Traveling through the Great Northern Wilderness and marrying the most beautiful educated youth.

Su Qingyun folded the letter of introduction neatly and put it in her pocket.

This thing isn't big, but it's related to the rest of his and Lin Wanqiu's lives.

Su Xiaowen was just about to put away the inkpad.

Su Qingyun reached into her pocket, pulled out a box of Double Happiness cigarettes, and stuffed it into his hand.

Su Xiaowen was startled.

"Qingyun, what are you doing?"

This is Double Happiness.

Village officials can't even spare a few minutes a year.

Su Qingyun pressed down on his hand, her tone harsh.

"Isn't it only right for a junior to show respect to his elders? If you consider me your junior, then take this!"

Su Xiaowen's face hardened.

"You little brat, trying to pull this on your Third Grandfather?"

He said that, but his hand didn't push it out anymore.

The way he looked at Su Qingyun was noticeably more amiable.

sensible.

They know their limits.

Unlike before, when he couldn't utter a single word for ages.

Su Qingyun struck while the iron was hot.

"Third Grandfather, there's something else."

"From now on, I'll be assigned to all the grass-cutting work in the team to the reed marshes."

Su Xiaowen frowned.

"That place is deep and full of mosquitoes; everyone else is trying to avoid it, and you're still going?"

Su Qingyun smiled.

"I'm strong and healthy, I'm not afraid."

"Besides, when I separate from the family and build my own house in the future, I also want to build it there."

Su Xiaowen was stunned.

"By the reed pond? It's far from the village, the road is difficult to travel, and there's hardly anyone around at night."

It's better if there's no popularity.

Su Qingyun knew exactly what was going on.

That secluded spot provided perfect cover for my personal belongings.

In the future, whatever we plant or raise will be less likely to attract unwanted attention.

He said, "I want some peace and quiet. It's also close to the educated youth settlement, which will make it convenient for me to go to and from work in late autumn."

Su Xiaowen tapped his pipe and pondered for a moment.

"Land is not something that can be decided with a single word."

Su Qingyun remained silent, carefully putting away the letter of introduction and standing firmly.

Su Xiaowen looked at the cigarette in his hand, then at him.

"become."

"I'll make a verbal note for you. Once your family's division of property is finalized, I'll put in a good word for you at the team meeting."

Su Qingyun felt relieved.

"Thank you, Third Grandpa."

This step has now been successfully completed.

Meanwhile, in the female dormitory of the educated youth settlement.

Zhao Juan huddled by the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), her face deathly pale.

He covered his stomach with a tattered quilt, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

She got her period a few days ago.

Unfortunately, I had no oil in my stomach, so I only drank half a bowl of thin porridge that was so thin it was almost transparent in the morning.

Right now, I'm trembling from the pain.

Lin Wanqiu had just returned from outside when she saw her like this and quickly closed the door.

"Zhao Juan, why are you in so much pain?"

Zhao Juan gritted her teeth and waved her hand.

"It's okay, just bear with it and it will pass."

No sooner had she finished speaking than another sharp pain shot through her stomach.

She was in so much pain that tears came to her eyes.

Lin Wanqiu felt a pang of sadness.

She touched her chest.

There, hidden, were the white rice balls that Su Qingyun had given her.

She didn't eat anything the whole way.

White rice.

Who wouldn't be envious if they saw this?

But seeing Zhao Juan like this, she didn't hesitate at all.

Lin Wanqiu took out the rice ball and stuffed it into Zhao Juan's hand.

"Shh... Keep your voice down, eat quickly. We absolutely can't let anyone see us."

Zhao Juan was stunned.

The rice balls still had a faint aroma of rice.

It's white and soft.

Her tears immediately fell.

"Late autumn, this stuff is too precious, I can't eat it."

Lin Wanqiu pressed her hand down.

"You're already in this state, why are you still being so polite with me?"

"Eat quickly, it will warm your stomach."

Zhao Juan held the rice ball and carefully took a bite.

The aroma of rice spread in my mouth.

Her tears flowed even more fiercely.

"Late Autumn, you're so good to me."

Lin Wanqiu poured her half a bowl of hot water.

"Don't talk, eat slowly."

