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Chapter 1469 Going to the countryside
This was certainly not Wang Yan's first time visiting a military compound; in fact, he had lived here before. The buildings were the same, only the people living here had status.

However, after so many years, he was still in high spirits when he returned, constantly taking in all the sights along the way.

They arrived at Zhou Xiaobai's house and met Zhou's parents.

"Tsk, you child, you came all this way, why did you bring anything?" Zhou's mother criticized.

"It wouldn't be right for me to come empty-handed on my first visit. I know you two don't need anything, so I just brought some apples. It's a token of my appreciation."

Wang Yan put down what he was holding, picked up the painting that had already been framed and unfolded it. "I heard from Xiaobai that you, Uncle Zhou, like calligraphy and painting. I know a little about this art. I also heard that you were a veteran of the Red Army. You crossed snow-capped mountains and grasslands, so you painted this Long March and wrote the poem 'The Long March' by your teacher. Could you please give me some pointers?"

As they were talking, a scroll painting with a banner measuring two and a half meters was unfurled on the coffee table, which was so short that it even dragged on the floor.

Mr. Zhou exclaimed in surprise, "Wow, it's so long?"

“Two and a half meters, just right for the 25,000-li journey,” Wang Yan said with a smile.

The three members of the Zhou family crowded closer to look at the painting. It was an abstract painting, centered on the first generation of leaders, surrounded by Red Army soldiers, with the Long March route in the background.

When painting, Wang Yan once wanted to lengthen the canvas. The actual 25,000 li (approximately 12,500 kilometers) is the Long March, which began with the Opium War and continued until the founding of the People's Republic of China. All of these can be incorporated, but the canvas is too small to contain them.

However, Wang Yan remembered this idea and planned to draw it out when he had the chance.

As for the matter of the Four Olds, there isn't too much to worry about; after all, it depends on what he's drawing...

It was also the first time Zhou Xiaobai had seen the whole picture, and she exclaimed in surprise, "Wang Yan, you are amazing, you drew it so well."

"Yes, your painting is good, and your calligraphy is good too. Your skill level is very high," Zhou's father praised with a smile.

"You flatter me, you know so much. My skills are really just a small matter."

"Too modest. Where's the domineering aura you had when you broke someone's legs?"

Wang Yan smiled sheepishly: "I was defending myself. More than three hundred people were surrounding me with kitchen knives. If I hadn't used my full strength, I would have been hacked to death by those bastards."

Zhou's mother looked displeased: "I heard that you chose the location yourself? The best choice would have been to run away and go directly to the police."

“It’s no use, Auntie.” Wang Yan shook his head. “As the instructor said, ‘A good punch now will save you from a hundred.’ Those people are already arrogant and domineering because they’re lawless because of their families. If I run away, they’ll just think I’m scared and easy to bully. The police can only protect me for a while, not forever. I can’t live in the police station. They’ll come back.”

"I think you understand this best, Uncle. In the international arena, might makes right. If we hadn't fought in the Korean War, those American devils would have taken advantage of us. The same goes for India; if we hadn't taught them a lesson, they wouldn't know the pain and would keep causing trouble. Even our Soviet Union was the same. What was the Zhenbao Island incident? If we backed down, their war machines would dare to drive into our territory tomorrow."

"well said!"

Zhou's father clapped his hands happily, "That's the kind of spirit we need! Wang Yan, you're really good material for a soldier. With such a broad perspective, if you study hard, I think you'll have no problem becoming a battalion commander."

Wang Yan smiled and said, "I also wanted to defend the country's borders, but unfortunately, I've caused such a big problem."

“Actually, you don’t need to be afraid. They won’t have the nerve to target you.” Mr. Zhou said hesitantly. “Besides, the higher-ups have given their orders, so no one will dare to target you.”

"Uncle, they wouldn't dare. They still have subordinates, and they're all connected to each other through countless threads. Even without a specific order from above, those below who want to curry favor or show off will take matters into their own hands and get rid of me. Who will I cry to then? Even if you were to be my patron, it wouldn't be enough to quench my immediate thirst."

They were regulating me within the rules, leaving me speechless and helpless. What could I, a subordinate, do? But I was still defiant, destined to be pushed to the brink and resort to extreme measures, at which point I'd have no choice but to settle things with my fists. Right now, breaking someone's leg is a matter of public order. But if I break someone's leg again, that's military law…”

Mr. Zhou shook his head: "It's admirable that you see things so clearly and think so comprehensively."

