Before leaving, Old Lady Li was afraid that the scoundrel Zhang Defu would take advantage of her home being alone and bully Guihua, so she called Mingxi and the other two to her side and repeatedly warned them, "You are not allowed to go out together these days. If you need to go out, you must take turns. Two people must be at home. Do you hear me?"
Mingxi said quickly: "Don't worry, grandma, I promise not to go out. If Zhang Defu dares to come, even if he comes alone, even if there are ten of them, they will not be my opponent.
Looking at the hard and solid muscles on her second grandson's chest and arms, Grandma Li nodded with satisfaction, and did not forget to encourage her grandson: "If he dares to come to our house and make trouble, you should beat him hard." Turning around, Grandma Li pulled Zhenzhen over, with a somewhat tangled expression: "Well, Zhenzhen, when there is a fight, let your brother go, and you hide behind. If you go up and beat someone to death, it will be a big deal, and you will go to the police station."
Zhenzhen looked at Grandma Li with a frown on her face: "Grandma, I know what's going on. Besides, I'm not that violent. Zhang Hongyun knocked out his teeth by himself, not me. I can't reach that high." Grandma Li smiled awkwardly and rubbed Zhenzhen's head. She always felt that her granddaughter was straying further and further away from the path of a quiet and ladylike woman.
After giving a round of instructions, Mrs. Li just left the house when she seemed to remember something and quickly turned around to call Li Mingzhong and Tianhu, who were lying in the yard basking in the sun, over to her and said, "You two should watch over the house, don't run around these few days, just stay in the yard, and if anyone comes to make trouble, I'll bite them out."
Li Mingzhong barked and wagged his tail. Tianhu tilted his head to look at Li Mingzhong, opened his mouth and stuck out his long tongue towards Old Lady Li. Old Lady Li looked at Tianhu and became worried: "Hongzhong, teach Tianhu a lesson. He looks like a fool."
Mingbei pushed Old Lady Li out with a smile: "This fool has been stupid for more than a day or two. You should get out of here quickly, or you will miss the train and it will be terrible."
Old Lady Li was startled. She walked out while glaring at the boys: "Stay at home and be quiet." Seeing that the three grandchildren nodded obediently, she left with peace of mind. But what Old Lady Li didn't expect was that the three grandchildren she told were very obedient. Only Zhenzhen tiptoed to the door, stretched out her little head and watched the big car that Li Muwu and his group were sitting in getting closer and closer. She immediately ran back and hugged Guihua's arm and said coquettishly: "Sister-in-law, I'm going out to play today. I won't be back for lunch."
Guihua nodded her head with amusement: "You didn't dare to tell grandma when she was home, but you acted wildly as soon as she left, right?"
Zhenzhen chuckled: "I want to go to the hydrolysis plant to play with my friends, so I don't want to go back and forth."
Thinking that it was really inconvenient to walk to the hydrolysis plant, Guihua went into the house, took out two dimes and two taels of meal tickets and handed them to Zhenzhen: "If you don't come back for dinner, buy something for yourself. Don't go hungry."
Zhenzhen quickly pushed the money back: "Sister-in-law, I haven't spent all the New Year's money and the food coupons my grandma gave me, so I don't want yours." Then she kissed Roubao on the little face: "I'll buy you some biscuits when I come back."
Roubao's big eyes lit up immediately. He nodded and waved to Zhenzhen: "Goodbye, auntie."
Zhenzhen chuckled, went to the house to get a kettle, and ran away. Mingbei squatted at the door and watched Zhenzhen running farther and farther away, and couldn't help sighing. Mingnan smiled and squatted beside him, bumped Mingbei with his shoulder, and raised his eyebrows at him teasingly: "Are you thinking about that girl with long braids?"
Mingbei was a little embarrassed and hummed shyly: "Nowadays, girls all wear long braids."
"That's not necessarily true." Mingxi squatted beside Li Mingzhong and touched his head: "Nowadays, many female students in Bingcheng have cut their hair short, which makes them look very heroic." Mingbei thought about how Yu Wanqiu would look with short hair in his mind, and suddenly thought that she looked very good as well, and couldn't help but reveal a crazy smile on his face.
Mingnan couldn't bear to look directly at it and covered his eyes. He patted Mingbei's shoulder and stood up with the help of his legs: "When I go to take the exam for the hydrolysis plant, I'll ask you to follow me. Maybe you can run into that girl."
