Moving away from Fenglin Road meant that they had no relationship with the power center of Jiangdong Province at all, and the seven members of the Chen family moved to the courtyard at No. 17 Hubu Street, where the house area was much smaller, and there were no more gardens, lawns, swimming pools, guards, cooks, drivers, health nurses, and no longer enjoyed any privileges.

After the youngest daughter Chen Jiao graduated from Peking University, she was arranged by Chen Zikun to work as an editor in Jiangdong People's Publishing House, and many years have passed, she has also changed from a young girl to a twenty-eight-year-old girl, like her sister Chen Yan, high or low, personal problems are difficult to solve, but both sisters have an advantage, not old, forty-year-old Chen Yan looks like a twenty-seven or eight-year-old girl, and Chen Jiao is sometimes mistaken for a high school student when walking on the street.

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Time slowly flowed eastward, the international situation changed, the former acting president of the Republic of China, Li Zongren, the leader of the Gui family, returned to China, Sino-Soviet relations were like fire and water, the United States bombed northern Vietnam, the Seventh Fleet Chen soldiers in the Taiwan Strait, the young People's Republic of China tested the atomic bomb, and established diplomatic relations with Charles de Gaulle's France...... Ordinary people get this news from the radio and newspapers.

In February 1966, when the spring was cold, in the courtyard of No. 17 Hubu Street, ice skates hung under the eaves, and deafening revolutionary songs sounded on the street.

"Comrade XX held a symposium on the literary and artistic work of the army in Shanghai...... Comrade XX said that the literary and artistic circles have been monopolized by an anti-party and anti-socialist black line...... Comrade XX called for a resolute socialist revolution on the cultural front......"

Today's Huaijiang Daily published an inconspicuous news that XXX, alternate secretary of the Secretariat of the CPC Central Committee and director of the General Office of the CPC Central Committee, was dismissed, and XXX, vice premier of the State Council, and XXX, chief of the general staff of the People's Liberation Army, were arrested for conspiring to usurp the army and oppose the party.

Chen Zikun sighed, closed the newspaper, he has been in the political arena for many years, but he is becoming more and more unable to understand what is happening, he knows that he has been criticizing "Hai Jui's Dismissal" since the end of last year, the meaning of the drunkard is that the Beijing Municipal Party Committee, the struggle within the party is becoming more and more intense, is it possible to repeat the fire of the Qinggong Building during the Hongwu period?

When the sky cleared, the ice skates dripping water downward, forming a row of small pits, dozens of Chinese cabbages stacked under the windowsill, which were the vegetables of the Chen family for the winter, and under the eaves of the West House was a pile of coal, which was all relied on for heating in winter.

Chen Zikun got off the kang, picked up a shovel to shovel coal to make briquettes, after a while felt hot, took off his cotton jacket and threw off his arms to do it in full swing, the youngest daughter Chen Jiao came back from work, hurriedly put down things and did it together, mixed the yellow mud and coal together to make briquettes, put them in the sun to dry, and the yard was full of briquettes after a short time.

A bicycle bell rang, Chen Jiao put down the small shovel, and said with hot air in her hand: "The eldest sister is back." ”

Chen Yan pushed the bicycle into the yard, holding a letter in her hand: "Mom has a letter!" ”

It was Yao Yilei sent a letter from Hong Kong, Chen Zikun hurriedly took it and read it carefully, the year before last, his father-in-law Yao Qizhen died of illness, and his mother-in-law was nearly ninety years old, and her body was not as good as a day, and she missed her granddaughter very much, Yao Yilei asked Chen Zikun to think of a way to send Chen Yan to Hong Kong as soon as possible, if you can, it is best to send Chen Jiao too.

"What did Mom say in the letter?" Chen Yan probed over to take a look.

"I'll let you go to Hong Kong." Chan handed over the letter paper and admired the stamp design while holding the envelope, when he suddenly noticed that something was wrong with the end of the envelope.

Needless to say, this is a routine inspection by the relevant departments, and it is not a good thing to have overseas relations these days.

