A hundred flavors of life

Chapter 1219 Zhou Bingyi and Zhou Rong are about to become autistic! (Please subscribe!)
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Seeing Li Suhua's happy look, Hua Twelve teased her deliberately:

"Mom, what are you talking about, my sister? Where is my sister?"

Li Suhua was startled, then slapped him on the shoulder: "Bingkun, you are stupid, your sister Zhou Rong!"

Hua Twelve then chuckled: "Then you are wrong, mom. Comrade Zhou Zhigang wrote a letter saying that our Zhou family has severed ties with Zhou Rong. What kind of sister is she? We should call her Comrade Zhou Rong!"

He even emphasized the word "comrade".

Li Suhua turned around and picked up the feather duster on the kang:
"Okay, Zhou Bingkun, you don't recognize your relatives, right? I ask you, comrade, tell me again, what is it called!"

Seeing that the old lady was about to attack, Hua Twelve quickly smiled and said, "Alright, if you want to hit me, I won't read the letter to you!"

Li Suhua was reluctant to hit him: "Then call me sister, and let me hear it. Just tell me that your sister has sent a letter!"

"Your sister has sent me a letter, okay?"

Hua Twelve was helpless.

Li Suhua was about to nod, but she felt something was wrong, and it took her a while to come back to her senses:
"I'll beat you to death, you little brat. My sister is your cousin. She died before the founding of the People's Republic of China. She can only write to me or see me in my dreams. I asked you to call me Sister Rong'er, what are you talking about!"

Hua Twelve slammed the letter on the table and said, "Are you going to read it or not? You want me to call Zhou Rong sister? Unless she sincerely apologizes and realizes her mistake, forget it!"

Li Suhua covered her chest and said, "You want to piss me off to death? My heart is like this..."

Hua Twelve rolled his eyes:

"Mom, you're covering it wrong. The heart is on the left side, why are you covering the right side?"

"Besides, it's not my fault in this matter of Zhou Rong. You didn't let Zhou Rong apologize, but forced me to forgive her first. This is unreasonable. Besides, it was my father who said he cut off ties with her. It's not my turn to change my words first!"

Li Suhua was also quite embarrassed. She was so anxious that she didn't realize she covered the wrong side. Then she heard that what her youngest son said made sense, so she stopped forcing him and snorted:
"You have grown up, become capable, become a leader, and know how to reason with your mother."

Hua Twelve chuckled, knowing that the old lady was playing the family card again, and quickly opened the letter:

“I started reading!”

Li Suhua hadn't used her ultimate move yet, but when she heard her son was about to start reading the letter, she quickly wiped her eyes with her hand:
"Then read it quickly, Mom is listening!"

When she wiped it, the red circles under her eyes, which had been caused by what she said, instantly returned to normal, and her misty eyes became clear.

Hua Twelve saw it clearly and thought that it was almost like having a special ability.

He unfolded the letter and began to read:
"Dear brother Bingkun!"

Hua Shier got goosebumps after reading it. He thought this letter was the same as the one he wrote half a month ago, written to Li Suhua and had nothing to do with him. He didn't expect that from the beginning it was actually written to him.

And based on this sickeningly sweet name, Hua Twelve can guarantee 100% that this letter from Zhou Rong is definitely a weasel wishing you a happy new year, and she has no good intentions.

Li Suhua was listening at the side and was very happy:
"Look at your sister, she calls you dear brother, but look at you, what a piece of shit, ugh!"

Hua Twelve used the letter paper to block Li Suhua's spit:

"If you spit on the letter again, it will be wasted. You won't be able to read the words clearly, so don't blame me!"

Li Suhua was so angry that she almost picked up the feather duster again:

"Then why don't you just stop blocking it!"

Hua Twelve was speechless. If I don't block you, you will spit on my face, right? I spit on others, how could I be spit on by others!
He continued:

"Dear brother, I haven't written to you for a long time. I wonder if you are still sitting comfortably in your position as the head of the security department? I heard that the timber factory has a heavy production task recently. As a new official, you must not be chopped or hit by those second-rate thieves who steal timber!"

Li Suhua pointed at Hua Twelve and said, "Your sister is worried about you!"

Hua Twelve thought to himself that you really can't tell good from bad, you don't wish well for me!
He rolled his eyes and continued reading:

"Everything is fine in Guizhou. I study hard while working, and my ideological awareness has improved greatly."

"A few days ago, I wrote a short poem praising our great motherland and working people. I didn't expect it to be noticed by the editor of Guizhou R Newspaper and published in the literature and art section."

