The atmosphere in the yard was very awkward. After learning that Hong Yanwu was a worker, many policemen and worker militiamen began to discuss in low voices. No one was sure whether they should write a letter of praise to Hong Yanwu.

Faced with this change in attitude, Zhao Zhenmin scratched his head and couldn't help but feel grievances for Hong Yanwu.

"Hey~hey~hey! I said why are you all like this? What happened to this brother who has been sent to a labor camp? Only those who have done good deeds should be praised. Director Qin, didn't you say that the first duty of the police is to punish those who have made mistakes?

Is it good to reform a person? Facts have proved that this brother has reformed well..."

Director Qin frowned and kept thinking, seemingly not hearing anything.

At this time, Deputy Director Sun had read Hong Yanwu's materials carefully. When he heard Zhao Zhenmin's words, he raised his head and smiled sarcastically. "Okay, Zhao Zhenmin, you and the labor camp inmates are really in harmony, and we are all brothers?"

I think you have forgotten that you are still a people's policeman, right?"

This sentence blocked Zhao Zhenmin's mouth, and Xing Zhengyi, who was standing aside, looked extremely ugly at the same time.

Hong Yanwu also felt nervous, and he could see that something was wrong.

The "grandson" deputy director who interrupted seemed to be at loggerheads with the two policemen, and he might break the pot if this didn't happen.

Sure enough, the deputy director of "Sunzi" stared at him as if he were looking at something, and asked in a sinister tone, "What is your family background?"

Hong Yanwu's head was in a state of shock. This was the most fatal question. How could he have forgotten it? He was also burdened with another bigger political stain, which was his family background that had been on him since he was born.

People who have not lived in this era may not know that in this special era, members of society will be divided into different categories. This division began as early as the 1950s, especially from the mid-1960s to the late 1970s.

Family origin has become the only criterion for dividing social classes. It not only affects people's lives, but also determines everyone's future and destiny. For example, going to school, recruiting workers, joining the army, getting promoted, engaging in political work, marriage issues, selecting advanced and outstanding candidates

Model workers, etc., everything has to be judged based on family status. And this kind of judgment standard has penetrated into every corner of society, leaving people with nowhere to hide.

Going up, it is crucial to solve organizational problems. For example, if you join the Red Soldiers, Red Guards, the League, or the Party, not only do you have to strictly check the three generations, but you also have to be pure red to pass. If you go down, even if

Even in a labor camp, having a good family background will be regarded as a contradiction among the people, and it is often used to help the labor camp cadres manage those with a bad family background.

At this moment, all the dull pain and humiliation that had been almost forgotten in Hong Yanwu's memory were clearly awakened.

"Remember, don't play with that brat. I'll beat you up if you don't obey. His father is a capitalist, a rich man in the old society. Rich people who exploit poor people are bad people."

When Hong Yanwu was a child, he heard with his own ears that the neighbors in Furuli admonished their children like this. Although he didn't understand what family background meant at that time, this thing had already begun to make him ostracized by others.

"Tch, can you compare with me? My grandfather is a rickshaw driver, and my dad is a three-wheeler driver. You are a 'Black Category Five' and want to join the 'Red Soldiers'? Just dream."

Heizi proudly showed off the diamond-shaped armband he just wore on his left arm. (On December 22, 1967, the Red Soldiers officially replaced the Young Pioneers and became the only legal grassroots organization for children and adolescents in the country. Its logo was originally a red background with gold characters on the edge.

The diamond-shaped armband is pinned to the spot on the left sleeve where the cowpox was inoculated. This armband was originally made of cotton and could not help but get dirty. You had to go to the comprehensive repair department to press a plastic film on it and then changed it to a plastic product. Because of its shape and material,

Commonly known as "Pian'er Tang" among the people.), although Heizi always failed the exam and had to work in class for two years, the family background of "Zilai Hong" still allowed Heizi to successfully become a red soldier of the great leader. When Heizi and other

While the children held a ceremony to join the Red Soldiers on the playground and happily put their newly issued armbands on their sleeves, Hong Yanwu could only hide in the classroom and watch through the window. Tears were welling up in his eyes at that time.

The only feeling I have is that a father like Heizi's father is a great father. In comparison, his capitalist father is simply not as good as a little finger that can ride a tricycle.

"That bastard, Hong Yanwu, has white hair and green hair. He eats garbage and makes shit..."

I don’t know when, a few boys in the class first developed the habit of chasing Hong Yanwu and scolding him with jingles. Gradually, more and more people in the class began to enjoy bullying him. They used chalk to mark him

They drew small animals on his back, spitted on the paper and stuck it on his clothes. During class, they secretly used a slingshot from behind to crush the paper. When he went to the toilet, they also threw bricks into the toilet to knock his

His body was splattered with feces and urine. By the time he graduated from elementary school, these happy and interesting games almost made all the male classmates in the class gloat and be extremely happy.

"You beat the girl to death. How can a capitalist's son be such a good thing? He must have stolen it."

Several people in white coats were chasing him, waving rolling pins and frying spoons, shouting and cursing, while Hong Yanwu ran away like a stray animal with his head in his head. These people chased him because six eggs were lost in the school cafeteria, and he was squatting in the cafeteria at the time.

