The golden age began in 1977

Chapter 31 Escape from the tiger’s mouth
Qian Jin took a quick look.

My heart skipped a beat.

After walking on the road at night for many years, I finally encountered a ghost!

Five people appeared in front and behind him at once, all wearing grass-green Type 65 military uniforms and green military caps with red five-pointed stars.

After coming here in 77, he read and learned a lot, and his understanding of the current situation is almost the same as that of ordinary people.

So when he saw the five people's attire, he knew that the situation was not good.

The 65 military uniform is divided into officer uniform and soldier uniform. The former has four pockets on the top and bottom, while the latter has only two pockets.

Among the five people, one was wearing cadre uniform and four were wearing soldier uniforms. They were like a small anti-vote team on the city streets.

The team stared at him with sharp eyes, which made him panic: He ran into a rabbit while taking a shit in the grass, he really ran into it!

The cadre, dressed as if he was in his thirties, stomped his three-jointed leather shoes on the ground, making a loud thumping sound: "Squat down! Didn't you hear me squatting down?"

Qian Jin wanted to squat down.

Then the cadre said, "Take him away!"

After hearing this, Qian Jin quit.

There were no law enforcement recorders in those days. Once a person was taken away, he would become two pieces of meat on a water bed. Whether they could be rubbed, kneaded or pinched was up to others, right?

In the evening, there are many people at the street intersections.

Qian Jinxin immediately started to make a scene:
"Hey, hey, hey, comrades, they beat people up, they robbed people, they robbed advanced people who supported agriculture, they robbed models who helped farmers in the autumn harvest..."

Many people gathered around.

Watch the fun.

The cadre sneered, "Playing rogue, pretending to be innocent? We've seen this kind of thing many times, and we've seen people like you many times too!"

As he said this, he unbuckled his belt and knocked the full bag on the back seat with his belt buckle:

"Catch the thief and the stolen goods! Come, open it and let the comrades see what's inside!"

When the bag was opened, peanuts, vegetables, and seasonings were revealed. "I don't need to tell you what illegal trafficking of agricultural and sideline products is, right?"

Qian Jin was very calm: "What kind of behavior? Mutual aid between workers and peasants!"

"Yes, I brought agricultural and sideline products, but look at how much agricultural and sideline products I brought? Is it worth reselling?"

He emptied all the contents of the bag for the onlookers to see:
"Today I went to the Red Star Liujia Production Team of the Red Star Commune to support agriculture. This is a small token of gratitude from the production team!"

"Comrades, please judge for yourself. Is it worth reselling these few things of mine? Women with larger families buy more vegetables than I do at the market!"

Fortunately, he couldn't carry too much weight during the long journey, and the conditions in the production team were average, so the gifts prepared for him were relatively small.

Otherwise, my crotch would be covered in yellow mud today!
"Look at these corncobs. I'm telling you I deserve this. Why?"

"Before this rainstorm, our labor commando team went to the countryside to support farmers in the harvest season. I drove my Dongfanghong tractor to help several production teams transport corn. They were so grateful to me that they insisted on giving me some so I could use it as kindling for the fire!"

There are righteous people among the crowd.

A female textile factory worker in work clothes pointed at him and said, "Comrade, your name is Qian Jin? An educated youth from Taishan Road?"

Qian Jin nodded hurriedly.

My buddy is actually famous?
The woman worker continued, "I've seen you in the newspaper!"

Qian Jin was stunned.

Comrade, have I been in the newspaper?
This is a big deal!

Nowadays, if someone can appear in the newspaper as a positive figure, it is a big deal that requires them to buy dozens of copies and distribute them to their relatives, friends and colleagues one by one, and brag about it for a whole year.

Even the streets organize learning activities.

Qian Jin didn't know he had been in the newspaper.

Of course, it was normal that he didn't buy newspapers on a regular basis, but the neighborhood committee subscribed to all newspapers published in Haibin City. Why didn't anyone notify him?

As soon as the female worker reminded him, someone else looked at him carefully and said:
"It's him, from the Taishan Road Labor Commando."

"He was one of the ten outstanding individuals in supporting agriculture and preparing for the autumn harvest, and the union leaders gave him a certificate of honor."

"My upstairs brother Liang attended the commendation meeting. He must know some outstanding individuals. I live over here. I'll go call him..."

The masses spoke out one after another.

The team didn't feel well.

The cadre strapped on his armor belt and said, "Take him away first! Bring him back to our unit for a thorough investigation!"

A pockmarked young man hesitated:
"Captain Jiang, I've read our unit's Haibin Labor News, and it seems to be true. This comrade looks familiar to me..."

Captain Jiang said impatiently: "Take him back and investigate slowly. We won't wrongly accuse a good man!"

Qian Jin didn't dare to be taken away.

If he found gold by searching the cardboard in the basket carefully, he would be in danger.

So he immediately yelled in grievance: "Why did you arrest me for no apparent reason?"

"This is a slander against me and an insult to my character!"

"How are you going to tell the street about me after you've arrested me? You want to take me away? Fine! Let's go to the countryside, to the Red Star Commune! Let's go to the production team and investigate all the members!"

Soon, a worker who had participated in the commendation meeting was called over. When he saw Qian Jin, he took the initiative to shake his hand and said, "Comrade Qian Jin, I'm Liang Qingmiao from the Second Machine Factory. Haha, after the meeting..."