The next day, Chen Yan asked the hospital to open a letter of introduction, and came to the public security bureau to ask for a passport to go abroad for private purposes, but there was no way to find the handling authority, the comrades in the office heard that Chen Yan was going abroad, as if they heard a big joke, when Chen Yan showed the letter from Hong Kong, the comrades of the police exchanged glances with each other, and then looked at Chen Yan's eyes became cold and serious.

"This situation is not impossible, but it is more special, generally speaking, it is difficult to do, and it needs special approval from the leadership, so you leave the information, and we will consider it after consulting the relevant documents."

Chen Yan had no choice but to leave the information and go back, but there was no news about the application like a mud cow entering the sea.

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In May, the Central Committee established the Central Cultural Revolution Group, with XXX as the leader, XX as the advisor, and XX, XXX as the deputy leader.

Under the leadership of the Central Cultural Revolution Group, college and middle school students across the country were mobilized to create a revisionist rebellion, countless Red Guard organizations sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, and an unprecedented Cultural Revolution was in full swing.

No. 28, Fenglin Road, which was originally the home of Gong Zijun, director of the Department of Finance, was later assigned to the Standing Committee of the Provincial Party Committee, Secretary of the Provincial Political and Legal Committee and Director of the Public Security Department Xu Tingge, Director Xu has a lot of opportunities, usually does not go home, but came back by chance today, but found that the living room at home was messy, newspaper ink and brushes were flying all over the sky, and more than a dozen and a half children were writing big-character posters under the leadership of their son Xu Xinhe.

"Dad, you're back, let me introduce you, this is our school's East Wind Blowing Combat Team's comrades-in-arms." Xu Xinhe said proudly that the students were all wearing yellow-green military uniforms, wearing artificial leather belts, red armbands on their arms, and three yellow characters of "Red Guard" written on them.

"Nonsense!" Xu Tingge sank his face, he was not angry that his son was engaged in politics, but he felt that he should not bring his classmates home.

"We are responding to the call of the central authorities to create a revisionist opposition." Xu Xin's face flushed with anger, and he argued loudly.

"Yes, Uncle Xu, you are lagging behind." A teenager echoed and said, Xu Tingge knew that this was Ma Jingsheng, the son of the Governor of Ma's family, and his son's classmates were basically ** children, red five categories.

"Let's go, don't mess around the house and get the carpet dirty." Xu Tingge gave an eviction order, so he didn't put these dolls in his eyes, none of them had any hanging hair, so he learned from adults to engage in sports and criticize teachers, which was really funny.

The Red Guards of the East Wind Blowing Combat Team were very ambitious, and under the leadership of Xu Xinhe, they rolled up the big-character poster and left, and Xu Tingge shouted in the back: "Xinhe, don't forget to go home at night, don't fool around outside." ”

Xu Xinhe said: "Dad, I am now a Red Guard soldier, you can't interfere with my freedom, I live in the headquarters with my comrades at night, don't worry about it, and I changed my name, now I am not called Xu Xinhe, I am called Xu Hongbing." ”

After saying that, a group of students went straight to the school, they are the students of the first middle school in the provincial capital, the eldest Xu Hongbing is eighteen years old, is the commander of the East Wind Blowing Combat Team, and the other team members are of different ages, there are big brothers and sisters in high school, and there are also dolls in junior high school, but all of them are the children of senior cadres of the provincial party committee and provincial government and provincial military district, because of their good background, it is easy to get military hats and uniforms and armed belts, so the military appearance of the East Wind Blowing Combat Team is the most rigorous in the city's Red Guard organization.

When they arrived at the school, they immediately rushed into the teacher's office, dragged out several old teachers in their fifties, forcibly put them in white paper hats, painted ink on their faces, and waved red books to drive these shivering old men into the street and parade them through the streets.

On the central street of the provincial capital, there are parades, almost all of them are college and middle school students, young faces are full of passion, and the world is full of green and red oceans, green is military uniforms, red is flags and treasure books.

In the loudspeaker, revolutionary songs are high-spirited, and on the top of the department store, a huge portrait of Chairman Mao and red slogans and revolutionary slogans are erected.

The old Chen Zikun pushed his bicycle and walked on the sidewalk, watching this scene expressionlessly.