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Chapter 1470 A New Experience in Life

As the train rumbled along, the wheels creaked as they contacted the rails.

Wang Yan waved goodbye to Zhou Xiaobai, who had changed into a green military uniform, on the train from the platform.

At this moment, Zhou Xiaobai was already crying her eyes out. Ignoring the cold wind, she leaned out of the car window, looking at Wang Yan standing there smiling and waving, unable to get enough of him...

"Are you willing to part with him, Brother Yan?" Li Kuiyong, who had come along to see him off, asked with a grin.

"What's this about being willing or unwilling? How can life be without separation? Come to think of it, how long have I known Xiaobai? I've known you, Dayong, for two years."

"Brother Yan, I'm really touched by what you said."

Wang Yan shook his head with amusement, his hands tucked into his sleeves: "Let's go, let's get down to business."

"Alright." Li Kuiyong grinned foolishly and followed along, sleeves rolled up.

"Hey, Yan-ge! Kui-yong!"

Just as the two were walking out, Zhong Yuemin ran over with Zheng Tong, "You guys came to see them off too?"

"Isn't it obvious? Who are you giving it to?" Li Kuiyong asked.

"Yuan Jun, and that Zhang Haiyang, remember them, right?"

"Can we forget? Yuan Jun has a sharp tongue, and Zhang Haiyang is cunning and shrewd."

Li Kuiyong witnessed all of this. The first conflict with Li Yuanchao was when Zhang Haiyang wanted to wrestle with Wang Yan, and then when Li Yuanchao organized people to retaliate, Zhang Haiyang was just a spectator...

"So you two brothers didn't make it into the army after all?" Li Kuiyong laughed.

“We already knew that.” Zhong Yuemin said with a grin, not caring at all. “Brother Yan, what are your plans next? How about we go grab a bite? We’ve been talking about going to Lao Mo for ages, but we haven’t gone yet.”

"I'm not going, I don't have time." Wang Yan shook his head.

"Is something wrong?"

Li Kuiyong snorted: "Isn't it all because of those bastards, Li Yuanchao? Brother Yan wasn't supposed to go to the countryside, but they insisted on putting his name on it. Damn it, why don't they go themselves?"

Zheng Tong chimed in, "Hey, Li Kuiyong, you know what, even if Li Yuanchao and the others wanted to go, they couldn't. Their arms and legs are broken, and it takes a hundred days to recover from a broken bone. How could they possibly go?"

As soon as he said that, Wang Yan and the others laughed.

"Alright, let him go. In any case, it's true that educated youth need to be trained; that's the highest directive. If others can go, so can I. It's no big deal," Wang Yan said with a smile.

Zhong Yuemin said, "Brother Yan is so much more enlightened. If we two brothers also go to the queue, maybe we can even be assigned together."

“Northern Shaanxi,” Li Kuiyong snorted. “We’re from the same place.”

He still couldn't stand Li Yuanchao and his gang's despicable behavior.

Zhong Yuemin didn't say anything more, but instead asked, "Brother Yan, we're leaving soon. Besides enjoying some good food and fattening up, is there anything else you need?"

"Just going to get something good to eat," Wang Yan replied casually.

"Hey, then I don't understand, why doesn't Lao Mo go to eat the good food?"

"Brother Yan?" Li Kuiyong asked.

Upon seeing this, Zhong Yuemin realized that the two had a secret. Li Kuiyong wanted to tell him, but he didn't know if he could, so he asked Wang Yan for his opinion.

Seeing Wang Yan nod slightly, Li Kuiyong understood, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he rode his bicycle a distance outside the train station until there was no one around before taking out a cigarette from his pocket and smoking it around.

"No, what's going on? Why are you being so mysterious?" Zheng Tong couldn't hold back any longer and finally asked.

He was certainly afraid of Wang Yan, but he had never offended Wang Yan. Moreover, based on the few times they had met and Wang Yan's actions, he knew that Wang Yan was a very reasonable person. As long as he didn't seek his own death, there would be no problem.

This was something Zhong Yuemin and his team analyzed behind closed doors after they got to know Wang Yan and learned more and more about him…

"Hey, Kuiyong, just tell us already, aren't you afraid of suffocating?" Zhong Yuemin chimed in, he was so curious.

Li Kuiyong took a drag of his cigarette and chuckled, "I have my reasons for doing this. You know there's a black market in the East City, right?"

“I know. I heard there are a few old hands in that area who run a big ticket scalping business, and they also deal in foreign exchange certificates and such.” Zhong Yuemin nodded.

"Old gun" is not just a simple term; it also represents status and a certain amount of influence.

"what happened?"

Subconsciously asking this question, Zhong Yuemin thought of Li Kuiyong's earlier words and stared wide-eyed at Wang Yan, "Brother Yan, you guys aren't planning to take advantage of those old gangsters and make a quick buck before you leave, are you?"

"Is there a problem?" Wang Yan asked.

"No, Brother Yan, you should think this over carefully. If you really do this, it will be a big problem." Zhong Yuemin shook his head repeatedly, hoping that Wang Yan would be wise.