"We talked about it after the meeting! We even said that we should have a meal together if there was a chance to deepen our relationship!" How could Qian Jin remember who he was?
But he remembered chatting with many workers after the meeting.

Liang Qingmiao was even happier to see that he remembered her.

He told the anti-vote team, "I am a worker in the second workshop of the Second Machine Factory, and I can prove that this comrade is an advanced member of the agricultural support team."

"Not only that, he also hates evil. When he discovered that some corrupt officials had joined the commendation team through the backdoor at the commendation meeting, he took the initiative to expose them and fought unwaveringly!"

"Not only that, the newspaper said he endured the grief of losing his family to support agriculture—the headline was 'Death of Father, Not Lost, Supporting Agriculture as a Pioneer!'" The woman's words won many people's sympathy and admiration for Qian Jin. Captain Jiang couldn't leave the stage, so he could only force himself to say, "As for those who support agriculture, there are people who use this title to engage in smuggling..."

"Bullshit!" Qian Jin took off his clothes and threw them on the ground, then took off his shoes to show everyone the dried mud on the soles. "I went to the countryside and worked all day at the Red Star Liujia Production Team!"

"I must go to the production team! I cannot accept such slander! I lost my parents and returned to the city from the countryside with nothing. All I have left is honor, and that's what I treasure most!"

"If you slander me like this, I'll fight you to the bitter end! I'm going to report you to the union! I'm going to unite all the poor peasants in the production team and report you to the provincial government!"

A young man who had just arrived to watch the excitement asked, "Are you going to the Red Star Liujia Production Team to support agriculture? Is that the Red Star Liujia in the Red Star Commune?"

Qian Jin said: "Yes!"

The young man muttered, "There's such a thing? My uncle is the production team leader of the Red Star Liu family. I have to talk to him about this."

Captain Jiang unbuttoned his uniform and sweat appeared on his cheeks.

What else did he want to say.

Nothing to say.

The pockmarked young man looked ashamed and walked up to Qian Jin and bowed:
"I'm sorry, Comrade Qian Jin. This time we acted without conducting a thorough investigation and made the mistake of dogmatism."

"I don't want to shirk responsibility, but after we received the report..."

"Chang Shengli!" Captain Jiang quickly pulled him over, "What about discipline?"

Qian Jin's heart sank.

report? !
Captain Jiang coughed twice, looked around, and waved his hand: "After our inspection, you are not speculating. Let's go."

Qian Jin put aside his thoughts and continued angrily: "Let's go?!"

"You insult my personality, how can I leave..."

Captain Jiang left with his four men.

To be exact, running.

He runs really fast.

Some people couldn't stand it and said, "They are too arrogant. Are they still cadres of the working people? I will go back and report them for being out of touch with the people!"

Several people responded: "Yes, report them, this is too much!"

The crowd dispersed.

At this time, someone yelled:

"Lao Qian, Lao Qian? I heard you were dealt with by the anti-vote office? Damn it, comrade, I'm here, I'm bringing my comrades to support you!"

No need to look at the money coming in.

Xu Weidong is here.

The entire second team is here.

Qian Jin was helpless: "What are you doing here? Are you here to clean the floor?"

Xu Weidong was puzzled. "Scrubbing the floor? We're not sanitation workers. Where are the people who voted in the voting office? What's going on?"

Qian Jin was still angry but also felt lucky.

Fortunately, he sold the old things directly.

Otherwise, he will be in big trouble today!
Xu Weidong saw the fruits and vegetables on the ground and said with a wry smile, "It seems like it was a misunderstanding. Why did you bring so many things?"

Qian Jin said weakly, "The Liu family's folks remember that you have a big appetite and are worried that you'll starve to death in the city. An old lady specially wrapped some peanuts in a foot binding cloth and asked me to bring them to you..."

"Go!" Xu Weidong, who was cracking peanuts, was embarrassed.

The crowd roared with laughter.

The dusk is falling and the sun is half setting.

A long chime echoed from the distant train station clock tower, and a song blared from a street loudspeaker: "The helmsman is the key to sailing the sea..."

Qian Jin had previously promised to treat the second team to a meal.

The team members just gathered together.

He said, "Come on, come to my house tonight and I'll make you something delicious."

On the way, I met Zhang Hongbo, who was panting and sweating profusely.

Zhang Hongbo was a little surprised to see him leading a group of people towards him: "Qian Jin, are you okay?"

"I just got the news that you were detained by the Anti-Voting Office, and I wanted to go see what was going on!"

Qian Jin showed a hypocritical and enthusiastic smile: "Thank you for your concern, Director Zhang. I'm fine now, but this matter is not over yet."

"Their team slandered you, do you want to report them?" Zhang Hongbo asked.

Qian Jin looked at him straight.

Zhang Hongbo looked like someone swallowing icicles in the coldest days of winter—shivering from the inside out. "What's wrong?"

Qian Jin smiled and said, "It's okay. I won't report them because they promised to cooperate with me."

"Cooperation?" Zhang Hongbo was even more confused.

Qian Jin said: "They admitted that someone had falsely reported me for reselling rural supplies, so they were lying in wait for me."

"As long as I don't report them, they will tell me who is slandering me!"

Zhang Hongbo was delighted: "That's fine, we can deal with him together then!"

"He must be punished!"

(End of this chapter)