"There's nothing I can do, Uncle and Aunt. My parents passed away early, so I have to figure things out on my own."

"You've suffered so much," Zhou's mother said pitifully.

"Hey, there's nothing to pity. If we're talking about pity, our country isn't rich right now. My parents passed away early, but they left behind blessings, and with the special care from the neighborhood committee, I've grown up strong. They even arranged a job and a house for me. Isn't that great?"

"Indeed, it's quite good. I heard from Xiaobai that you're also good at carpentry?" Zhou's father asked with a smile.

“Very good, Uncle. I’m not being modest. I make high-end furniture for export, so my workmanship is really good. It’s just that the salary grade depends on years of service and seniority. Otherwise, I can’t be considered at grade eight, but grade seven is definitely possible. My master was grade seven, and I’m better than him now, even though I’ve only been learning for two years.”

“Okay, my desk is in a terrible state. Take a look later and make me a new one.” Mr. Zhou didn’t stand on ceremony and made his request directly. “You can definitely find the materials. I’ll have Xiaobai give you the money later.”

"Okay, it should be basically finished next week."

After chatting and laughing for a while, and drinking two cups of tea, and having learned everything about Wang Yan's situation, Zhou's parents went straight to work, not caring about the young man and woman at home, unafraid that they would cause trouble...

Seeing the two leave, Wang Yan smiled and asked, "So? Are your parents satisfied or not?"

Zhou Xiaobai sat directly on Wang Yan's lap and put her arms around his neck: "You have to be satisfied, whether you like it or not. I've told you before, that's how it is in my family. My brother and sister both found their own partners, and my parents didn't object. But based on what I know about them, my parents are quite satisfied with you."

"That's good."

"You don't have any other ideas, do you?" Zhou Xiaobai asked.

Wang Yan expressed his incomprehension: "What are you thinking?"

"It's about family..."

Zhou Xiaobai spoke hesitantly, but Wang Yan already understood what she meant: "You mean inferiority complex?"

"more or less."

"No, not at all. Think about it, Li Yuanchao's family is in a higher position than yours. I would dare to break his arms and legs, let alone the fact that we're dating and have already gotten married."

Besides, I'm self-sufficient and have an upright character. I don't ask anything of your parents; I don't ask them to help me get a house or arrange a job for me. There's an idiom, "He who has no desires is invincible."

"That's good, I'm relieved to hear you think that way." Zhou Xiaobai hugged Wang Yan tighter. "I was just worried you'd overthink things."

"We're talking about love, it has nothing to do with those things." Wang Yan chuckled and patted her bottom. "Of course, when we get married and have kids, and face the mundane realities of life, these things will probably need to be discussed more. But by then, I think I'll need to make some changes too, since I know quite a few things, and we'll definitely have a good life together."

"I don't care about those things, as long as we're together."

"Don't worry, we'll definitely be together forever."

Wang Yan comforted him with a smile... "I'm leaving now." Zhou Xiaobai's voice was somewhat low, and he was in low spirits.

"When?"

"There are still ten days left until next month."

"It's okay, don't be sad. We already agreed that I'll come to you when the time comes."

"You must keep your word..."

……

Just as Wang Yan was skipping work every day to make the most of his time with Zhou Xiaobai, the day after he delivered a desk to Zhou Xiaobai's house and received high praise from Zhou's parents, Wang Yan received some bad news.

When Aunt Wang from the neighborhood committee came over, Wang Yan was having dinner and drinking with Li Kuiyong in his small house.

"Wang Yan, are you drinking?"

"Oh my, Aunt Wang, why are you here so late? Would you like something to eat?" Li Kuiyong greeted her warmly.

Wang Yan promptly handed Aunt Wang a crispy fried yellow croaker.

Aunt Wang crunched on the fish, nodding with satisfaction: "Hey, I must say, you really fried this fish well."

"Hey, it's just that spendthrift sons are throwing in too much oil. With so much oil, how can it not smell good?" Wang Yan took a sip of his drink and asked, "Aunt Wang, what brings you here so late?"

"Isn't this the highest directive? Educated youth are to go to the countryside and participate in labor training. You know this policy, right?"

“I know, it’s about receiving re-education from the poor and lower-middle peasants, right? Da Yong had to go, didn’t he?” Wang Yan realized. “Now I have to go too?”

