Faced with the issue of Ma Chunhua, Chen Bei was speechless and had to perfunctory her: "I don't consider personal issues yet, and socialist construction is not waiting for anyone."

Ma Chunhua didn't like his tricks, and she blocked him with one sentence: "If you don't think about it, I have to consider it. I am yours, so don't refuse to admit it."

Chen Bei was so shocked that he almost jumped up: "You, you, you, you, why is it my person?"

Ma Chunhua calmly said: "In the small straw hut in Jiangxinzhou, you took my innocent body and still don't want to admit it."

Chen Bei took a breath of cold air. Could that dream be real?

"Secretary Ma, you can make it clear, you can't joke." Chen Bei's voice trembled. At first, he was very disgusted with Ma Chunhua, but later he gradually changed his impression, but it was far from the point of talking about marriage. In Ma Chunhua's words, there was a class gap between the two and could not be made up for it.

Ma Chunhua said: "At that time, you were unconscious. I was afraid that you would die. I would feed you water to your mouth. You, a person who was unscrupulous, occupied me. I was not as strong as you, and I was taken away by my innocence. I was unlucky and had no choice but to marry a chicken and a dog. I turned around and applied to the organization, let's register for marriage."

Chen Bei was sweating profusely. This was a forced marriage, but he couldn't say anything. He was alone, a man and a woman. Even if nothing happened, the yellow mud fell into his crotch. It was either shit or shit. Besides, it was difficult for him to guarantee that what Ma Chunhua said was fake.

"Is there no room for recovery for this matter? I am disabled, have low ideological awareness, and have low political content. I am not worthy of you." Chen Bei resisted in vain.

Ma Chunhua said: "Speaking of this, your conditions are relatively poor, but I don't dislike you. I will continue to help educate you. We will move forward side by side on the road of socialist construction."

Chen Bei was speechless and smoked.

Ma Chunhua snatched the cigarette and lighter: "What are you smoking? I'll ask you one thing, do you agree or not."

Chen Bei was silent for a moment and said, "Don't force me."

Ma Chunhua was furious: "Okay, I'll go to the Public Security Bureau to accuse you of hooliganism." She patted her butt and left.

Chen Bei didn't move, he was completely confused, and he was just following where he was.

...

Of course, Ma Chunhua did not go to the public security office to sue Chen Bei, and she was sentenced to death. She had no man. She did not go to the organization for help, but went directly to Chen Bei's father, Chen Zikun.

The provincial chairman is not that easy to see, but Ma Chunhua has his own way. Chen Zikun was inspecting the Jiangbei disaster area at this time. The activity routes were all decided by the Administrative Office and just follow them. Who doesn’t know the heroine Ma Chunhua in the prefectural committee? So it’s easy to get close to the provincial government team.

Chen Zikun was taking a group of cadres to inspect the flooded areas. After liberation, he rarely wore suits and was wearing Zhongshan suits all year round. It was summer now, and the weather was hot. He was wearing rubber boots and short-sleeved shirts, sunglasses, and was surrounded by people. Suddenly, a lesbian rushed over and said loudly: "Chairman Chen, I have important things to report to you."

Everyone was stunned. The Administrative Office did not arrange such a sudden report. Could it be that the class enemy was sabotaging the police officers who were accompanying the Regional Public Security Bureau were about to come forward to get the people? At this time, someone recognized it as Ma Chunhua and hurriedly stopped the police with his eyes.

Chen Zikun was also a little surprised. He had been liberated for several years, so why did he still block the street and sue the emperor? He said kindly: "Comrade Xiaoma, please tell me if you have anything."

Ma Chunhua said: "I want to report to you alone."

A responsible person from the Administrative Office scolded: "Xiaoma, what are you doing? Can you afford to affect the inspection work of the leaders?"

Ma Chunhua insisted: "It's a big deal, I must report it to Chairman Chen alone."

Chen Zikun was very interested: "Okay, let's take a break, Comrade Xiaoma, come and talk to me to the car."

The sun was shining in the sky, and the comrades accompanied them all went to the trees to enjoy the cool air and drink water. The special car sent by the Administrative Office to serve the leaders was a Soviet-made Gas jeep. It was parked in the shade of the tree in the distance. Chen Zikun got on the car, and Ma Chunhua stood by the road, with no idle people waiting within a radius of dozens of meters.

"Tell me." Chen Zikun said.

"I have your grandson in my stomach." Ma Chunhua said straight to the point.

Chen Zikun did not show any strange expression. Years of political experience have long allowed him to develop a calm and steady style of not changing his expression before. Besides, although the woman in front of him has a good facial features, she is far from her beauty. No matter how good her son is, the women Chen Bei has come and gone, they are also beautiful, and each has its own charm. With her son's aesthetics, she will never have had any relationship with her.

Ma Chunhua continued, regardless of whether he responded or not, "When we were in Jiangxinzhou, we slept and I got pregnant. That's all, Chairman Chen, you have to make the decision for me."

Chen Zikun said: "Xiaoma, what do you want to deal with him."

Ma Chunhua said: "What else can it be? The baby cannot be without a father. I just accept it. I am willing to marry Chen Bei."

Chen Zikun said: "I understand this. Marriage is a big deal. We have to make a long-term plan. You can go back first. Don't have heatstroke in hot weather."

"Oh, then I'll leave, father-in-law." Ma Chunhua bowed and left happily.