Suddenly, a series of hurried footsteps sounded outside the dormitory door.

Song Jiahui rushed back, clutching her stomach and her face turning pale.

She must have eaten something for lunch, because she went to the outhouse several times.

I came back to get some toilet paper, and as soon as I opened the door, I smelled the aroma of rice.

Her eyes widened instantly.

Looking at the white rice ball in Zhao Juan's hand, he was stunned for a moment, then his face lit up with joy.

"Well, you two dared to steal grain!"

Lin Wanqiu's expression changed, and she quickly stepped in front of Zhao Juan.

"Song Jiahui, don't talk nonsense!"

Song Jiahui rushed up and snatched the rice ball away.

Zhao Juan hurriedly reached out to snatch it.

"This was given to me by Wanqiu!"

"For you?"

Song Jiahui gave a sharp, cold laugh.

"She's a backward person, where would she get white rice balls?"

She had disliked Lin Wanqiu for a long time.

Being good-looking and literate means that even if something happens in the family, there will always be someone to protect them.

Last time she reported Lin Wanqiu for hoarding books, she almost killed him.

This time, they've finally found the Achilles' heel.

Song Jiahui held up the rice ball and rushed outside.

"Everyone come quick! Lin Wanqiu, that backward element, is stealing!"

This shout caused an uproar at the educated youth settlement.

The educated youth who weren't working and the villagers who were passing by all gathered around.

Stealing grain.

These three words were considered more offensive than cursing one's ancestors in the production team.

The crowd started making a fuss, pointing and whispering.

"White rice balls? Where did she get them?"

"Could they really have stolen the team's rations?"

"Lin Wanqiu's family background was never good, so it's hard to say for sure."

The more people Song Jiahui met, the more excited she became.

She held the rice ball high in the air.

"This is the evidence!"

"Smell this, it's white rice!"

Zhao Juan's face turned pale, and she cried in distress.

"It wasn't stolen, it really wasn't stolen..."

"Where did it come from?" Song Jiahui immediately pressed.

Zhao Juan choked.

Lin Wanqiu also fell silent.

Can she say that Su Qingyun gave it to her?

No.

The origin of this white rice is unclear.

Once Su Qingyun is implicated, he'll be finished once the label of speculation and profiteering is attached to him.

Lin Wanqiu bit her lip tightly, refusing to utter a sound.

The crowd's gazes immediately changed.

Disgust, suspicion, and schadenfreude were all directed at her.

Just then, the crowd was roughly pushed aside.

Liu Dahu led several militiamen and rushed in.

He had a gun slung over his shoulder and a belt around his waist.

When he looked at Lin Wanqiu, a fierce glint appeared in his eyes.

He still remembers the embarrassment he suffered at the brigade headquarters yesterday.

Liu Dahu snapped his belt.

"What happened?"

Song Jiahui quickly moved closer.

"Captain Liu, Lin Wanqiu has been caught red-handed stealing grain!"

Liu Dahu stared at the white rice ball, his Adam's apple bobbing.

Such good rice, his family might not even be able to afford it during the Chinese New Year.

He looked at Lin Wanqiu with a cold smile.

"Lin, you've got some nerve."

"Stealing public grain is a serious matter."

Lin Wanqiu's face was pale, but she stood ramrod straight.

"I didn't steal it."

Song Jiahui smiled sarcastically.

"Didn't you steal it? Then could it have been sent by your father, who's in a cowshed in Inner Mongolia?"

The crowd burst into laughter.

Lin Wanqiu was so angry that she trembled all over and her eyes were red.

But she still didn't say a single word about Su Qingyun.

Seeing that she was stubborn, Liu Dahu felt even more smug.

"Fine, you won't tell, huh?"

He waved his hand.

"Take him back to the militia station and interrogate him thoroughly!"

Two militiamen stepped forward.

Zhao Juan rushed over, crying.

"Don't grab her! I ate the rice ball!"

Song Jiahui then shoved the rice ball in front of everyone.

His face was full of malice and glee.

"We didn't steal!" Lin Wanqiu hurriedly explained.

However, it seems that he can't convince anyone at all.

"I didn't steal it, so where did the rice ball come from!"

Song Jiahui's finger was almost pointing at Lin Wanqiu's face.