"I'm enclosing a newspaper clipping for you to read. Although I'm in the countryside, I can still pick up a pen."

"Don't you always say that I need to 'correct my thinking'? Now that my poems can be published in the provincial newspaper, it means that the organization recognizes my progress. I just don't know, as a security chief, can you write such works besides catching thieves?

Attached poem: "Morning Song in the Mountain Village"

The red sun in the sky leaps out from the peaks,
Illuminating the layers of terraces;
The working people wield their silver hoes,

Sow hope on the land of the commune.

The clear spring in the mountain stream gurgles.
Like the good news from Beijing coming from the radio.

The educated youth carried heavy baskets on their shoulders.

But her footsteps are lighter than the spring breeze.

Ah! Great motherland!
You have nurtured us with five thousand years of civilization.
And with the sunshine of the new era,

Let us be reborn through labor!
I want to be a seed of revolution,

Taking root and sprouting in this warm land;

When October comes,
Share the joy of harvest with all workers!

(Originally published in Guizhou R Newspaper, page 1969, Xth month, 3)
"How is it? The realm of thought displayed in this poem is much higher than yours, isn't it? My brother, although you have been inferior to me in everything since you were a child, you must not feel ashamed of yourself. I was born with talent and it will be useful. If you look carefully, you may be able to find some good points in me."

"You may not be convinced by what I said. After all, you showed a little bit of talent before your elder brother left. But I want to tell you that I met a lot of educated youth from the Magic City and Beijing in Guizhou. Their knowledge and their ideological level are much higher than that of a commoner like you. This is the truth that there are always people better than you!"

"Finally, I want to remind you: being a section chief is not a big deal. You must always be vigilant against the erosion of bourgeois ideology. Look at me. I can write articles that can be published in newspapers under such a difficult environment. This is real ability!"

Your progressive sister, Zhou Rong!

X month x day 1969

Li Suhua's face was flushed, and she listened happily. When she saw Hua Twelve stopped reading, she urged:

"Nian, did your sister ask me? Did she tell me how she is doing now?"

Hua Twelve wanted to say no, so he didn't mention you, but seeing Li Suhua's expectant look, he couldn't bear it and coughed lightly:
"Ah, my mouth is dry from not reciting. I'll drink some water and then continue reciting!"

Li Suhua pushed the large teacup on the table in front of him:
"Then drink it quickly. You have been like this since you were a kid. Lazy donkeys poop a lot!"

Hua Shier used the time he spent drinking water to come up with some lyrics:

"My sister started asking you, how is our mom?"

Li Suhua was so happy: "Very good!"

Hua Twelve: "Last time you wrote to me, you said your eyes were a little uncomfortable. Have you recovered yet?"

Li Suhua smiled happily: "It's healed now. The doctor at the clinic said it was caused by crying. It will be fine if you stop crying!"

Hua Twelve was speechless: "I'm reading a letter, please stop interrupting me. Zhou Rong can't hear you if you keep talking here!"

Li Suhua agreed repeatedly:
"Your sister cares about me, and I'm not happy about it. Okay, go ahead and read it. I won't interrupt you!"

Hua Twelve continued to write:

"When it's cold, wear more clothes. When it's warm, wear less clothes. When you're hungry, eat more. When you're not hungry, eat less. When you have nothing to do, take a walk more often. That will make your body healthier!"

Li Suhua slapped her thigh and said, "Look how filial your sister is!"

After she finished speaking, she hit Hua Twelve and said, "Why are you rolling your eyes? Keep reading!"

Hua Twelve was speechless. He looked at the letter that had nothing on it and asked him to write a lot of content. He said helplessly:

"Are you still studying?"

Li Suhua nodded and said, "Ah, your sister hasn't told me how she is doing, whether she is suffering or not. Can you tell me how she is doing?"

Hua Twelve had no choice but to continue editing:
"Mom, don't worry, I'm doing fine here. I farm and fetch water every day. I'm so happy. I also milk the cows. The cows eat too much and have indigestion, so I use my fingers to pick out their poop. As a result, I burst all over and even got it in my mouth!"

Li Suhua frowned as she listened: "Oh, my Rong'er is suffering so much!"

Hua Twelve composed the lyrics:
"But it's nothing, don't worry, mom. I've become more serious through my studies. If the cow poops at me, I'll use it to make egg tarts."

Li Suhua had a puzzled look on her face: "What is egg tart?"

Hua Shier was talking nonsense for a moment, and quickly tried to make amends:
"Okay, mom, there's nothing more to it. Can't you see that she just wrote a crappy poem and is showing it off to me!"

