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Chapter 352 Finally meet

Ping County is rich in resources, including animals and plants, as well as abundant mining resources.

Anzhen was the birthplace of our party’s first industrial workers’ branch and the first small group of the Chinese Socialist Youth League.

This is the destination of Chang Wei and his group.

The morning was filled with layers and clusters of fog that spread from the Danjiang River.

Chang Wei leaned against the window and was easily reminded of the cotton at home. The soft and spread out appearance was very much like the mist in front of him.

The cotton wool on the bed, the fog on the city.

what!

I'm actually starting to miss home?

It seems that the continuous bumpy journey can easily make people miss the warmth and comfort of home.

When the sun was setting and the fog had dissipated, the four members of the Dragon Team rode their bicycles, accompanied by staff from the county party committee office, and headed towards the village below Anzhen.

The car was borrowed from the county government.

Cars are not rare in Beijing and other big cities, but in county towns, especially slightly remote county towns, when a car passes by, there will often be many children running behind to see the novelty.

Chang Wei didn't want to show off, so he borrowed a few bicycles.

It’s only about 10 to 20 miles away anyway.

At the Zhangwan Brigade Headquarters, the brigade secretary warmly welcomed them.

After the staff of the county party committee office introduced Chang Wei and other three people, they said hello with a smile and left. Chang Wei winked, and Zhang Long and Zhao Hu followed them out. They stood guard outside the office door, one on the left and one on the right, like two door gods.

When the brigade secretary saw this situation, he was so frightened that he dared not speak.

Chang Wei took out his work ID and handed it over, "Secretary Qian, this conversation must be kept confidential. Do you understand?"

The brigade secretary nervously took the work permit and glanced at the three words "Investigation Department" on it. He quickly handed it back and nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: "Understood, understood."

Chang Wei did not mean to scare him, nor did he do so because of their personal relationship with Fan Tuaner.

With Mr. Fan's level, he would have to be cautious even without Fan Tuaner.

He is a senior cadre in the army who is equivalent to a provincial or ministerial level cadre, and he is a powerful cadre.

"Is there a man named Zheng Sancai in your team?"

"Yes, Zheng Sancai followed his wife to live with his uncle. Does he have any problems?" the brigade secretary asked cautiously.

Chang Wei shook his head. "I can't tell you the details, and you have to keep it confidential. But I can tell you that we are not here to catch spies."

The brigade secretary felt relieved and continued, "He came here in 44. Not long after he arrived, the Japanese surrendered, so he stayed. Later, during the land reform and population check, they settled here."

Chang Wei nodded, calmed down Fan Tuan'er's anxious movements, and asked patiently: "He has three children?"

"Yes, but I heard that the second child was picked up on the road when they were fleeing. The couple was kind-hearted and raised the second child as their own son. They started arranging a wife for the second child before their eldest daughter got married."

“Have all his children ever been to school?”

"The eldest daughter is in primary school, the second daughter has just graduated from junior high school, and the third daughter is in primary school."

The brigade secretary was wondering why these people always asked about Zheng Sancai's children?

He thought about it carefully for a while, and suddenly an idea came to him.

Could it be that the second son of the Zheng family’s family is here to look for him?

This matter could not be concealed, at least not from the brigade secretary, and he still needed to negotiate and communicate on many matters.

"The second son of the Zheng family is called Zheng Li, right?"

"Correct."

“What is he doing now after graduation?”

"It seems that he works as a clerk and financial officer in their production team. Usually, he is mainly responsible for recording work points. After all, he is an educated youth and a cultured person." The brigade secretary secretly glanced at Fan Tuaner, whose eyes were full of tears, and spoke more carefully and respectfully.

"Is his home far from here? Can someone find an excuse to take us there?"

"No problem, they are close. Um... I will take a few leaders with me. They will say they are here to conduct research."

"Research? Is that appropriate?"

"It's appropriate. I came here once in the first half of the year and visited several households to ask about the commune and the big pot meals."

Chang Wei no longer objected, patted Fan Tuaner on the shoulder, and followed Secretary Qian out of the brigade headquarters.

