In view of the grievances suffered by Zhou Xiaoan, Chairman Jiang confidently asked her for another week's vacation, and it was paid.

"Use these few days to pick and choose for you, and if you are promoted to a regular worker, you won't go to the coal preparation group to move stones!"

Sister Lao didn't treat Zhou Xiaoan as an outsider at all, and like her own children, she threw away all the hard-working and hard-working for the revolutionary cause, and was bent on finding her an easier position.

Zhou Xiaoan continued to stay in the trade union while studying and helping people write letters, anyway, he practiced calligraphy, worked hard every day, and even the middle finger that kept holding the pen made the pen a small hole that could not be returned.

I used to hear people say that the ancients practiced calligraphy, and there would be a pen calloon on her hand, she also thought it was an exaggeration of the literati, but now she has it, Zhou Xiaoan felt very honorable, and ran around at night to take a photo of her finger with her mobile phone!

Zhou Xiaoan once again expressed regret, not having a circle of friends really delays the spread of positive energy, otherwise she would definitely be popular all over the world if she worked so hard!

I want to write to my uncle again......

I honestly stayed in the mine for a few days, everything was calm, and the last turmoil was completely over.

Sister Lao secretly told her that the procedures for her regularization had been completed, and the finance department had already put her salary list in the column of regular workers, so Zhou Xiaoan could be relieved.

During this period, Deputy Mine Director Jiang also made a special trip to talk to her, he was in charge of personnel, and Zhou Xiaoan, who was a new employee and talked about it, felt that it was quite normal, although she was not worthy of the deputy mine manager to go out in person, but her situation was special!

However, Deputy Mine Director Jiang didn't talk to her about her work, and asked a bunch of questions about the current situation, hobbies, and study progress, and asked her to write a few words to show him, and even told her several battle stories.

Finally, I asked her if she could make pickles!

Zhou Xiaoan took a box of fruit candy that Deputy Mine Manager Jiang forced into her and went back in confusion, and ate one, but it was still filled! This has to be a special supply for high-level cadres, right? You can't buy it on the market!

Today she is going to the steel mill to find her grandfather, the dust on the mine has settled, and the matter of changing positions has been handled by Sister Lao and Chairman Jiang, so she will not follow the mix.

She wasn't going to stay here for long anyway, so it didn't matter where she went.

Moreover, Sister Lao said so, she will definitely not let her suffer! Zhou Xiaoan is very confident in her.

After taking a small bus for more than an hour to the family area of the steel mill, this time Zhou Xiaoan went straight to the police station, she didn't have time to come over last time, no matter how big or small she hoped for, she had to seize every opportunity to try.

I was still holding the noodle bag with my grandfather's name written on it, and there were more than three catties of cornmeal in it.

She is not afraid that the bag that was robbed last time suddenly popped up, and when the time comes, she will say that the one she picked up is lost, and she has easily made up the cornmeal these days before coming over, who can say anything about her?

The police at the police station received Zhou Xiaoan very warmly, and the female police officer from the household registration department made a serious inquiry and shook her head regretfully at Zhou Xiaoan.

Although he had been mentally prepared, Zhou Xiaoan couldn't help but be disappointed.

Maybe she really can't find her grandfather anymore......

This time and space may really not be the time and space where grandpa lived. These days, she has read all the newspapers she can find at the union and found some very shocking news.

For example, the ten marshals of the founding of the People's Republic of China, which she is familiar with, has an unfamiliar face in it, and she has never heard of or seen a photo.

There are also events of greater or lesser proportions, both in terms of timing and results.

But the strange thing is that even though some historical events are different from the history she is familiar with, those key time turning points have not changed.

For example, the First Sino-Japanese Naval Battle was a great victory for the Chinese army here, but the Treaty of Shimonoseki was still signed, and the Qing Dynasty still perished at that time.

For example, the big steel smelting and the big pot of rice in the People's Commune started half a year later than Zhou Xiao'an remembered, but they still started vigorously.

It seems that there is a force trying to change the original course of history, but it is always reversed by a more powerful force and let it develop in the original direction.

No matter what the history and future hold, this is the world she needs to live in authentically. Zhou Xiaoan was in a low mood wandering in the family area of the steel mill, knowing that it might be in vain, but he didn't want to give up looking for it.

walked to an alley, and suddenly a boy rushed out of a yard, and knocked Zhou Xiaoan to the ground regardless of it.

It was the early spring of thawing, and the ground was muddy, so Zhou Xiaoan immediately sat on a butt of mud, and his two hands were also inserted into the mud puddle.

The boy didn't realize that he had hit someone, ran two steps, squatted next to the wall, and grabbed his hair one by one and cried loudly.

The voice was not crying, but like a wolf howling, so sad and angry that it was out of tune, and I felt my heart tighten when I listened to it.

Zhou Xiaoan got up from the mud pit, looked at his muddy hands and dirty pants, and then looked at the boy who was crying miserably, he was embarrassed to leave him if he wanted to leave.

The boy looked like he was eleven or twelve years old, thin, with so yellow hair, and crying so pitifully, it seemed a little bad to leave him behind......

The boy didn't pay attention to anything, and was already beating his head with his fist while howling.

Zhou Xiaoan looked at the mud on her hands, even if there was no mud, she also refused to have physical contact with people, she wanted to stop him and didn't want to pull him, so she was so anxious that she took two steps back and forth, "That, don't cry......"

It's just nonsense, people are so sad, she said don't cry anymore? Zhou Xiao'an closed his mouth in recognition and stood aside to watch the boy go crazy like a beast that kept tearing his fur.

There was really no way, Zhou Xiaoan took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands, and took out a few pieces of sugar from the shoulder bag that Deputy Mine Director Jiang gave her, "Don't cry, give you candy." ”

The boy didn't hear her at all, and continued to beat his head and howl to himself.

Zhou Xiaoan picked up the candy wrapper, handed it to the boy, and almost poked him in the nose, "Give you candy." ”

The boy suddenly stopped crying, stared at the candy cube for a few seconds, and then grabbed it and ran to the nearby yard.

Running too fast, he tripped over the threshold heel, and poked his hand on a broken bamboo basket next to him, Zhou Xiaoan watched a piece of bamboo stick poke into his palm, but he didn't know that it hurt, he got up and ran in like crazy, shouting while running, "Mom!" Mother! Give your sister candy! My sister is saved! ”

Zhou Xiaoan's footsteps paused, and he ran in without hesitation following the boy.

It's a completely knee-jerk reaction, and it's not in the brain at all.

This courtyard is also a large miscellaneous courtyard, only once entered, the house where the boy ran into was not far from the door, and Zhou Xiaoan didn't care about being polite or impolite, and followed the boy's back and broke into the house.

There were several adults in the room, the women were crying, and a man was crouching in the corner, clutching his head.

The boy was already on his knees, his bloody hands on a little girl's head, trying in vain to feed the piece of fruit candy into her mouth.

The little girl looked like she was four or five years old, skinny, but her belly was amazingly big, bulging like a big watermelon, and her face was already gray.

If it weren't for the boy's repeated emphasis that "my sister eats candy and eats sugar sickness", Zhou Xiaoan would definitely think that the child had lost his breath. (To be continued.) )