Mingbei just grinned, but suddenly frowned again: "Why hasn't Hydrolysis Plant No. 1 Middle School sent out the admission notice yet? I didn't fail the exam, did I?" He stood up, glanced at Mingxi and Mingnan guiltily, and asked tentatively: "How about I go to the school to ask?"
Mingxi smiled and shook his head, took out two bills from his pocket and handed them to him: "Go ahead, don't worry at home."
Mingbei jumped up with joy, stood up and ran out. Mingnan took a basin and prepared to go to the garden to pick some tomatoes, but after taking two steps, he saw Mingbei running back again: "What? You're not going?"
"No, I need to change my clothes. This vest has holes in it." Mingbei ran into the house, rummaged through the drawers and found an old military shirt that was too small for Mingxi. He put it on, then looked at his reflection in the clean water in the big washbasin. He thought he looked quite handsome and grinned.
Mingnan came over after chewing a tomato and told Mingbei, "Ask the factory if they're still hiring this fall. If not, I'll go to the Forestry Bureau and sign up."
The faint smile on Mingxi's face could not help but disappear. He looked at Mingbei's military uniform and said bitterly, "If they are hiring, ask them about the requirements. I would also like to sign up."
***
Zhenzhen ran outside, found a deserted place, slipped into the space, teleported twice through the passage, and finally arrived at the imperial capital.
Zhenzhen had only visited the imperial capital twice in her previous life. Although she was somewhat familiar with the city, she was still unfamiliar with it. Unlike the prosperous metropolises of later generations, many old buildings were still preserved here.
The imperial capital is under the feet of the emperor, and all sports are at the forefront of the country. Zhenzhen saw that the city was crowded with various students and pink guards, so she didn't dare to show up easily. After searching for a long time, she finally found a remote place and quietly appeared by a lake.
This seemed to be a wild lake in the suburbs, and there were not many people around. Zhenzhen did not plan to stay here for long. Just as she was about to leave, she suddenly saw a thin old man sitting on a chair by the lake. Zhenzhen walked over curiously and saw that the man had a broken head, his white shirt was stained with blood, and he looked very miserable.
The old man's eyes were filled with grief and despair. He looked at the lake and seemed to be thinking about something. Suddenly, a soft and sweet voice sounded beside him: "Grandpa, do you want to drink some water?"
The old man came back to his senses, he looked down at the military canteen in front of him, and then turned his head along the chubby little hand to look at the little girl who had sat next to him. Looking at the innocent eyes of the little girl, the old man's sad heart was filled with a trace of warmth. He pulled the corners of his mouth and showed an ugly smile: "No, grandpa is sick, it's time to dirty your canteen."
Zhenzhen tried to persuade him twice, but when she saw that the old man was determined not to drink the water, he stood up and ran away. The old man looked at Zhenzhen's back and thought that the child had run away because of him.
Looking at the sparkling lake in front of him, the old man finally made a decision. He stood up and walked towards the lake step by step. Zhenzhen just came back with a few wild fruits and saw that the old man had already gone into the water. She immediately teleported behind him and grabbed his arm, her mouth trembling with nervousness: "Grandpa, the water here is cold, can you come up and eat some fruit with me?"
The old man stiffened and slowly turned his head. He saw the little girl holding his hand and shaking with fear, but still firmly refused to let go. The old man sighed inaudibly and took Zhenzhen's hand to the shore.
Zhenzhen sat side by side with the old man on the bank and put all the fruits she had pocketed on his lap: "Grandpa, try this fruit and see if it's sweet."
Seeing that the old man didn't move, Zhenzhen picked up one and put it in his hand. She also picked one and took a bite. She asked vaguely, "Grandpa, my name is Zhenzhen, what's your name?"
Looking at Zhenzhen, the old man's eyes showed some warmth, and he said in a slightly hoarse voice: "My name is Wangwo."
"Puff!" Zhenzhen spat out the whole mouthful of wild fruit before she could swallow it.
Oh my god, this old man is actually Wangwo, one of the most famous literary masters in modern China. It's a pity that he committed suicide by jumping into the lake during sports, otherwise he would be the first Chinese Nobel laureate. Zhenzhen looked at Wangwo, whose face was flushed with excitement. She quickly threw the fruit away, wiped her hands on her clothes, and solemnly held Wangwo's hand: "Grandpa, I have always liked your works."