"What size? A bunch of thugs, do they think they can rebel?"

"Brother Yan, they really dare to kill people."

Wang Yan shook his head and patted Zhong Yuemin on the shoulder: "Then keep your mouth shut, we'll meet again if fate allows. Let's go, Dayong, there aren't many days left, we brothers have to make the most of it."

Li Kuiyong nodded to Zhong Yuemin: "Yuemin, you're leaving now. Let's get together again when we come back."

Zheng Tong retorted, "That might be many years from now."

Li Kuiyong didn't care at all: "There's always something to look forward to, isn't there?"

The capital city is always bustling, with many things happening every day. In comparison, the series of incidents involving a veteran actor breaking his leg over the past few days is not worth mentioning.

In addition, Wang Yan caused a huge scene, escalating from the street level to the district level, and then to the city level...

This is actually quite annoying because there are no strict rules for going to the countryside, but what's scary is that there are no clear rules; all high school graduates have to go. It's not a registration process; it's a list compiled by the street offices, neighborhood committees, etc., by district, and all high school graduates are on it.

Orphans like Wang Yan have jobs, so of course we can take care of them. But there's nothing wrong with letting him go.

Only children were exempt from going, while those with multiple children were required to stay home to care for their parents and elderly relatives. This policy was introduced in the early 1970s. In 1969, the scale of the "going to the countryside" program was expanded even further to alleviate various problems in the cities.

The overall principle was that educated youth should receive re-education from poor and lower-middle peasants.

So, when it comes to Wang Yan, the focus of others' criticism is on his ideological awareness; his written record fully demonstrates an extremely high level of ideological awareness. Well then, since his awareness is so high, let's add his name and see if he'll go?
If you take Wang Yan's weapon to fight Wang Yan, and you don't go, it means you're not ideologically aware enough, that what you said before was all bullshit, and that you've completely negated him as a person. If you go, you'll naturally suffer.

This is certainly retaliation, but it's also an open scheme. They just say whether to go or not, and that's it. No one is forcing them not to go.

So Wang Yan made a scene to show his stance. He received another guarantee that those who abused power would be severely punished and that his name would be removed from the list, allowing him to remain in the city. However, he resolutely obeyed the highest order and went to the countryside! If Wang Yan were truly from this era, without a powerful father to back him up, he would likely have yielded. Conversely, if he weren't so powerful, he wouldn't have had so much trouble. The root of his troubles, ultimately, was his lack of fear—a gift from his powerful father…

So Wang Yan finally packed his bags and boarded the train with Li Kuiyong.

This was a special train transporting educated youth to northern Shaanxi. It was the first, but not the last, and not even the last one today. In that year, nearly 30,000 educated youth from Beijing were sent to northern Shaanxi. Other educated youth went to support border regions, the Great Northern Wilderness, farms, or production and construction corps. A wave of young people with nothing to do all day were sent out of Beijing.

The educated youth who boarded the bus were quite lively, laughing and joking about all sorts of things. When eating on the bus, they would take out various snacks that had been brought from home and exchange them with each other.

Of course, the most important thing was how to pass the time during the journey. The educated youth had a lot of energy and would talk about all sorts of random things. If they had different opinions, they would argue, and often most of the people in the carriage would get involved.

There were also harmonious moments, like when everyone would sing together in large groups during their free time, mostly patriotic songs, which were incredibly lively. But there were also melodious ones, like "The Hawthorn Tree," sung by men and women in a large chorus, their voices blending together in layers, always captivating the listener. Songs like "The Hawthorn Tree," in particular, with their light melody and beautiful lyrics, represent the romance of the working class.

The song gently rippled across the water at dusk.
The factory was already flashing in the twilight.

The train sped along

The car windows were brightly lit

……

With the melodious singing and an unspoken reluctance, the green train rumbled towards the Guanzhong Plain, transiting through Chang'an and heading north until it saw the endless plateaus, indicating that it was not far from its destination.

Along the way, the educated youth kept getting off the bus. The further they went, the more somber the atmosphere became. They had long lost the high spirits they had when they set off from Beijing. Looking at the endless yellow earth, they probably already understood what they were about to face.

Wang Yan and Li Kuiyong got off the bus in Anshi. After a short rest, they were taken by military trucks to Linxian County. There, they were welcomed and given instructions and education by the county's educated youth office. Then, they were picked up by people from various communes who had arrived earlier.

Wang Yan and Li Kuiyong were assigned to Hechuan Commune, which is under the jurisdiction of Linxian County. There were dozens of people who went there together...

The commune secretary, surnamed Zhang, was a thin, gaunt middle-aged man in his forties. He wore thick, black-rimmed glasses with the temples wrapped in fine black thread. His skin was rough and dark, and he looked weathered, yet he appeared quite energetic.

Secretary Zhang glanced at his deputy, accountant, women's director, security captain, and others around him, who were wrapped in pipes and had inscrutable expressions. Then he looked at the group of village cadres squatting on the ground wrapping their pipes, and finally his gaze fell on the thirty-odd young men and women in front of him who were buzzing and gossiping. He couldn't help but sigh...

However, we must face it eventually.