Fan Tuaner took a few deep breaths in the room, calmed himself down, and slowly followed Chang Wei.

The Zheng family was an outsider family, but they were lucky enough to settle down before the land reform, and were given land and a house.

In the small courtyard of three bungalows, Chang Wei met Zheng Sancai and his two sons, Zheng Li and Zheng Meng.

The boy, about sixteen or seventeen years old, was a little thin, but taller than other children in the village, and looked somewhat similar to Chang Wei.

He has delicate features, and although he is dressed like a country boy, if you look closely at his facial features, you can still see that he bears some resemblance to Fan Tuaner.

Zheng Sancai is a simple and honest farmer. Facing Chang Wei's questions, he could not say anything coherent. But Zheng Li, who is well-educated, spoke in an organized manner.

"Our production team's yield per mu this year... is 3,000 kilograms per mu, which is a bumper harvest."

"But this year there has been less rain since the beginning of autumn, so it is drier than in previous years."

"Food? There is enough food, but it's winter now, so the canteen is also saving food to prepare for the big work next year."

"This year, each work point in our production team can be exchanged for 3 taels and 4 qian of rice. A strong laborer can earn about 500 work points, and a woman can earn more than 300 work points. With the big pot of rice, we can have enough to eat."

Of course Chang Wei knew that he was talking nonsense, but he did not blame him.

If not this, how can we say it?

Fan Tuaner sat quietly in the corner, lowering her head and blinking from time to time, not daring to let the tears fall.

Finally she met him, and from the first sight, she knew that he was her younger brother.

Thinking of her father and Chang Wei's repeated instructions, she suppressed all the turmoil in her heart and maintained her usual cold image.

No hurry, no hurry.

Because he used the excuse of coming for research, Chang Wei couldn't stay in the Zheng family for long.

Anyway, we are just meeting today to confirm the people. We will make decisions on subsequent matters after Fan Tuaner goes back and contacts the elders at home.

After leaving Zheng's house, Chang Wei accompanied Fan Tuaner towards the brigade headquarters without saying a word along the way.

There are undulating mountains not far away, and no green can be seen in the terraced fields. Straw is neatly piled into stacks, and children are climbing up and down, playing excitedly.

In front of the farmyard, old people were sitting on stools chatting in the sun, the women were sewing shoe soles, and the men were weaving baskets.

It seems that no one can rest.

There were also some idle guys, who were crowding in front of the brigade office, chatting around their bicycles.

"Can you ride?"

"No, it only has two wheels, so it's not stable to ride. Why don't you try it?"

"I don't dare. I'm afraid it will break. This thing is not cheap."

"It won't break, will it?"

"Who knows? I can't afford to pay for it if it's broken."

A man in his forties happened to pass by and laughed out loud when he heard this.

"Old Song, what are you laughing at?"

"No, it's nothing."

"I see you're laughing, are you making fun of me?" The idler who spoke felt looked down upon and said unconvincedly, "If you have the ability, go and ride it for me to see, don't just laugh at others."

The man surnamed Song could not bear the provocation. Seeing that the bicycle was not locked, he said, "Just ride it. I'll show you, a country bumpkin."

After saying that, he really mustered up the courage to step forward, pushed the handlebars to open the stand, slid a few steps on the pedals, then sat on it with a cool swing of his legs and started riding.

It was a little shaky at the beginning, but it became more and more stable after riding for only a few dozen meters.

"Old Song, it's OK."

"Old Song can actually ride a bike?"

"He's been in the city before, so he should have ridden it before."

"Look at him showing off."

Chang Wei stopped when he heard the discussions, and looked curiously at the man riding a bicycle in circles on the rice field. He narrowed his eyes and waved to Zhang Long and Zhao Hu who were watching the fun.

"Go to Zheng's house, call Zheng Li, and take him with you to capture this man."

"Is there something wrong with this guy?"

"Have you heard of Hongmei Zan?"

"......without."

Chang Wei was puzzled. Not yet?

He did not explain, but gave the order: "This is an executioner. You have accompanied us through all the hard work, and I will give you a great credit."