Wangwo was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly at the lake: "I didn't expect that I would meet someone who likes my articles before I die." He shook Zhenzhen's hand and smiled kindly at her: "Listen to grandpa, eat the fruit and go home quickly. It's chaotic outside now, so don't run around."
Zhen Zhen didn't even bother to eat the wild fruit. She was thinking quickly about how to save the old man. Judging from the current situation, if she left, this literary master would definitely end his life by jumping into the lake as described in history books. But if she took him away, he would inevitably reveal some of his secrets.
Zhenzhen was a little hesitant. She looked at Wangwo and asked hesitantly, "Grandpa, if we leave this place and go to a place where there are no people and no friends or relatives, would you be willing to go with me?"
With a bitter smile, he stretched out his dry hand and touched Zhen's soft hair: "Silly child, I can't go with you, I will bring trouble to your family."
"No." Zhenzhen looked at him seriously, her chubby face full of seriousness: "I know who you are, I have read your articles, and I know why you are sitting here. Just follow me."
Zhenzhen reached out and took off her glasses, then rummaged through her backpack for a long time before finally pulling out a silk scarf: "Grandpa, I have to cover your eyes."
Wangwo thought it was just a child's trick. Before he could shake his head, Zhenzhen covered his eyes and a pair of soft little hands pulled him: "Grandpa, come with me."
Wangwo was not afraid. He was not afraid of death. He was worried that he would bring trouble to the family of this kind-hearted child. But after hearing Zhenzhen's serious voice, he could not say no. He could only sigh and said to himself, "Just think of it as playing a game with her."
Zhenzhen pulled Wangwo towards a deserted place, originally wanting to take a longer detour, but Wangwo's legs were a little disabled, and he started to tremble after walking a short distance. Zhenzhen didn't want to tire him out, so she quickly stopped and opened the passage, leading Wangwo into the new space in the west that had not been used yet.
With a wave of his hand, the black ground was covered with green grass, and tall trees rose from the ground. Zhenzhen helped Wangwo sit on the grass: "Grandpa, you can rest here for a while, but you are not allowed to take off your scarf."
"Okay, do you want to hide? How many numbers do I have to count?" The selfless voice was full of warmth, and he raised the corner of his mouth and revealed a smile.
"Let's count a thousand." Zhenzhen laughed mischievously, raised her legs and ran out quickly.
My eyes were wrapped in a silk scarf, I couldn't see anything, I could only feel the breeze blowing across my face, bringing the fragrance of flowers. Suddenly, a series of crisp bird calls sounded from my ears and gradually faded away. I imagined this scene in my mind, and my stiff and sore body relaxed with the fragrance of flowers and the chirping of birds.
Zhenzhen had already moved the antiques in the five western-style buildings together. She picked the building with the largest collection of books and moved it from the east side of the passage to the west side. Zhenzhen walked around the building, and the flower beds were immediately filled with beautiful tulips. Two low apple trees stood on one side of the building, covered with big round apples.
It's not enough to just enjoy the scenery, one needs to eat. Zhenzhen went around to the back of the western-style building and waved her hand to show a patch of emerald green vegetables. As for the grains, they had to be shelled and ground. Zhenzhen felt that this frail and sickly old man who was almost seventy years old might not be able to do such heavy work. Fortunately, a lot of grain was stored in several western-style buildings, and she could bring it here from home after eating.
After finishing all this, Zhen Zhen ran to Wangwo and saw this famous old man curled up on the ground and fell asleep. Although he was already asleep, judging from his furrowed brows, he seemed to be having a nightmare.
Zhenzhen can control everything in the space, including the people inside. She waved her hand, and the window of the master bedroom on the second floor opened. Her ecstatic body floated up through the window and lay on the soft mattress.
Zhenzhen stood downstairs and looked around hesitantly. This place was surrounded by light curtains, and no one could get out unless she took anyone with her. She didn't want Wangzhi to find out that there was something wrong with this place. After thinking for a moment, Zhenzhen waved her hand, and high mountains rose from the ground to form a circle, leaving only a hidden narrow cave where Zhenzhen came in. If you don't look carefully, you probably won't find it.
