Today is a sunny day, without wind. If you close your eyes and face the sun, you will have the illusion of spring. On the bare beach, female soldier Guan Lu and young Zheng Jief stood together, facing the frozen Huai River and the bleak fields on the other side.

"What are your ideals?" Guan Lu raised her mind.

"I..." The young man Zheng Jief didn't know where to start. Of course he had a great ideal, that is, to become a successor of communism and plant the red flag all over the world, but this ideal has been shattered by reality and there is no possibility of realization.

A year ago, he was still the pride of heaven, a red descendant, and the son of Minister Lin Mu of the People's Republic of China. Now, he is the traitor, labor, thief, counter-revolutionary capitalist roaders, a poor homeless and wandering in a foreign land, a second-class citizen with a lower political status. Of course communism will be realized, and the red flag will certainly fill the world, but those great achievements will not have anything to do with him.

He also had practical ideals, such as being a scientist, but the country has stopped the entrance examinations of colleges and universities, and if he doesn't go to college, how can he become a scientist? He also thought of joining the army, defending the country with guns, and defeating the Soviet revisionists and the United States, but with his elements, he could not pass the political review at all. He also thought of being a glorious working class, but by the same token, his family background was doomed to him not be able to enter the factory to work.

There is only one way before Zheng Jief, which is cruel and realistic, that is, to be sent to the countryside to receive re-education from poor and lower-middle peasants. Many of his seniors have been sent to the countryside of Nantai nearby, some have gone to Shihezi, Xinjiang, and some have gone to Yunnan and Guizhou.

Zheng Jief is currently living in a relative's house in Beitai, but his household registration and grain relationship are not local. If he doesn't have his name on the grain book, he can't buy enough food. It is definitely unrealistic to live there forever. After the Spring Festival, he has to go back to Ori River. What is waiting for him is probably deportation.

The boy stepped on the trash with his feet and said sadly: "I don't have an ideal."

"What is the difference between people without ideals and fish in the river?" said the female soldier. She narrowed her eyes, took off her brimming hat, revealing her black and smooth hair. Zheng Jief smelled a very nice smell. He had smelled this smell on Meng Xiaolin. It was a smell of fragrant panicles mixed with the hormones of young women, but Guan Lu's smell was even more unique. Zheng Jief, a child of a high-ranking official, had never smelled a similar fragrance.

Of course, the boy had never seen shampoo and baking oil technology in the 21st century. He just felt that this PLA aunt was very special, fashionable, and even more fashionable and beautiful than Meng Xiaolin. She must be a staff member around the head who was bigger than her father. I heard that senior cadres went to special-purpose stores when buying things. According to different levels, the goods supplied were different. The central chief could also watch movies in the United States and Hong Kong. Of course, he watched critically, and learned about the corrupt lifestyle of capitalism through poisonous weeds. I don’t know how many movies this aunt has watched.

As for this famous quote "A person without ideals is not as good as a fish", Zheng Jief was completely unconscious. He entered his left ear and came out of his right ear.

Guan Lu didn't expect that Zheng Jief would think so much at such a young age. She found that her famous quotes did not work at all, so she immediately changed to a plain language for education: "Zheng Jief, let me tell you the truth. Your father was knocked down, and he almost determined himself to the people and was saved by us. What do you plan to do next?"

"I obey the national arrangements, and at most I can go to the countryside to repair the earth." The fourteen-year-old boy said old-fashioned, but the unwillingness in his words was exactly what Guan Lu wanted.

"Do you think our country is normal?" Guan Lu's words made Zheng Jief sweat coldly. This was too reactionary. He thought for a while and replied: "The situation is now very good, not a small one, but a big one. Our friends are all over the world, the US emperor and Soviet revisionists are at a loss, and communism will definitely win the final victory."

Guan Lu thought that Zheng Jief could say these words against his will at such a young age. It seems that politicians have been showing off since childhood. She coughed dryly and said, "I think it's not normal, and the Prime Minister also thinks it's not normal."

"Prime Minister..." Zheng Jief was stunned. He guessed right, and the aunt was actually someone around the Prime Minister!

"Yes, the Prime Minister is very sad about the current situation." Guan Lu continued, "The country is in chaos, and all units are busy rebelling, students are not going to school, police are not catching bad people, railways are not running, factories are not producing, if this continues, China will be over."

Zheng Jief was speechless. He didn't know why the PLA aunt would tell him this.

"China's hope lies with young people." Guan Lu said, "Bad people will not always be the leader. You must be prepared to learn mathematics, physics and chemistry well, and learn foreign language well. When the motherland needs you, you will not be at a loss."

"How long will you have to wait?" A spark of hope lit up in the boy's heart.

"At most ten years." Guan Lu said confidently, "Believe me, at most ten years, the country will be back on track. At that time, you are in your prime and take the lead. Perhaps in another thirty or forty years, you will also take the leadership position like your father, and even have greater responsibilities than your father. Comrade, time is endless!"

The fire in Zheng Jiefu's heart was ignited. He was a little excited and eager to try, wanting to show it in front of his aunt: "Actually, I haven't missed my homework, I'm still tutoring Russian."