For other reasons, he just wanted to enjoy the smell of the food and nibble on his cool cornstarch. He didn't think about explaining it clearly. He had sworn to them and even allowed them to search him. But these people didn't care at all, they just

They tried to catch him and beat him in vain, so he was forced to run. But along the way, more students participated in the chase. They chased him with coal and mud and threw them at him. His butt,

His back and head all hurt, but these people were laughing and taking pleasure in his pain, as if they were participating in an extremely happy game. But he could only run as fast as he could, trying his best to run in twists and turns.

.Never fall down! Hurry up! Hurry up!

As Hong Yanwu grew up, he encountered more and more similar encounters, which gave him a deeper and deeper understanding of his family background.

A poor family background means that at any time a large puddle of black mud will fall towards him, or the ink of an ink pen will be thrown towards him, and the only thing his parents can say to comfort him is "don't cause trouble, avoid them"...

His family background was not good, which meant that the front door of his house would be covered with large slogans and large-character posters dripping with ink, which made him shudder at the sight of them...

His poor family background meant that the children in the alley could throw stones at his mother at will, beating her until her body was bruised and bloody...

Having a poor family background meant that his father would have to have a big sign with black letters and red crosses hung on his chest, his neck would be strangled with a wire, and then he would be pushed around in humiliation...

A poor family background means that many people can shout "Down!" and then enter and exit his home at will, using various revolutionary methods to touch his parents' skin and souls...

A poor family background means that all his family members will live in misfortune together. His younger sister will be spat on by his classmates, his second brother will be assigned to the poorest and most miserable place when he goes to the mountains and countryside, and his eldest brother will only be able to work when assigned.

I went to the worst small factory. My mother had to get up at three in the morning every day to sweep the entire street for my father. Even though my father was sick, he had to wear a tall hat made of toilet paper from the latrine to endure criticism...

His family background was not good, so his whole family only had one right, which was to suffer in endless torture.

When Deputy Director Sun saw that Hong Yanwu had been silent for a long time, he couldn't help but become wary. He pierced Hong Yanwu's face with needle-like eyes and shouted in a loud voice. "Speak quickly! Where are you from?"

This sharp and contemptuous questioning made Hong Yanwu feel ashamed and felt like he had turned into a trash can on the roadside or a piece of dirty and torn clothes.

What should I do? Are you lying?

No, he has undoubtedly aroused the suspicion of the director of the "grandson" in front of him, and there is absolutely no way he can get away with it. If he is caught lying about his family background, it is not an ordinary problem.

But if he admits it, this old boy's tone and temperament will make him look like the kind of boss who likes to get on top of others and uses the power in his hands to punish others.

He had seen this kind of person before. There was a boy in the labor camp who had the same virtue. He talked about class struggle, which showed that he was revolutionary. The boy was the kitchen attendant, and when he was helping the kitchen, he used the little power given by the labor camp cadre to deliberately make things difficult for him.

, but Silly Queleng made him beat him to tears. Naturally, when we met again, he was completely honest, and he didn’t dare to mention anything about “overthrowing the rich, counter-revolutionary and bad right-wingers”. All of Daqing’s revolutionary passion was all fake, and he was just a loser...

Thinking of this, Hong Yanwu's face turned gloomy, his temples twitched, and he clenched his fists instinctively. But his reason immediately stopped him, no, he must not have an attack, it would definitely be courting death.

Needless to say, as the saying goes: "Don't be afraid of officials, just be afraid of management." "The first level of officialdom will crush people to death." No matter how ill-intentioned this bastard is, he can't beat him. Not only can't he be beaten, but this old boy can't act like he's grown up again.

No matter how old you are, you can train him as a grandson, scare him with all the lies, and he will have to admit it, and he has to act like a bear obediently. Who makes him a "double material" who is a child of the five categories of forced labor and blackmail?

Hong Yanwu breathed heavily and forced himself to loosen his clenched fists that were so bloody. His forehead was already wet, his hands were still shaking with anger, and his heart felt as if it was stuffed with cotton balls. This kind of inner feeling

The struggle was simply harder than a real fight.

He noticed that everyone in the courtyard was waiting for his answer. Their eyes were focused on him, as if they were peeling him off layer by layer. The eyes of Zhao Zhenmin and Xing Zhengyi contained both worry and worry.

Not without surprise, this made him even more uncomfortable, wondering if they would change their attitude towards him.

Forget it, it doesn't matter anymore. If you pretend to be a grandson, just pretend to be a grandson. Isn't he used to being so dejected?

Hong Yanwu breathed a sigh of relief at the end, lowered his head respectfully, tried his best to use a calm tone, and said to the hateful "grandson" director in front of him again the three words that had ravaged him for nearly twenty years in his previous life.

"capitalist."

Just three words, everyone present took a deep breath, and in an instant the air around them was so cold that it could almost freeze people.

Only Deputy Director Sun showed such contempt, as proud as a victorious general.

"Tch, it turns out he's a bitch..."

The sudden insult and sneer deeply hurt Hong Yanwu's heart, making him almost lose control of his suppressed anger. But then he discovered that these words did not come from Deputy Director Sun's mouth, but from behind him.

transmitted.

Hong Yanwu turned his head angrily, his eyes sharp.

It's You San.

I saw this boy raising his chin provocatively, his eyes full of sarcasm, and his ugly, bruised face full of vicious ridicule.

In Hong Yanwu's heart, he felt unspeakable regret at this moment.
Chapter completed!