After working all morning, Zhenzhen felt hungry, so she went to get the pot of tomato beef that she had found earlier, and boiled water to cook a pot of noodles for herself.
Take out a beautiful porcelain bowl, put a few chopsticks of noodles in it, and pour two spoonfuls of brightly colored tomato beef on it. The bright and eye-catching color immediately increases people's appetite.
Smelling the aroma of beef, Zhenzhen picked up a piece of noodles with chopsticks and sucked it in. It had the aroma of meat and the sweet and sour taste of tomatoes. While chewing the noodles, Zhenzhen couldn't wait to eat a piece of beef. The beef was half tendon and half meat, cut into pieces and simmered over low heat. Zhenzhen put a piece of fat and tender beef into her mouth. It was soft, glutinous, fragrant, and melted in the mouth. With the chewy noodles, it was a rare delicacy.
Zhenzhen ate a large bowl of noodles, then burped while holding her stomach. After washing the bowl, Zhenzhen went upstairs to check on Wangwo, and seeing that he was still sleeping soundly, she tiptoed downstairs.
Zhenzhen returned to another dimension, lay on the bed, closed her eyes, and let her consciousness go. When Zhenzhen rescued Wangwo, she remembered that Wangwo was not the only one who was criticized in the past few days, but more than 20 to 30 people, including many masters and artists.
The consciousness came to the Confucian Temple. There were 20 to 30 people holding signs standing in the courtyard. There were piles of books in front of them, as if they were ready to be burned. Zhenzhen's face flushed with anger. She looked at the group of female guards and wished she could blow up a gust of wind and throw them into the river. Unfortunately, outside the space, neither the wind nor the rain listened to her control, so she could only enjoy it in the space.
Seeing a female guard about to beat a Peking Opera master with a belt, Zhenzhen quickly controlled the ground under her feet to swell up, and the female guard fell to the ground.
While she was getting up from the ground, Zhenzhen tried her best to gather all the birds nearby. Fortunately, there were many birds in the capital, especially crows in large flocks.
When the group of female guards once again swung their whips and sticks, dense swarms of birds pressed down like a dark cloud. They pecked at the faces and hands of the guards frantically, but were able to dodge nimbly when the guards swung their belts.
The birds blocked the criticized people and drove the guards with their sharp beaks and claws, chasing them all the way outside the Confucian Temple. The guards had cuts on their faces and hands from being pecked by the birds, and blood was oozing out. They were so angry that their teeth were itching, but they were helpless as they watched the flock of birds circling around and not leaving, and no one dared to step forward.
"Why didn't Wangwo come today? Wasn't he told to report today?" A female guard raised her arms: "Let's go and bring Wangwo back."
As if they had found an excuse, a group of people immediately turned around and went to Wangwo's house. But Wangwo's wife said blankly that Wangwo had left early in the morning and had not come back. A group of people entered the house and searched it, but they really didn't see anyone, so they left cursing. It is said that a day later, someone said that they saw Wangwo going to the wild lake early in the morning. The female guards went to look for him. An old man who was raising ducks said that he saw such a person, but he disappeared in a blink of an eye. It is estimated that he jumped into the lake.
Unable to find Wangwo and unable to hit the people in the Confucian Temple, the female guards were also very anxious. Later, someone suggested to use guns to shoot birds. Although guns were not banned at that time, there were not so many. Among so many people, only the leader of the combat team had a gun at home. She quickly took out the gun from her home, aimed at the leading crow, and pulled the safety catch. Zhenzhen hid aside and quickly controlled a few pieces of suitable size to fly into the gun chamber quickly.
With a "bang", the gun made a muffled sound. The bullet did not fire out, but the gun exploded. The female guard's hand was immediately covered in blood.
If someone was injured, they would have to go to the hospital immediately. Seeing the black crows croaking in the sky, the female students all had doubts in their hearts, thinking that this was a bit evil. However, no one dared to say this at this time. Under the pretext of sending the person to the hospital, everyone dispersed.
The people in the Confucian Temple looked at each other and laughed heartily. There was even a Peking Opera master who happily sang a few lines.
A female writer nearby quickly pulled him aside and said in a low voice, "Don't let anyone hear us, or else it will cause new trouble." She looked at the others and asked, "Can we go now?"