Guan Lu curled her lips and said, "Forget Russian, it's not very useful. If you want to learn English, you should learn authentic London accent, that's a good thing. If you join the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and become an ambassador in the future, it would be embarrassing."

Zheng Jief has feelings for Russian, not because he likes the language of the Soviet scholars, but because Meng Xiaolin can speak fluent Russian. He defended: "Russia is equally important for the U.S. and the Soviet Union."

Guan Lu said: "English is the common language in the world. Whether it is America, Europe, Asia, Africa, you can speak English without any obstacles. If you can speak Russian, you can try it. It would be strange if you don't treat you as the KGB."

"Then how good is your English level?" The boy said unconvincedly.

"I'll recite Lincoln's speech at Gettysburg for you." Guan Lu saw him take the bait, and was proud and eloquent, reciting the article in a standard American pronunciation.

Zheng Jief was stunned when he heard this and said for a while: "You...you must be from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs."

Guan Lu said: "I am just an ordinary staff member."

At the same time, in the Volga car, the Party Patriotic Republic of China was also fooling Director Zhang of the street office with the name of the Prime Minister.

"Director Zhang, listen carefully." Dang Paiguo said solemnly, "The person I just brought was former Secretary of the Jiangdong Provincial Party Committee and current Minister of the State Linmu Comrade Zheng Zeru."

Director Zhang was struck by lightning and could not speak.

"Calm your mood." The Party's patriotic road, "because my words below are very important."

Director Zhang nodded violently.

"Comrade Zheng Zeru was defeated, he was wronged. The Prime Minister sent us to send him secretly to Jiangbei, hoping to protect him, just like the masses in the white area protected the underground party back then, Director Zhang, can you do it?"

"I can!" Director Zhang's heart was ups and downs, "Before liberation, I was a progressive young man, leading the way to the People's Liberation Army."

"This is the Prime Minister's instructions." Party Patriotic handed the note raised by the State Council to Director Zhang, which read "I hope to follow the orders conveyed by the person who came" and signed it was Zhou Enlai.

Director Zhang knew Premier Zhou's handwriting, and people across the country knew the Prime Minister's handwriting. The poem "A strange and unfair injustice in Jiangnan" is the signature of the Prime Minister.

"I will do it!" Director Zhang felt that his blood was about to boil. She was just the grassroots cadre in this country, but she received the Prime Minister's instructions. This glory and pride allowed her to be supremely satisfied.

"It must be kept confidential, and it depends on your own efforts." Dang Maiguo said, "There are also difficulties in organization, please understand."

Director Zhang said: "I understand! There are treacherous ministers around the Chairman."

The Party nodded patrioticly, and a smart person could understand it at a glance, which saved him a lot of verbal talk.

"I have a solution," Director Zhang continued, "Change Secretary Zheng's name and register for household registration. Our office has the ability. A widowed and widowed man died on Hongwei Road the day before yesterday. He was over 60 years old and happened to use his household registration. Anyway, the police station was paralyzed, no one cared about it, no one asked, I had the final say."

Dang Paiguodao: "Director Zhang, I thank you on behalf of the organization!"

"It should be." Director Zhang felt a lot of honor at this moment, and his eyes were full of light.

...

In the Wang family's bungalow, the husband and wife sat opposite each other speechlessly.

"Thank you for the hard work over the years." Zheng Zeru sighed and said, "I did not fulfill my responsibilities."

Hongyu's grievances over the past eighteen years have gone completely empty at this moment. She didn't cry, she closed her hair on her temples and said generously: "You are busy, I understand. Besides, you have sent a lot of money. My mother and I live a good life. Beitai, go to the small shop to make two taels of wine and buy some braised vegetables. Your father likes to drink."

"Go abstain." Zheng Zeru hurriedly said. Seeing Hongyu pulling out a stack of small bills from the sewing box, he felt sad and hurriedly took out ten yuan from his coat pocket. "I have money, Beitai, buy your mother an old hen to stew to nourish her body, and see if she is thin."

...

In the benchmark time and space, a steamboat drove under the cliff. Zhen Yue and Yu Hanchao changed into a full set of mountaineering equipment, wearing seat belts, ropes, rock nails, mountaineering picks, and sniper rifles on their backs. The comrades were alert to the body with guns.

"I'll go first." Yu Hanchao said.

"I am a professional rock climber. I'll get on first, you can get on." Zhen Yue took the initiative and pushed Yu Hanchao aside.

Yu Hanchao didn't compete with her. Zhen Yue's rock climbing skills were indeed very strong. She climbed up the stone wall like a gecko, without even a pickaxe. She climbed up for more than ten meters and a rope hung down.

Yu Hanchao wiped his hands with magnesium powder, grabbed the rope and climbed upwards, and Zhen Yue held a 79-slight warning on his hand.

The two covered each other and took two hours to climb up the cliff.

The fire on Cuiwei Mountain was fierce and the flames were roasting people. Zhen Yue picked up the telescope to search for the target, found a green building, pointed to that direction and said, "You have to go around. It will take an hour to run a dead horse across the mountain."
Chapter completed!