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have! "Old Master Fan hurried back to the house and came out with a big gray and black pot belly, and there was a ready-made rolling pin in it. Dad looked at the volume of the pot and the width of the mouth, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Is there any vegetables?" Now that there is a jar for making noodles, Dad needs the main ingredients for dumpling fillings.

"There are only lazy people, no lazy fields! Those who want meat and vegetables don't have much." Grandma Huang swept away the gloomy look before, stepped on the big bamboo basket and ran to the field in front of the yard excitedly.

"Brother Heping also assign me a task! Uh~~~, my name is Sun Jihai." The slovenly man who stood in front of his father again actually looked very refined, with dark skin and a thin body. He smiled shyly and made people laugh. Immediately good impression.Why is Mr. Fan's son named Zhang?I looked suspiciously at Sun Jihai and then at Xiaojian. The two of them really didn't have the slightest similarity in appearance.Could it be that Xiaojian's mother has small eyes, thick lips, and the only saving grace is that her nose is quite straight.

"Then I'll take care of you and call you Jihai." Dad patted Sun Jihai on the shoulder with a look of "brotherly love", "Brother Jihai will help me add fuel to the fire, let's start."

"En!" Sun Jihai nodded excitedly, and began to tidy up the open-air simple stove and a large iron pot quickly.Another innocent person fell into the trap of father's "gentleness". In fact, I have always wondered why father, a farmer, has such a heroic demeanor that he raises his arms and responds to everything.

"Baby! Go and collect firewood, grandpa didn't teach you that if you don't work, you won't eat!" Dad bluffed the bull's eye, imitating grandpa, blowing his beard and staring at his eyes.I pouted contemptuously, and retracted the hero's evaluation just now.Look at this vitriol, even Zhou Papi and Huang Shiren never gave in when they were alive.

"Grandpa taught us to love the future flowers of our motherland!" I retorted confidently.

"Don't spoil the motherland's future flower seedlings with a vine-wrapped morning glory!" Dad took the gourd and melon ladle handed over by Mr. Fan, scooped three large ladles of flour into a porcelain jar and started kneading the dough.In the middle, he didn't even look in the eyes, and his tone was full of contempt and ridicule.

"Go back and tell grandpa, you said he is a withered morning glory." I expressed serious protest against the bad incidents that my father has hit my young heart from time to time recently.But when I saw Xiao Jian, a little boy, taking the initiative to move firewood to please him, I was quite dismissive.But as a cute kid, it's okay to be stubborn, but you must not be lazy and sneaky, especially when there is such a weak kid next to him for comparison.

"Haha~~~, peace is very interesting for you father and son, especially the baby, this kid is smart!" Mr. Fan looked at the bickering between my father and me very freshly, with an irresistible expression on his old and simple face. Even Sun Jihai, who was lighting a fire beside him, was smiling all over his face.

"Mr. Fan doesn't dare to praise him. If you praise him, your tail will definitely go up to the sky." Mingming smiled terribly, but tried his best to play modesty.I held a large bundle of firewood and listened to their conversation. As long as it was an insinuating "criticism" to me, I immediately rolled my eyes at my father.It made Mr. Fan and Sun Jihai laugh out loud again and again, and Xiaojian looked at the three people who were seriously abnormal today in doubt.

This lunch was busy until one o'clock in the afternoon.Dumplings stuffed with green vegetables and rabbit meat, plus a plate of spicy boiled peanuts, a plate of braised water chestnut chicken nuggets and a bowl of fried crispy poached eggs.Such a sumptuous meal can only be eaten on the New Year's Eve when the harvest is good, so this meal lasted for more than an hour.

"Aunt Huang packed a copy, I'll go and see my Uncle Jian." Dad helped to clear the table, but with one sentence, the atmosphere of chatting after dinner, which was originally quite high, suddenly became dull.Grandma Huang seemed to have been drained of all her strength and spirit, and sat down on a chair in a dispirited manner, looking sadly at the plate of dumplings on the table that had not been touched by her chopsticks.

"Grandma, grandpa will be fine!" I pawed on Grandma Huang's lap, worriedly watching her emaciated and listless.The clear and beautiful eyelids were gradually stained with frost. Grandma Huang and Grandpa Jian are both in their early fifties. Most of their lives have passed away. They must not be allowed to slump at this moment before dawn.

"Baby doesn't understand, grandma is not afraid of natural disasters, but of **." Grandma Huang sighed quietly, staring at me with infinite love in her dark eyes.Maybe Grandma Huang has been doubting her decision to go back to China for construction all the time in the past month or so. Although the once-hot belief is still burning in her heart, she is willing to give everything for this cause.However, ** made her fiery belief cast a dark cloud that could not be removed, and the anger and worry of "serving the country with nowhere to go" may also be Grandpa Jane's mood at this moment.