An old writer with messy shaved hair walked to the door and took a look. Seeing that the female guards had left, he hurriedly called out to them: "Let's go now while they are away."
Others looked at the books on the ground, feeling distressed and not knowing what to do: "What should we do with these things? They are all precious books and cultural relics."
"Can they be moved away? If they are found, they will become new evidence and will eventually be burned. We can't save these books. Let's go!" A group of people sighed, looked at the treasures on the ground again, and left in despair.
Seeing that everyone had left, Zhenzhen quickly teleported here, waved her hand to put all the things on the ground into the space, and rushed to the next library.
*****
He slept until four in the afternoon. He opened his eyes, looked at the snow-white ceiling, and then turned around to look at the exquisite decorations around him. He was a little confused for a moment. He found his glasses next to the pillow and put them on. He got out of bed and walked to the window to look out. He saw birds singing and flowers blooming here. There were high mountains not far away as a barrier. It seemed like a paradise.
Wangwo guessed that this was the home of the little girl named Zhenzhen. She was afraid that her arrival would affect her family, so she quickly opened the door and asked, "Is anyone there?" But the small building was quiet and no one answered her. Only the empty echo resounded in the building.
Wangwo walked down the stairs to the living room. He saw a piece of white paper on the coffee table and quickly picked it up. On it was written in childish handwriting: Grandpa Wangwo, there are noodles and tomato beef in the kitchen. You can heat them up and eat them when you get up. There is hot water in the bathroom for bathing. There are clothes for changing in the closet of the master bedroom. There are paper, pens and books in the study for your entertainment. In short, it is very safe here. No one can come in. You can rest and recuperate here. There is no electricity here, so you can only use kerosene lamps. —Zhenzhen
After reading the note, Wangwo didn't rush to the kitchen. He walked out of the door and looked around. He saw that there were mountains on all sides, surrounding the middle area. Wangwo didn't go over to take a closer look. He really couldn't find the entrance or exit just by visual inspection.
Looking at the birds squatting on the apple tree, the rabbits running on the grass, and the flowers in front of the house, everything here made Wangwo feel very comfortable. He turned back to the room, put the remaining noodles in the pot directly into a bowl, and ate two big mouthfuls. Wangwo leaned back in the chair with a comfortable smile.
Zhenzhen was busy all day, and estimated that it was almost five o'clock, so she hurriedly bought medicine to treat the external injuries and returned to the space. I have to say that Wangwo loves books very much. Even though he was injured like this, he couldn't move his feet when he saw the books in the study. He picked up a book and sat at the table to read it.
Zhenzhen knocked on the door. Wangwo looked up and saw Zhenzhen coming. He quickly stood up and greeted her, bowing deeply: "Thank you, Zhenzhen, for saving my life."
"No, no, no!" Zhen Zhen quickly dodged and scratched her head a little embarrassedly: "You are a respected literary master, how can you bow to me?"
Wangwo shook his head and smiled bitterly, but did not say much. Instead, he asked the question in his mind: "Zhenzhen, where is this? Am I not by the lake? It seems like there is no way around here, so how come there is a foreign-style building?"
"Oh!" Zhenzhen blinked her eyes and smiled innocently, "I don't know what this place is called. I came here one time while chasing a hare. I walked in out of curiosity and found a letter. The letter said that the owner was going to another place, and this place was given to the destined person who could find it. I thought you were beaten by someone, and you should want to find a deserted place to rest, so I wanted to bring you here. Because the place is far away, you fell asleep when I went home to find my father. My father drove a cart to send us here, and carried you upstairs." Zhenzhen looked at Wangwo and asked hesitantly, "Do you want to go home? But I don't think it's safe for you to go back now."
"Yes, you are right. If I go back, not only will I be unsafe, but I will also cause trouble for them." Wangwo looked at Zhenzhen and suddenly asked solemnly: "Little friend Zhenzhen, may I stay here? Although I have no money, I have a lot of knowledge. If you don't mind, I am willing to be your teacher."
Zhenzhen nodded desperately, her little face beaming with joy: "Yeah, I do! I do!"
The author has something to say: This is a fictional, cool story. I want to save more people from all walks of life! Some readers suggested not to talk too much about sports. So we can change the wording or not mention it in the comments. I won’t write about this tomorrow. After all, I’m afraid too. Muah, good night~~