Yang Jingjing continued: "Do you know what I heard? ”

Zhou Xiaozhi stood up the book, then secretly glanced at the teacher on the podium, and then turned his head and asked curiously, "What did you hear?" ”

"I heard that the mayor and many other leaders came up to inspect the work, focusing on meeting some model worker families, and they even took photos with the mayor."

Zhou Xiaozhi didn't know why Jingjing said this for no reason, but that didn't stop her yearning for Yang Jingjing's words: "Wow, that's great, if only I were a model worker, I could meet the mayor." ”

Yang Jingjing: "Yes, the mayor is paying attention to model workers, I heard that there was a family of model workers who were bullied by relatives in the countryside, and then all those people were locked up in the iron window, and they were criticized in the street?" Everyone spat on them and threw stones. ”

She said that this matter is true, it is Wu Weidong and their family, and now that the group of evil relatives in their family has heard that they have not been put back, they have to be locked up for a few more months of education and education before they can be put back, and their origins are no longer poor peasants, but rich people, and the gap during this period is huge.

Zhou Xiaozhi liked this kind of gossip, and then hurriedly asked, "Who is it?" Whose house is it? ”

Yang Jingjing glanced at Zhou Xiaozhi who was off topic helplessly, then shook her head and said: "The city is so big, how do I know whose house it is, but this is not the point, the point is that I heard one more thing, do you want to know?" ”

"I want to know!" Zhou Xiaozhi nodded twice.

Yang Jingjing looked around, I didn't mean to talk about any state secrets, seeing that no one was coming, she lowered her body, approached Zhou Xiaozhi, and whispered with her mouth covered.

"I heard that Lin Xiaocao and her father used to be a model worker, isn't this all tired to death at work? It should be a model worker among model workers, you say, will the mayor come to see Lin Xiaocao? If you see Lin Xiaocao being kicked out of the Third Production Brigade, will you blame the people of the Third Production Brigade? When the time comes, I will shut you up behind bars. ”

"Huh?" Zhou Xiaozhi's eyes widened, her face couldn't be believed, and there was still a little fear and fear in her eyes, and then she said, "No... No way? ”

Yang Jingjing flattened her mouth and scared her: "That's not necessarily, but don't be afraid, I just heard about it, and I don't guarantee that it's true, but I'm afraid that there will be a case, if you hear a little wind, you, your mother and your sister will run away, you know?" If you are caught behind bars, you will be criticized! ”

Yang Jingjing didn't deliberately scare her, but in a tone of consideration for them, but Zhou Xiaozhi was not comforted at all, she was a little frightened by Jingjing, and the whole person was stunned.

To be criticized? Like those in their Red Sun Commune, they have to pick up dung, pick up garbage, and sleep in a cowshed, how miserable!

Yang Jingjing looked at Zhou Xiaozhi's expression and felt that it was almost over, and then said to her: "I'm not sure about this, don't tell others that I said it." ”

Seeing that Zhou Xiaozhi didn't react, Yang Jingjing pushed her, and then asked, "Did you hear that?" ”

"Huh? Yes! Good, good. Zhou Xiaozhi nodded dumbfounded, Jingjing said don't tell others what she said, can she tell others about it, as long as she doesn't say what Jingjing said?

For such an important matter, she must let everyone in the village know, otherwise she will be criticized at that time, only their family will run, and her uncle and uncle will have to run.

Zhou Xiaozhi said a little absent-mindedly: "Jingjing, don't worry, I won't say what you said." ”

Zhou Xiaozhi didn't have the heart to gossip, and the whole person was in a daze at the book, thinking that he would have to tell his family when the time came, so he missed the successful smile on the corner of Yang Jingjing's mouth.

When school was out in the afternoon, Zhou Xiaozhi simply ran away with her schoolbag, and she also said that she was going to Wang Chunhua's house to eat after school today.

She really has no mouth, yesterday she said that she would make bacon stewed rice for her, it seems that Zhou Xiaozhi can't eat it.

Yang Jingjing and Yang Jianzheng went to the office, asked for leave two days later, and then came to pick up the lunch box at Fengzhang by the way.

In fact, Yang Jingjing has always been very curious, Fengzhang eats white flour and meat every day at night, isn't there still some high-end goods, such as chocolate, milk candy, etc., where did these come from? We don't have to sell it here, could it be that someone in the family sent it to her?

There is a possibility, but it's none of her business, she's the one who takes the money to do things.

"Teacher Feng, the time is almost up, your bicycle can be prepared, and I will ride it back directly when the time comes."

"Isn't it just a bike? Just put your heart back in your stomach and get things done. ”

Since he said so, and Feng Zhang has always been generous, Yang Jingjing is not worried at all.

She didn't go home first, but went to the Red Sun Commune to send a letter to the fortune teller, something she had promised yesterday.

Spent a dime to buy a stamp, Yang Jingjing took out her stationery glue, and then put the stamp firmly on the envelope, and then put it in the mailbox.

Every few days, the messengers in the city would come down to deliver the letters, and then take the letters from the mailbox and send them out.

The sender on the envelope, Yang Jingjing, wrote a name that was made up and beaten, and the name of the fortune teller could not be sent, and it was easy to get into trouble if she wrote her name, what if those people opened the envelope and saw what to do? In case the fortune teller wrote something unavoidable, isn't she miserable?

So it's better to scribble a name, as long as the recipient's address and name are correct, the fortune teller said, as long as they see his handwriting, they know that he wrote it.

However, he didn't tell Yang Jingjing who his letter was addressed to, but he guessed that it must have been written to his family, otherwise how could he write such a thick one? Yang Jingjing suspected that he had finished writing the notebook she gave him.

After sending the letter, Yang Jingjing and Yang Jianzheng said that she would not go back to eat today, and would go to her dry milk house to eat.

She saw that she made her bacon stewed rice, is it stupid for her not to eat it?

As soon as she walked to the door of her dry milk's house, there was a dense circle of people outside, all of whom were still hugging their chests and necks and padding their feet to look inside, looking at the lively melon-eating crowd posture.

“？？？”

Today is her fourth black question mark face, and what's going on here? What happened to her dry milk?

Yang Jingjing opened the crowd and was about to get in to see what was going on, but before she could get in, the crowd suddenly dispersed to the middle.

Then she saw her dry milk pulling a person's hair, and she was very strong and took the person out, and then slammed her to the ground.