“Originally, your name wasn’t on the list, since you live alone and have a job at the furniture factory. But today your name was added. The neighborhood committee asked me to notify you. As for the reason, you’re a troublemaker. I heard about how you beat up so many people who ended up in the hospital a while ago. It might be related to that…”

"Damn it!" Li Kuiyong immediately cursed.

"You brat, how dare you talk like that?" Aunt Wang slapped Li Kuiyong on the back of the head.

Li Kuiyong didn't care and said angrily, "Brother Yan, these bastards are really scum!"

"It's alright, everyone can go, why can't I go?" Wang Yan waved his hand. "You're going to northern Shaanxi, right, Aunt Wang?"

"Yes," Aunt Wang replied. "You two are from the same production team."

“Okay.” Wang Yan nodded. “Then what about my house? What if I go out to work in the countryside and you give the house to someone else? Then I’ll be homeless when I come back. Aunt Wang, you have to keep this house for me. You have to give me a place to live. Otherwise, if I cause trouble, it won’t be easy to handle.”

"Tsk..." Aunt Wang said irritably, "Who doesn't know your situation? This matter was decided by the higher-ups. Do you think we want to make things difficult for you?"

"The authorities want to take my house. Will you make things difficult for me?" Wang Yan asked with a smile.

Seeing Wang Dama's troubled expression, Wang Yan continued, "Wang Dama, I'm not going to make trouble for you, but let me tell you first, whoever dares to touch my house and make me homeless, I'll break their legs. I'll break them after they've recovered. Isn't it said that it takes a hundred days to recover from a broken bone? I'll make them bedridden 365 days a year."

"No, that's too much trouble. I'll save myself the trouble and just break his spine, paralyzing him for life, confined to bed for everything. Anyway, I'm all alone; if they won't let me have a good life, then I'll drag as many others down with me, so nobody else can have a good life either."

"Look at you, saying such awful things. Who would want to pick a fight with you for no reason?" Aunt Wang's face turned pale, because Wang Yan really did something like that.

Threats are useless against ordinary people; even if you hold a knife, they'll just stick their necks out and let you cut them. Wang Yan is different; he's a notorious troublemaker, and he really does cut. It's like in international disputes: if someone accuses you of having weapons of mass destruction, then you'd better actually have them…

Wang Yan said, "Aunt Wang, don't be afraid. I know you're a kind-hearted person. I've beaten up almost every household in this area, including your grandsons and two sons. But you're the most reasonable one, able to distinguish right from wrong, unlike those who are unreasonable and I have to beat them up a second time."

"Here's what we'll do. Dayong's family is large, and my house is just sitting empty anyway. They can stay here. We'll discuss things when I get back. If anyone causes trouble or forces Dayong's family to move out, just write to me, and I'll resolve the issue when I return. That shouldn't be difficult, right?"

"Don't worry," Aunt Wang waved her hand. "I'm leaving. I'm not in your way anymore. I think you're getting annoyed too!"

"Come on, come on, there are still more than a dozen fish here. You can even take the plate back with you, I don't need the plate anymore."

After some polite refusals, Aunt Wang happily took the plate and left...

"Brother Yan, are you really going?" Li Kuiyong asked, his face contorted with embarrassment.

……

“This is an order from the highest authority,” Wang Yan said, looking at Zhou Xiaobai who was clearly unwilling. “Besides, if others can go, why can’t I?”

"Then won't it be very difficult for you to come see me?"

"I will definitely do my best. Once I get there, I will work hard to achieve some results, and then there should be no problem."

"You know where I'm going. Once you get there, be sure to write to me as soon as possible and tell me the exact address."

"necessary."

Zhou Xiaobai sighed: "You brought this trouble upon yourself. Even my dad finds it difficult to bring this up..."

Wang Yan didn't argue with her, but tightened his embrace slightly: "Even if you could speak up, you wouldn't need to. Everyone else can go, so why can't I?"

"And then what? What will you do?"

"There will always be a day when you can come back. There's always a way out. Don't worry."

Given all that, what else could Zhou Xiaobai say?
All I could do was seize the last moments to be intimate with Wang Yan.

With the matter settled, Wang Yan no longer worked at the furniture factory, giving him more free time.

Several days passed, and no matter how reluctant Zhou Xiaobai was, the time for parting finally came, and they were separated by vast distances.

But before leaving, Wang Yan still had some things to do...

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