Li Suhua is still not satisfied:
"Bingkun, read to me again what your sister said to me!"

Hua Twelve was speechless. He had just made up a story without thinking it through. If he read it again and it didn't match, he was afraid that he would be exposed. He immediately refused:
"I won't read it anymore. What's so good about reading about my father? It's disgusting just to hear it!"

Li Suhua heard this and said, "That's right, then read your sister's poem to mom again!"

Hua Shier had no choice but to recite the poem written by Zhou Rong again.

Li Suhua clapped her hands: "It's really well written!"

Hua Twelve curled his lips and said, "What's so good about that? People pay attention to rhyme when writing poems, ping ping ze ze ping ping ze, ze ze ping ping ze ze ping, look at what she wrote!"

He must have felt guilty for using the standards of ancient poetry to measure modern poetry. The key point was that he didn't know much about modern poetry, and he couldn't tell what level Zhou Rong's writing was.

Li Suhua said, "You are just jealous of your sister. If her writing is not good, how can it be published in that newspaper?"

"I'm jealous of her?" Hua Shier laughed, but it was hard to refute this. After all, Zhou Rong's thing was in the newspaper, and whatever he said would sound jealous.

"Okay, just keep the letter from your precious daughter carefully!"

He went back to his room. Li Suhua happily put the letter away, planning to show it off when she met her old sisters.

After putting away the letter, Li Suhua shouted towards the room:
"Bingkun, I'll think about what to say today. Please help me write a letter back to your sister tomorrow!"

Hua Shier returned to the cabin, feeling that Zhou Rong had shown off this time. He wanted to write a letter to fight back, but then he thought, forget it. There was no point in teasing her without any practical information. He would wait until he achieved some results in a few days, and then he would talk about it.
The next day, Hua Twelve went to work. At noon, Li Suhua wanted to heat up two steamed buns to eat, and Chunyan's mother came in with a small rice bowl:
"Old sister, you are at home. Have you eaten at noon?"

Li Suhua's eyes were fine at this moment, and he recognized the person and couldn't help but smile:

"Aunt, why are you here? I haven't eaten yet. I'm just about to heat up two steamed buns and some potato soup that I made this morning. I'll heat them up a little more and you can eat with me!"

Aunt Qiao opened the rice bowl she brought with her:

"Why are you still eating potato soup? Look what this is."

Li Suhua saw something like a chicken in the soup with oil floating in it. As soon as she opened the lid, she smelled the aroma and felt very hungry.

She asked curiously, "Is this chicken soup? Where did the chicken come from? It smells so good!"

Aunt Qiao smiled complacently:
"What little chicken? This is a flying dragon. Chunyan'er's father went to the suburbs to cast a sticky net the day before yesterday and caught a flying dragon. I was thinking about eating the fish sent by Bingkun these days, and my family doesn't have anything good to give in return, so I stewed this flying dragon and sent it to you for you to try!"

Feilong is the name used in Northeast China, and it actually means hazel grouse. As the old saying goes, there is dragon meat in the sky and donkey meat on the ground, and dragon meat refers to this.

Li Suhua also knew that this thing was not easy to make, so she quickly declined. Aunt Qiao smiled and said:
"I'm just trying this for fun. There's not much meat on it. It's not as good as the fish you sent me. Why are you pushing it? How about this? I'll eat at your place at noon so that we can enjoy it together. I'll save one bowl for Bingkun!"

As he said this, he went into the house carrying the basin.

Li Suhua was also happy. This was the give-and-take that was called human nature. With this visit, they felt their relationship became closer. She immediately heated up the steamed bread and served some potato soup, and she chatted with Chunyan's mother while eating.

As she was talking, Li Suhua wanted to show off and took out the letter Zhou Rong wrote yesterday:

"Aunt, someone delivered a letter this morning, saying it was from Zhou Rong. Bingkun'er isn't at home, and I can't read. You work on the street, and you know how to read. How about you read it to me?"

Chunyan's mother did not refuse:
"Okay, but I don't know many words. If there are some you don't recognize, don't worry, just come back and ask Bingkun!"

She took the letter and started reading it. When she heard that Zhou Rong's poems were published in the newspaper, she was also surprised and followed suit to praise her several times.

When Li Suhua heard her praising her daughter, she couldn't close her smile.

After Chunyan's mother finished reading the last words that Zhou Rong pointed out to Zhou Bingkun, she began to understand the meaning of the letter:

"Oh, what are these two sisters competing for? It's really interesting!"