"Aunt Huang, go and prepare some food and winter clothes. I also learned about the general situation on the way. The double doctor of medicine in the Department of Cardiology and Brain Medicine is 'Meite', and 'Secret' sneaked into Tangshan and killed three proletarian ordinary people! " Dad's ironic ridicule rekindled the spark of hope in Grandma Huang's empty eyes.

"Brother Heping! I'll go with you too!" Sun Jihai stood up tragically, looking at his father more and more with "high mountains looking up".

"I'm going too! I'm going too!" I hurried forward and tugged on my father's trouser legs, I didn't want to stay and play with Fan Xiaojian, a little baby in crotch pants.

"I - go too." Fan Xiaojian said timidly with his head down.

"We're not going to the playground. What are you doing, a kid in open crotch pants? Can you kill people and set fires, or break prisons? Just kidding!" I angrily scolded Xiaojian who didn't know anything.Just because I saw that the child was honest and cute during lunch, I took special care of it, and put two extra braised chicken nuggets for him. Unexpectedly, a kind heart made the brown sugar stick to it.

"Grandpa, Xiaojian don't wear crotch pants, woo~~" Xiaojian pulled the big opening under his crotch aggrievedly, crying very sadly.

"Baby! Your butt is itchy, isn't it!" Dad gritted his teeth in a fierce manner, but the corner of his mouth couldn't help but couldn't suppress it.

"Okay! The awkwardness between the children is harmless. It's better to go early and return early, and be careful in everything. Don't be impulsive, think twice before acting." Although Mr. Fan spoke out in poverty, he was also educated and reasonable.The young father and Sun Jihai nodded receptively. Seeing Grandma Huang coming out of the room holding the quilt and the sweater knitted by her mother, and carrying a bamboo basket, the father hurried forward to help.

The so-called labor camp is actually a huge breeding farm with herds of cattle and sheep and rows of pigpens.Although it is only less than one kilometer away from the courtyard where Grandma Huang lives, there are all fields and trails in the middle, which are not only narrow and muddy, but also full of potholes.If the soles of your feet accidentally slip, you may fall into the river on the right or the ditch on the left.

"It's you again! Didn't you see what was written on it?! Labor-reform-station! Is this where you can come, go back quickly!" The stone walls around the giant breeding farm were very high, Three adults may not be able to reach the top even if they stand and stack.The top of the wall is embedded with sharp shards of glass and three circles of barbed wire, enclosing the entire farm like an iron barrel.

Next to the gate of the impregnable labor camp is a long signboard with black characters on a white background, and the three bold words "labor camp" are strikingly eye-catching.A man came out from the guard inside: wearing a liberation cap, a Chinese tunic suit, a "red armband" on his arm, and a wooden stick in his hand.When the arrogant young guard saw Grandma Huang and Sun Jihai, he sternly asked them with a cold face.

"I have never heard of people locked up in labor camps. Family members are not allowed to visit!" Grandma Huang and Sun Jihai were very afraid of the wooden stick in the hands of the young "red armband". It is conceivable that Grandma Huang must have learned its unscrupulousness before. and lawlessness.

Dad relied on his physical strength and his virtue to convince others. In Xiaohe Village, except for grandpa who yelled and cursed at will, few people dared to yell in front of Dad, including the proud educated youths who went to the countryside.Although my father has always been easy-going, no one who has been with him for a long time knows that he is secretly a "ghost". In the words of the 21st century, he is a "dark belly".But now this stunned-haired young man shouted loudly in front of him, and his father laughed on the spot: It's really ugly to be playing big swords in front of Guan Gong!

"What do you want to do! Do you want to rebel?!" "Red Armband" clenched the wooden stick in his hand across his chest, watching his father's slightly burly figure with vigilance.When the people in the guard heard the angry shouts outside, they all ran out like a swarm of wasps that had exploded, all of them were angry and fierce, and surrounded the three and a half of us.

48 Wisdom into the Cage

Dad alone against three or two, I believe the odds are good, but the problem is that there are eight strong young men in their early twenties in front of us, if they really fight, our side will suffer heavy casualties.Sun Jihai nervously put on a gang fight pose, while Grandma Huang stood firmly beside her father with her arms around the quilt.

The surrounding atmosphere instantly became like the solemnity and passion of a martyr before his death.Naturally, this does not include me. I regret listening to my father boasting and talking about the mountains. If I had Li Xiqing, a martial arts master, by my side, I would not be as embarrassed as "the tiger falls in Pingyang and is bullied by dogs, and the dragon is stranded on the beach and treated by shrimps"!

"If you say I'm a rebel, someone has to believe it! And I must go in today! Even if you Director Wang is here, he can't stop me." Dad's dismissive and arrogant demeanor made the eight "red armband" rebels all around. Time lost its dimension.especially mention