He cleared his throat: "Comrades of the educated youth, you have come all the way from the capital. You must be tired from your journey. On behalf of our Hechuan Commune, I welcome you."

"it is good!"

Some of the educated youth who were interested in the topic started clapping, and then everyone started clapping too.

Secretary Zhang humbly gestured with his hand, and after the applause subsided, he said, "Let me tell you something. The county has allocated your grain rations to the commune, and the commune will then allocate your rations to the villages you are going to."

After that, we'll assign everyone according to the list. The instructor said that educated youth need to receive re-education from the poor and lower-middle peasants, so you're not here to be treated like royalty. Let me explain the rules: once you arrive, you'll all listen to the village secretary—how much work you do, how many work points you earn, how much grain you eat…”

It's clear that Secretary Zhang is a pragmatic secretary and a good public servant of the commune. As for whether he is a qualified leader, that remains to be seen, but he certainly dedicates himself wholeheartedly to the commune.

Because his speech was straightforward and practical, without any empty rhetoric or grandstanding, and the few nonsensical remarks he made were all earnest advice to these educated youth from Beijing: stay here peacefully and don't cause trouble.

Anyone with some social experience and insight should have anticipated the current situation; these educated youths from Beijing were bound to cause trouble. Secretary Zhang had also seen this, which was why he was speaking so earnestly.

"Alright, I've said everything. Now let's assign the tasks. People from Linyuan, come over here..."

An old farmer-looking man squatting over there, wrapping his pipe, seemed to have resigned himself to his fate. He stood up with a sigh, muttering something unpleasant.

"What are you muttering about?" Secretary Zhang started yelling, then ignored the people from Linyuan and began calling out names from the list.

Those whose names were called gathered with the cadres in Linyuan and then went there together.

And so, one by one, names were called out, and destinations were assigned to the educated youth.

What's particularly unique is that Secretary Zhang finally named one of the educated youths. This was a tall, thin, and refined-looking male educated youth who wore glasses. Secretary Zhang appointed this young man as the commune's cashier.

The scene was very unpleasant. The educated youth immediately erupted in anger. Some said they would write letters to report them, some pointed at Secretary Zhang's nose and cursed him as a bureaucrat, and others cursed the refined male educated youth so badly that he couldn't take care of himself.

"Damn, that's really something." Li Kuiyong didn't have anything nice to say either, after all, his good brother was brought here by someone in the same way.

Wang Yan shook his head: "Look at him, even when he was being insulted to his face, did Old Zhang get angry? He still politely tried to appease everyone."

"Brother Yan, you mean this old guy did it on purpose?"

"I don't know. All I know is that if we're really going to get things done, we can't do it so carelessly. We should at least let this kid stay in the village for a while, and once things have settled down, we can bring him to the commune."

Li Kuiyong looked at Wang Yan differently: "Brother Yan, you know all this stuff?"

Wang Yan knew that Li Kuiyong really thought he was a brute, and without saying a word, he slapped him on the back of the head.

Li Kuiyong chuckled but said nothing more. He sat down next to Wang Yan with his hands tucked in his pockets, a cigarette dangling from his lips, quietly watching the commotion from the back of the line…

This was truly lively, and Wang Yan enjoyed watching such scenes.

The commune leader was a cadre, especially as the top leader. He had the power to decide the fate of everyone in the commune. He could make you well or make you bad, and the worse the fate, the worse it would be.

Compared to later cadres, the position of township party secretary was crucial, as it was precisely the townships that abolished the people's communes.

Therefore, one can imagine how someone would be dealt with if they pointed their finger at the township party secretary and cursed him.

Of course, this isn't to say that things are any better at the grassroots level now. After all, people are still the same, all the same kind of scoundrels. In fact, dealing with people at this time might be even more ruthless, since there's no widespread online oversight. And even if there were online oversight, not everything could be disseminated…

Regardless, overall, there were relatively more people who dared to criticize their superiors at this time.

Wang Yan enjoyed watching this kind of excitement. Although it seemed that these angry, red-faced, vein-bulging educated youths were part of Secretary Zhang's play, it didn't affect his experience.

The more they clamored, the more indignant the crowd became. Most of the educated youth started cursing. Gradually, the villagers who had gathered around the courtyard to watch the commotion also became unhappy and joined in cursing the commune leaders. They started bringing up old grievances and a whole host of other issues.

Despite the overwhelming public opinion, Secretary Zhang remained calm and composed, smiling as he faced the storm. He spoke up to appease the people and then launched into a tirade against those who followed suit in criticizing him, listing the terrible things they had done.

Secretary Zhang, though thick-skinned, didn't care. But the educated youth couldn't stand it. After enduring it for more than ten minutes, he shouted loudly, bringing the situation under control. He said he would also go to the village below and that he would never come to the commune again.

Wang Yan and Li Kuiyong clearly saw the fleeting smugness on Secretary Zhang's face.

In any case, the problem has been solved perfectly.

The farce came to an end, and Wang Yan and the others set off.

From here, we will reach Baidian Village.

For Wang Yan, being a sent-down youth was also a completely new life experience...

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