Li Suhua didn't take it seriously and reminded with a smile:

"Aunt, please continue reading!"

Chunyan's mother asked in confusion, "Hasn't it all been read? What else is there to read?"

Li Suhua quickly reminded:
"Rong'er, this kid never asked me anything. I love listening to you read this!"

Chunyan's mother pointed at the letter and said, "That's all. There's no more!"

Li Suhua looked at the letter that Chunyan's mother pointed at, and her smile gradually became a little unnatural.

When Hua Shier came home from get off work, he found that Li Suhua was unhappy. He tried to coax her a few times, but the latter just smiled reluctantly. He simply took out a pen and paper:
"Okay, Mom, didn't you ask me to write a letter to your precious daughter yesterday? Just tell me what you want to write, and I'll write it for you!"

Li Suhua smiled: "Mom hasn't thought about what to say yet, let's talk about it later!"

Hua Shier really thought that she had not thought it through, and asked her twice why she was unhappy, but Li Suhua didn't say anything. But after two days, she was fine, and the old lady had a smile on her face again.

It was not until a week later when he went out fishing with Qiao Chunyan, Gan Chao and Guoqing that he understood the reason from Qiao Chunyan.

It turned out that when Li Suhua heard that Zhou Rong did not ask her in the letter, Chunyan'er's mother saw the disappointment on her face. Nowadays, women comrades usually have good intentions but cannot control themselves, so they tell it when they get home:
"You said that the daughter of the Zhou family was raised in vain. She wrote a letter to quarrel with her brother, but her mother didn't ask a single question. Bingkun's mother was very sad."

After hearing this, Hua Shier finally understood and thought to himself, Zhou Rong, you are committing a sin!
The next day after get off work, Li Suhua was so happy that she took out a letter:

"Bingkun'er, your brother has also sent a letter, read it to mom!"

Hua Shier opened the letter from Zhou Bingyi. This boss did a good job of saving face. He started by asking about the family and his mother's health, and asked Zhou Bingkun to take good care of his mother.

Hua Twelve has always hated those who do nothing themselves but point fingers at others when they are doing things, just like Zhou Bingyi. If he is not around, don't bother about him. If you are worried, just come back and be filial to your mother. You keep talking in the letter, and you are nice to your mother only with words. Is it fun to pretend to be filial to her?

He curled his lips after he finished reading it, but Li Suhua was so happy that her eyebrows were not visible. She loved listening to her eldest son's verbal filial piety.

Next, the words Zhou Bingyi wrote in the letter began to come out.

The second piece of letter paper was written to Hua Twelve.

Dear Bingkun:
"It's been a while since we last contacted each other. I heard that you're doing very well as the head of the security department at the lumber mill? That's great news! But as your big brother, I still want to remind you: It's easy to catch a thief, but it's hard to catch his thoughts. Don't just focus on managing others and forget to change your own worldview."

"I received a letter from Zhou Rong a few days ago. I heard that her poems were published in Guizhou R Newspaper. I read it carefully. It is really well written, with sincere emotions and progressive ideas. Even the propaganda officer of our Corps said that she is talented. After all, she is a child of our Zhou family. Although she lives in the countryside, her talent and awareness really bring honor to our family. Don't you think so?"

"Speaking of which, I also have good news to tell you. Thanks to the organization's trust, I have been officially transferred to the Corps Propaganda Department."

"The 'Battle Song of the Great Northern Wilderness' I wrote last month has been printed as study material and is being circulated among all the companies. The leader said that my behavior is like 'a prodigal son returning home is worth more than gold'. Although I had some ideological fluctuations before, I am finally on the right track now."

(A page of mimeographed material is enclosed with this letter so you can also see my handwriting)

Hua Shier took a quick look and thought that was all, so he continued reading.

"I have to thank you for that. If you hadn't written to 'remind' the Corps leaders to help me correct my thoughts, I might still be working in the agricultural company."

"Now that I think about it, your trick of 'provoking' is really clever! But then again, besides catching a few wood thieves, what else can you do? Write poems? Write articles? Or can you just report to the boss?"

"You have to work hard, Bingkun'er!"

"By the way, last time you were concerned about my personal problems, I thought carefully, Bingkun, you are also old enough to find a partner, and I, as your brother, didn't do enough before. Now I want to remind you that finding a partner is not easy, it also depends on your ideological awareness."

"The female soldiers in our Corps Art Troupe can all write and sing, and they are also very capable when it comes to labor. Do you want me to introduce one to you? I guarantee she'll be better than the common people."