Chen Zikun took out cigarettes, and he wanted to calm down.

Suddenly he had a grandson, and he was both happy and worried. He was happy that he finally had a third generation, and he was worried that this daughter-in-law was really disliked.

But then again, from the current perspective, Ma Chunhua was born into a poor peasant, served as a combat hero, and was also the secretary of the Youth League Committee. Her outstanding reserve army trained by the Party has an unlimited future. On the other hand, her son is just a disabled person and has no future in politics. If she is willing to marry Chen Bei, that is condescending.

He didn't ask his son because he could trust Ma Chunhua. Such a simple peasant cadre has not yet learned to lie. Since the innocent and bright daughter who has a bright future has taken the initiative to admit this matter, it is definitely not fake.

Chen Zikun decided to finish the inspection of the disaster area and go home to discuss solutions with Xia Xiaoqing and others.

...

There will be a major epidemic after a major disaster. The medical team sent by the province actually assumes the responsibilities of the epidemic prevention and health team. They help villagers purify drinking water, guide them to bury animal corpses, clean up garbage, and spray disinfectant. The results are very significant. In the past, plagues always broke out after floods, and thousands of people died of illness. Now that they are liberated, the new China and the old society are different.

The medical team spread epidemic prevention knowledge in Kushuijing countryside and lived in the township government compound. Yang Shugen, the township party secretary, was busy and entertained diligently. He also gave his bedroom to the medical team members. He arranged for the canteen to steam white flour and boil hot water, and brought a basin to the house in person to wash the faces and wipe the body of the team members.

He is so enthusiastic because Chen Yan is in the medical team.

In the evening, the medical team finished work, had supper, and was enjoying the cool air in the yard. Yang Shugen walked over and said to Chen Yan: "Doctor Chen, let's have a walk together and talk about work."

When he said this, his heart was pounding, for fear that Chen Yan would refuse or pull other comrades, so he would not be able to confess his love.

Chen Yan agreed immediately: "Okay."

Yang Shugen breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Chen Yan carefully. She wore a Soviet braggie dress, showing her graceful figure, her neck was white and slender, and her collarbone could be vaguely seen...

"Gudong" Yang Shugen heard the sound of his saliva swallowing. He was startled and observed others secretly, but fortunately no one noticed it.

The two strolled on the field path near the township government station. The breeze was blowing, the moon was bright, and the smell of the fields was fascinating.

Yang Shugen sighed: "What a beautiful night. I really hope to be rooted in this forever and become a member of the Kushui Well."

Chen Yan said: "Aren't you already rooted in this?"

Yang Shugen said: "The organization may have other appointments for me. After all, I am a college student who graduated from Normal College, and it is relatively more suitable for urban work."

Chen Yan said: "Yes, our country is short of high-quality talents, and college students are very scarce resources, so they should be allocated reasonably. By the way, you said you want to talk to me about work, just tell me."

Yang Shugen stumbled and said, "I lied to you, it was actually a matter of life..."

Chen Yan was very careless: "Tell me, I'll listen." She picked a wild flower on the side of the road.

Yang Shugen felt dry mouth and plucked up the courage and said, "Chen Yan, we are all childhood sweethearts. Actually... I always think that you, a comrade, is very qualitative, educated, and approachable. I think...I want..."

Chen Yan seemed to not understand, and tilted her head to look at Yang Shugen, blinking her big eyes: "What do you think."

A gust of wind blew, sending the sweet smell of fragrant panicles on Chen Yan into the nostrils of the poplar tree. He took a breath intoxicatedly and said desperately: "I want to work hand in hand with you on the new Long March of the Revolution."

Chen Yan looked at him suspiciously: "Walking hand in hand, aren't we moving forward together?"

Yang Shugen suddenly realized that his political language system was only applicable to cadres like Ma Chunhua, and it did not work for Chen Yan, who grew up in a bureaucratic and bourgeois family. It was completely a talk between a chicken and a duck, and it didn't make sense.

He made up his mind and changed his regular language and said, "Chen Yan, I like you. I want to marry you and build a new socialist China hand in hand."

This time Chen Yan understood, and she suddenly laughed, the branches of laughter trembled, and the silver bell-like laughter came far away.

Yang Shugen suddenly became angry. He knew that girls should be shy when facing courtship, rather than laughing like this. Chen Yan not only rejected herself, but also insulted herself.

Sure enough, Chen Yan said: "Yang Shugen, what are you kidding? We grew up and have the same feelings as our brothers and sisters. I treat you like my own brother. OK, just pretend I didn't hear it. Let's talk about work. If the disinfectant is used up, we have to transport it from the county, and the public toilets in the township must be sprinkled with lime powder..."

Yang Shugen was dizzy and didn't listen to what he said later. He only knew that his confession had failed. He slowly followed Chen Yan back and saw Chen Yan's slender waist and tender calves. An evil thought suddenly surged into his heart. There was no one else in the wilderness, so what could he do if the raw rice was cooked.

Just when he had evil thoughts, the flashlight came, and it was the basic militia patrol in the village.

"It's Secretary Yang." The militia greeted.

"Yes, I will accompany Dr. Chen to check the disinfection work. Thank you for your hard work. How can you get more eyes to prevent landlords and bad guys from causing damage." Yang Shugen put his hands behind his back, looking like a grassroots leader who worked tirelessly.

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