao Ze tried his best to calm himself down, turned on his toes and walked towards the alley at the side. As he was getting closer and closer to the alley entrance, someone grabbed his shoulder and a somewhat arrogant male voice came from behind him.

"Where are you going, sneaky?"

Thinking badly in his heart, Zhao Ze felt that he was unlucky for eight lifetimes. It was not the first time that he had done reselling work, but he had finally made up his mind to do something big. Now that he had enough money to marry a wife, how could he just give up here?

I was thinking about how to knock down the person behind me, and then run into the alley quickly, and maybe I could escape by taking a detour.

After deciding on the "escape" route, he pulled his scarf to cover most of his face. His whole body was in a tense state, and then someone patted his shoulder hard again.

"What are you running around for, kid? Didn't I say I was here to pick someone up today and asked you to help carry the things? How come you disappeared the moment you turned around!"

After seeing the speaker's face clearly, Zhao Ze subconsciously felt relieved and put on an indifferent look on his face.

"I don't need that much luggage. I'll just go to town and see what's new during the New Year!"

While Zhao Ze was speaking, he glanced at the several listless figures standing behind his father.

He did not conceal his actions at all. The arrogant young man, who was originally preparing to capture someone and interrogate him, turned his gaze and saw a middle-aged man with a plain face, and behind the man, a group of young people who looked tired but dressed in artistic style.

Especially when he saw a fair-faced female comrade with two pigtails and a brand new military uniform standing among several grown men, his eyes lit up even more.

"Who are you? I'm the captain of the patrol team. Show me your letters of introduction. Don't be nervous. I'm doing this for the country. Please cooperate."

"Captain, I am the head of Taohua Village. The city government has notified me to go to the town to pick up the educated youth assigned to our village. Here is the letter of introduction. Please take a look."

Zhao De handed the letter of introduction to the young man, then patted his old son on the shoulder and looked him up and down, making sure that he had not suffered any hardship during this period of time, and he felt at ease.

"You little brat, why don't you go to the grain station and bring our village's ox cart here? Don't you see how tired these little comrades are?"

No one present paid attention to the exchange of glances between the father and son. After hearing what his father said, Zhao Ze did not delay and turned around and headed towards the grain station.