"Finally, I'll leave you with a word of advice: Don't think that being a section chief is great. Look at your older brother and older sister. One is doing propaganda in the military corps, and the other is writing poems for newspapers in the countryside. These are real talents! You still need to study harder!"

"Your elder brother with progressive ideas—Zhou Bingyi!"

Hua Twelve was so angry that he laughed after reading it. Zhou Bingyi and Zhou Rong have made great progress. Their letters are full of sarcastic and gossipy words, and others would think they are really nice to him when they hear them.

Li Suhua was like this, and smiled:
"Look how much your brother misses you, he even wants to introduce you to a female soldier!"

Hua Twelve was speechless:
"Is he thinking about me? He's thinking about me because you insisted on talking about Chunyan and Zheng Juan when I wrote a letter to him for you last time. He's poking me!"

After being mocked and shown off by Zhou Rong and Zhou Bingkun, Hua Shier felt that he had to fight back.

After helping Li Suhua write a reply letter to Zhou Bingyi, he returned to his room, picked up paper and pen and started writing quickly.

Two months later, at the request of their superiors, people from all over the country put down their work, gathered together, and listened to the news and learned about the thoughts of the capital.

In the Northeast Construction Corps, Zhou Bingyi’s Propaganda Department organized everyone to gather in front of the Corps office building, and everyone sat there quietly holding small stools.

In Taiping Commune, Guizhou Province, Zhou Rong and other educated youth, as well as local farmers, also took small stools and sat in the threshing yard, listening to the sound on the radio.

After the news was over, I suddenly heard the host on the radio say:

"ZY Radio, now broadcasting a special newsletter!"

"The song 'I Love You China', composed by Comrade Zhou Bingkun, the security chief of Jichun Red Star Timber Factory, was highly praised by the elders for its sincere revolutionary sentiments and lofty ideological realm."

"This song expresses the deep love of hundreds of millions of working people for their motherland and is a model work of 'literature and art serving workers, peasants and soldiers'."

Then the radio began to play Hua Twelve's beautiful and moving song, yes, the version sung by Ping An:

Lark flies across the blue sky
I love you china

I love you china

I love you china

I love you the flourishing seedlings of spring
I love your golden fruits in autumn
I love your pine temperament

I love you red plum character

I love the sugar cane in your hometown
It's like milk nourishing my heart
Northeast Construction Corps, Zhou Bingyi was dumbfounded, he felt some difficulty breathing, chest tightness. Didn't I just write a letter to provoke you, did you have to use such a big trick?
At the threshing ground of Taiping Commune in Guizhou Province, Zhou Rong was about to use a pen to record the advanced ideas on the radio, but now her face turned pale because she broke the pen because she used too much force with her fingers.

Around Zhou Bingyi and Zhou Rong, their comrades-in-arms and educated youth all felt excited when listening to the song, and they all felt that the song was so well written.

At the Shancheng Dasanxian construction site, Zhou Zhigang couldn't believe it and asked his apprentice, "Who? Who did the broadcast say wrote it? Bingkun?"

His apprentice nodded and said, "Yes, Master, it is said that Jichun Zhou Bingkun wrote it!"

Zhou Zhigang was so happy that he could not control himself. Regardless of the fact that it was time for ideological study, he said to the people around him:
"My son, the one who wrote this song is Zhou Bingkun, my old friend!"

One leader said with a smile, "Calm down, Old Zhou. You are far worse than your son!"

After the song was over, the host added:

"It is particularly worth mentioning that although Comrade Zhou Bingkun's main job is a grassroots security cadre, he can create such affectionate works, which fully demonstrates that revolutionary literature and art comes from the fiery practice of life. According to our reporter, Comrade Zhou Bingkun is conscientious and responsible in his daily work. Although he has not been working for long, he has solved several theft cases. He is truly a 'civil and military man'."

The next step was to call on all walks of life to learn from Zhou Bingkun. I won’t go into detail on the specific content, but in short, both Zhou Rong and Zhou Bingyi felt like they had suffered a series of critical hits.

Not long after, both of them received letters from Jichun.

Zhou Bingyi and Zhou Rong, this pair of siblings, although from different places, made the same choice at the same time. They didn't even read the letter and just burned it!
If I don't look at Zhou Bingkun, you can't hurt me!
Hua Shierleng used a plagiarized song to beat Zhou Bingyi and Zhou Rong, a pair of arrogant siblings, to the point that they were almost driven into autism!

Thanks to: 08a, Brother Xiao Xiaohu in the Demon World for the reward, and thanks to the brothers who voted for monthly votes and recommendation votes, thank you very much.